The Temple of the Kalmar Empire.
The magnificent Temple of Light is all white, with huge pillars supporting its splendid roof.
The most honored woman in the Kalmar Empire lived in the palace.
She is the 'god' of the people of this continent—the holy queen.
A maid in a white robe entered the palace, bowed respectfully, and said, "Your Highness, Chief Knight Harold has arrived."
Diana suppressed her excitement and said calmly, "Please let him in."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The maid turned and walked outside.
Not long after.
Footsteps echoed inside the hall.
The hall was empty except for the man who entered and the woman who was sitting in her seat.
Diana watched intently as the man approached step by step.
“Knight Commander Harold.” Her eyes lit up with joy as she said, “You’ve come.”
Diana's eyes were filled with adoration and longing for the man as she descended the steps and walked toward the tall man in silver armor.
"Slap!" A crisp slap rang out.
Diana collapsed to the ground, her white veil disheveled and hanging over her face.
"My lord." She covered her face and looked at the man in disbelief.
The handsome man had a cold expression, and his blue eyes seemed to be filled with ice.
"Fool!" Harold said coldly, "You'd better stop with your unrealistic fantasies!"
"If you weren't still somewhat useful... I would have killed you long ago!"
Diana shuddered and looked at Harold with a puzzled expression.
"Sir, what are you saying?"
Harold sneered and said, "The maid who died in the prison was Pandora's personal maid."
“A maid is insignificant, but…”
He drew his sword and pointed it at the woman, his expression cold and cruel.
"If you hurt Pandora, I will let the monsters devour you."
"No! Sir!"
Diana immediately stepped forward and hugged the man's legs, biting her lip and saying pitifully, "Please believe me."
"My lord." She removed her veil, revealing her beautiful face, her voice soft and alluring.
"I love you so much, I'm willing to give everything for you."
Harold looked down at the obsequious and cautious woman.
He sheathed his sword and roughly lifted her chin.
His fingers gently caressed her face.
“My lord…” Diana’s eyes were filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.
Harold tightened his grip on her chin.
"Your face has a bit of a saintly air about it..."
Diana felt like her chin was being crushed, and tears streamed down her face from the pain.
The man's heartless words came through.
"Protect your face, otherwise you are worthless."
After speaking, he left the temple.
Diana bit her lip in resentment.
Pandora! I will definitely kill you!
Diana used a magic potion to massage her face and enhance her appearance.
Day after day, her appearance gradually resembled that of a saint.
However, while the face resembles the spirit, the spirit is not.
She was hideous and filled with greedy desires.
She has absolutely no purity like a saint.
...
...
Sunlight filtered through the tree branches and fell on the people sleeping in each other's arms.
The boy opened his eyes first, and when he saw the girl in his arms, a slight smile of pleasure appeared on his lips.
He leaned over and kissed the girl's forehead.
Fu Sang sensed it and slightly opened his golden eyes.
“Cassius…”
A smile appeared on Cassius's refined face as he said, "Good morning, Your Highness."
The boy's clear voice, slightly husky, was captivating.
"good morning."
*
The fourth watch.
It felt too sweet.
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