Perkin didn't say anything, silently letting go of Maggie, but since Maggie couldn't get up, he still supported her with his arm.
As the white, muscular chest in front of Maggie's eyes gradually receded, she remembered the indecent things that had just popped into her head, and instantly felt so embarrassed that she scratched her toes on the ground.
The two stared at each other in silence. Maggie, in despair, lowered her head and refused to look Perkin in the eye.
Pretending to be a quail is fine, or anything else is acceptable.
She just didn't want to say another word to Perkin, even though she knew that Perkin had taken off his clothes to save her.
That's right, the moment Maggie regained her senses, she knew exactly what had happened, but she still couldn't help feeling withdrawn.
Finally, even Perkin, who was usually quite reserved, broke the silence by speaking first.
"Feel sorry."
His voice was as hoarse as ever, but the sincerity in it seemed genuine; he appeared to be apologizing for taking off his clothes earlier.
Maggie, who was still immersed in her own emotions, was stunned when she heard this, because she did not expect Perkin to apologize. He was just trying to help her cool down and he had not done anything wrong.
Could it be that her reaction caused Perkin to misunderstand?
Thinking of this, Maggie immediately shook her head, finally willing to look him in the eye and communicate normally.
"You did nothing wrong, you don't need to apologize, and neither do I."
Maggie sometimes subconsciously wants to teach Perkin something—not magic to save his life, nor knowledge, but things like human relationships, self-esteem, and values.
Perkin, who was treated as an outcast from a young age and sold into slavery auctions, probably never learned these things.
Strictly speaking, each god and their current human form have different, even vastly different, personalities. Sometimes, even though Maggie knows their identities, she still assumes that the gods and their human forms are different individuals.
Oh, no, only that guy, the God of Light, his divine body and human body are exactly the same, without the slightest difference.
But Perkin...
Later in the comics, after the seven gods regained their divine status, his personality became more than just taciturn; he became closer to a true viper, ruthless and merciless towards his enemies.
Thanks to Gracius's detachment from love and affection, otherwise, given his personality, he would most likely have become a paranoid and yandere psychopath.
This isn't just Maggie's wild guess; it's how it's written in fanfiction.
Maggie's mind was a jumble of thoughts, but only for a brief moment.
Perkin stared blankly at Maggie, seemingly not expecting her to say that.
After all, the idea of a slave stripping naked and embracing his master, especially since Maggie is a woman and a saint of light, is enough to warrant Perkin's execution a thousand times over.
Even if a slave has done nothing wrong, the nobles can dispose of him at will, let alone in this situation.
So Maggie's words were completely unexpected to him.
"...Anyway, you don't need to apologize for this. I'm just a little... well, never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway."
Maggie felt awkward explaining it, so she simply turned her head away from Perkin and pretended to brush the dust off her skirt before leaving Perkin's arms.
Fortunately, her strength had almost recovered, and she could walk on her own without Perkin's help.
She slowly straightened up and looked towards the giant star tree. In fact, she had seen this strange sight when she first came in, but in the original comic, there was no such phenomenon in the scene of the Tomb of the False God, only a gloomy sky.
Any unusual signs should be given extra attention.
As Maggie pondered, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten something.
etc.....
She remembered that the reason she fell into a coma was something like... the Dragon Spirit gave her a power that clashed with Safa's power?!
Maggie's vision went black on the spot, and she immediately began to examine her body. She had already imagined a hundred possibilities in her mind, even the possibility of turning back into a cripple. But to her surprise, the condition inside her body was much better than she had imagined.
Or rather, it's incredibly good, even better than before.
From the very beginning, there was a sense of unfamiliarity with the power that Safa had bestowed upon her. Although she could use it, she could vaguely sense that the power did not resonate with her body.
It feels like touching something through gloves; it has an unreal quality.
Now, perhaps because the two forces are neutralizing each other, Maggie feels that the magic in her body is more flexible to manipulate, as if it originally belonged to her, as agile as her arms and legs.
Or to put it more accurately, this magic no longer felt borrowed, but rather her own, as if she had cultivated it herself.
"!"
Maggie's face lit up with joy, though the reason was unclear at the moment, but it was clearly a good thing.
In addition, before she fainted, she seemed to hear the dragon spirit say that he was sleepy? Now it must be in a deep sleep. Exploring this space now has minimized the risks, and the Black Dragon Broken Dagger is practically within easy reach.
Perhaps because she was in a good mood, even Maggie's back view became lively.
Perkin followed behind Maggie, watching her figure, his lips pressed into a straight line, and put his clothes back on.
After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand again, looked at the wisps of black mist that occasionally drifted from his palm, and then disappeared.
If Maggie had a more acute sense of magic, she would have been able to perceive how restless and agitated the dark magic within him was, almost turning into a shadow that clung to him.
Perkin had been doing his best to control the abnormality within his body, preventing Maggie from noticing anything amiss.
This time, Perkin didn't force Maggie to carry him forward. The two approached the Star Tree one after the other, and of course, the Black Dragon's Broken Dagger was also in the same direction.
Without Rielta's obstruction, the two walked much faster this time.
For some reason, the closer Maggie got to the Star Tree, the hotter the cross around her neck became, as if it were resisting her.
At the same time, Maggie could also sense that the closer she got to the Star Tree, the denser the aura of darkness became, with dark magic permeating its surroundings, so dense it was almost suffocating.
Maggie had no choice but to take off the cross and hold its chain in her hand.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Indeed, darkness and light are natural opposites. The cross from the Temple of Light had such a strong reaction here.
It seems that the aura left by the God of Darkness here is quite strong, and there may even be remnants of divine power.
Thinking of this, Maggie subconsciously turned to look at Perkin.
In the comics, the Tomb of the False Gods storyline takes place at the end of Volume 2, much later than it is now, and it doesn't have such a strong dark atmosphere. Will this environment have any impact on Perkin?
This is the very God of Darkness, only he has lost his memory.
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