Chapter 72: City of Redemption (VII) Your lips are very beautiful...
When I woke up the next day, the atmosphere in the temple seemed a little different from usual.
Although the maids and the butlers remained silent among themselves, the solemnity seemed to have added a touch of seriousness.
She pushed open the door and happened to meet a maid passing by carrying some crystal instrument that emitted pure energy.
Wen Yin mustered up the courage and asked softly, imitating Arya's hollow and gentle tone.
"Excuse me...did something happen? Everyone seems very busy."
The maid stopped, her face serene and devout, a look that only assimilated her, as she replied, "We are preparing for the birth of the Holy Son. The celebration will be held in seven days."
The birth of the Son of God? Wen Yin's heart was slightly moved.
That non-human existence actually has the concept of "birthday"?
Wen Yin's expression remained unchanged. She thanked her softly. After the maid left, she realized that she didn't seem to have been assigned any work.
She remembered what the old deacon said yesterday: "Wait for the arrangements of the Holy Son."
Waiting meant being passive. She needed to do something.
Wen Yin found the old deacon, lowered her eyelashes, and made a request in a respectful tone.
"Sir Deacon, since I have no further duties to serve, I would like to go to the Book Hall to read the scriptures and deepen my understanding of the Holy Light, so that I can better serve the Holy Son."
The old deacon seemed quite satisfied with her "piety". A hint of approval appeared on his haggard face and he nodded.
"Seeking knowledge is also the path of piety. The library is on the east side of the corridor, you can go there on your own. Remember, do not make any noise and do not damage the books."
"Yes, thank you, Deacon."
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The Temple's Book Hall is more like a small mountain of light than a room.
The towering bookshelves, stacked layer upon layer, reached the flowing cloud of light above.
Wen Yin walked among them, as small as a speck of dust strolling in the sea of stars.
She looked up at the endless collection of books, shocked by the depth of the temple's knowledge, and also felt the difficulty of finding specific information.
Fortunately, there were staff members in the library responsible for maintaining the books. Wen Yin asked around and roughly determined the direction to search.
Wen Yin wandered through the sea of books for a long time before finally finding a book called "Annals of Glory: Holy Records".
She carefully took down the heavy book and opened it.
The pages were made of some kind of tough animal skin, and the words were written in dark silver ink, recording the chronicle of the founding of the temple.
She flipped through the pages quickly, skipping over the sections praising the gods and recording the laws, searching for records about the Son of God himself.
There are fewer records than one might imagine, and most of them are vague.
It is often described using vague terms such as "divine grace", "incarnation of light", and "source of purification".
Until she turned to the middle part, her fingers stopped on a slightly mottled page.
The record above made her pupils shrink slightly.
…According to records, the Holy Light has descended upon the world for nearly a hundred years, showering blessings everywhere, dispelling eternal darkness, and protecting our Holy City…
Nearly a hundred years?
Wen Yin's eyes quickly scanned the sky, trying to find a more specific description of the "Advent of Holy Light," but regarding its origin, there was only one extremely general statement, like a summary of all the records:
The Son is a gift from God, beyond mortal comprehension. His existence is light, his will is law.
The cold words, filled with unquestionable absolutes, also concealed all the truth.
Just as Wen Yin was immersed in this brief but informative record, a familiar feeling of being watched suddenly came over her without warning.
She suddenly raised her head from between the pages and looked sideways.
At the end of the bookshelf not far away, the light seemed to gather spontaneously, outlining a slender figure.
The Son of God appeared quietly at some point and was standing there quietly.
The holy light flowing around him clearly separated him from the surrounding environment, like an independent realm of light.
His pale golden, inhuman eyes were staring at her unblinkingly, with no emotion visible.
Wen Yin's heart instantly rose to her throat. She immediately closed the book, quickly lowered her head, and knelt down to salute, her voice filled with just the right amount of panic and awe.
"Sir Holy Son."
The Son of God did not respond to her greeting, but silently stepped closer. His steps seemed to elude the ground, a cold light swirling around him, carrying an invisible pressure.
He stopped in front of her, with only one step between them.
Only then did Wen Yin realize more clearly the difference in their heights.
You have to tilt your head up slightly to meet his pale golden eyes hidden between light and shadow.
He was tall and slender, while she was slender. In his approaching shadow, she looked even smaller and more fragile, as if she could be easily swallowed by the holy light.
His eyes swept over the dark brown "Annals of Glory: Sacred Records" in her hand, and his gaze stopped precisely on the line that contained a cold summary of his origins.
[The Son of God is a gift from God, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people].
At that moment, Wen Yin clearly felt that the holy light around the Son of God suddenly fluctuated.
It's like a stone is thrown into a calm lake.
But the abnormal fluctuation came and went quickly.
Almost the next second after she sensed it, the fluctuations suddenly subsided. All the light became stable, cold, and flawless again.
An ethereal, cold voice rang directly in her mind, calm and composed, yet with the certainty of stating a fact:
"You're very interested in me."
Wen Yin's scalp tingled. She forced herself to remain calm, lowered her eyelashes, and responded respectfully, saying what she had already prepared.
"Because I haven't yet been assigned a position by the Holy Son, I dare not waste my time. Therefore, I want to come to the library to study the scriptures, to understand the glory of the Holy Temple and the grace and power of the Lord, so that I can serve you more devoutly. I have no intention of spying on you."
She attributed her motives entirely to piety, which was the safest and most irrefutable excuse.
The Son of God did not speak.
The cold gaze left the book and fell on her lips.
It seemed as if those two pieces of soft tissue attracted his attention more than the records in the book.
Silence spread among the ancient bookshelves.
He took another step forward, silently closing the final distance.
This step completely eliminates all safe spaces.
Wen Yin could even feel that the edge of the halo emanating from his body had touched her thin white silk robe.
The hem of his holy robe, embroidered with intricate gold patterns, almost touched the hem of her plain skirt.
Two completely different fabrics.
On one side is a holy robe that is glowing with light and contains endless power.
On one side is a soft, pure white cotton long skirt.
Among these silent bookshelves, there is an extremely oppressive contrast, as if foreshadowing some kind of insurmountable gap, but at this moment it is forced to be extremely close.
The shadow he cast mixed with the cold light completely enveloped her.
Wen Yin maintained a respectful posture with her head bowed, which completely exposed her slender neck, making her look even more fragile.
The Son of God lowered his eyes slightly and examined her who was so close to him.
The distance was too close, so Wen Yin subconsciously stepped back, but her back lightly touched the cold bookshelf, leaving her with no way to retreat.
"Those words..."
The ethereal voice sounded again, still without any emotional fluctuations, but it inexplicably carried an indescribable irritability.
"Gives me a headache."
Wen Yin was stunned, completely unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.
The next moment, a cold, slender hand rose up and gently lifted her chin.
The force was irresistible, forcing her to raise her head slightly and face his flawless, yet empty and inhuman face.
His fingertips were as cold as jade, and the moment they touched my skin, they caused a slight shiver.
The Son of God's eyes carefully traced the shape of her lips.
Deep in those pale golden pupils, there was still a vast void, but he made a move that was completely beyond Wen Yin's expectations and said something that was completely inconsistent with his identity and atmosphere.
He tilted his head slightly, as if observing the details of a work of art, and his ethereal voice carried a hint of statement:
"You have beautiful lips."
The moment he finished speaking, without waiting for Wen Yin to react, he leaned closer.
The distance was instantly shortened to an extremely close one.
Wen Yin's breathing suddenly stopped.
At such a close distance, the visual impact of his face, which was between a boy and a young man, reached its peak.
Cold white skin, thick eyelashes, and those golden eyes that were so close.
Every line of his facial features is so exquisite and perfect that it transcends the categories of gender and humanity, and together they form an extremely aggressive, inhuman holy beauty.
At this moment, this flawless face enlarged in front of her eyes, occupying her entire field of vision.
The cold breath mixed with a pure scent like the air after snow gently brushed against her cheek.
This extreme beauty brings not pleasure, but a heart-freezing shock.
It was as if he was looking directly into some supreme being that should not be seen by mortals.
At the moment when Wen Yin was stunned, the Son of God's kiss fell.
It was not a kiss filled with lust or tenderness, like a human kiss.
His lips, like his fingers, were colder than normal.
It was soft to the touch, yet lifeless, like cold jade covered in the finest velvet.
At first, it was just a simple covering, with an unquestionable sense of possession, as if confirming a certain ownership.
But the next moment, Wen Yin felt the cold lips slightly open, and a soft and tentative coolness gently pushed open her teeth that were slightly loose due to astonishment.
It's the tip of his tongue.
Wen Yin trembled all over.
The intrusive coldness carried a strange curiosity and exploration, carefully tracing inside her mouth.
His movements were jerky and direct, devoid of skill, yet filled with a frightening focus.
Wen Yin was forced to tilt her head back and endure this deep and cold kiss.
She could clearly feel the tip of his tongue sweeping across her teeth inch by inch, licking the soft mucous membrane in her mouth, and even sucking gently, as if to absorb all the breath and warmth in her mouth.
Like an ignorant but stubborn child, he finally got a dessert he had longed for but never tasted.
In his most direct way, he carefully savored the warmth, softness and sweetness.
The long and deep kiss under the holy light was filled with a strange feeling of sacredness and profanity.
It was as if she was nailed to a sacred altar, about to be sacrificed in an inhuman ritual.
After an unknown amount of time, the meticulous exploration finally seemed to be satisfied.
The cold tip of the tongue slowly retreated, as irresistible as when it entered.
Until they were about to separate, the cold lips kissed her lower lip lightly.
It was as if they were making the final mark before they were completely separated.
The Son of God stepped back slightly, still maintaining a very close distance.
His pale golden eyes looked at her quietly, at her slightly swollen, watery lips.
Looking at the shock and physiological tears in her eyes that could not be completely concealed.
The Son of God calmly wiped the remaining water marks on Wen Yin's lips and looked at her with his eyes lowered.
Wen Yin, despite being shocked, was keenly aware that the pressure of the holy light surrounding the Son of God, which seemed to be able to freeze the soul, seemed to... inexplicably fade away a lot.
[Detected… a strange energy source… a fluctuating… a decreasing…]
At this moment, a broken child's voice suddenly sounded in Wen Yin's mind.
[Host…contact…nourish…suppress…relieve…]
Amid the crackling sound of the electric current, 028 became silent again.
Wen Yin's gaze unconsciously dropped to the hem of her clothes and the Son of God's clothes.
Completely stunned.
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