"Like a sleeping coffin, the quilt wasn't even covered, not afraid of freezing to death." She muttered a sentence, throwing the pillow in her hand to one side, lifting up the quilt on his side and slowly crawling in.

  Until she was almost hitting his side arm, Cynthia then put the extra pillow on him and pulled out the blanket wrapped around her body from under the quilt and covered it over Kayus.

  Divine Light Progress: 38%

  She had just shrunk into her quilt when she received a notification and her body stiffened.

  This guy isn't asleep yet!?!

  She thought he wouldn't find out until the next morning, but he was still awake and allowed this behavior?

  Cynthia buried her face under the quilt and laughed silently.

  After a while, she turned sideways and carefully stretched out one hand to hold his arm.

  Since he has decided to pretend to sleep, he definitely won't mind this action.

  No matter how loud the thunder outside was and no matter how fiercely the rain fell, it couldn't disturb Cynthia's deep sleep.

  A gentle breathing sound came from beside him, Kael opened his eyes and looked at Cynthia who was sleeping with her arms around him. His hand clenched into a fist, but soon relaxed again.

  He slightly turned his body and reached out to brush away her disheveled light golden curly hair that covered her face.

  Her face is small, but her palm is big, and she looks beautiful when she sleeps.

  His hand lingered on her face for a long time.

  Cynthia's sleeping posture was not good, it was really too cold at night, the indoor temperature was abnormally low without a fireplace, she kept leaning towards the heat source next to her until her face was stuck to the warm chest, her body curled up in the familiar arm pit, and the tip of her nose was filled with the soothing scent of menthol, only then did she settle down.

  Caius circled around her, his body stiff and unmoving.

  Early morning.

  The sound of birds chirping after the rain awakened Cynthia, who woke up in Kayus's arms, with her hands grasping his waist and her feet resting on his legs.

  He was still lying stiffly like a corpse, looking as if he hadn't moved at all in his sleep, and she had almost taken him as a hot water bottle to hug.

  She rubbed her nose, which was about to sneeze, and Cynthia leaned in to take a closer look at Kayus, starting to envy his skin.

  Why is it that one night doesn't bring out the oil? The face is smooth and delicate like porcelain, lying down is a top-level oil painting of noble shallow sleep.

  It's a pity if we don't kiss each other.

  Staring at that slightly pursed mouth, Cynthia swallowed her saliva and thought for a while before giving up.

  It's better to do this kind of thing when Kairos is sober, it's easier to increase the progress bar.

  Nowadays, apart from satisfying one's lust, there is no substantial value in having a mistress.

  Sneaking out of his bed, although he knew she was there last night, Caius didn't break the illusion of sharing a bed with her, and Cynthia was happy to play along, who knows what unexpected surprises might come.

  Quietly tidy up his quilt, making it look like it's just a little wrinkled.

  How you sneak in is how you sneak out.

  Yawning, Cynthia returned to her bedroom where the fireplace was still burning. The warm temperature made her sigh and she immediately lay back on the bed for a while before getting up to wash.

  She put on a black velvet long dress with a vertical collar and puffy sleeves, Cynthia tied her curly hair into a thick braid with a black lace hairband, she wore two rubies quadrangular earrings on her ears, a fresh elegant noble girl.

  It's still early, she watched "Dark Requiem" for a while.

  To be honest, after flipping through about ten pages or so, she had a vague guess.

  A lifetime devoted to her own faith, the voice of God, and other words placed in obscure texts, combined with contract, faith, obedience. These words seem to be telling her what she needs to do to become the Dark Holy Maiden.

  It's hard to believe, but she really guessed that Kaylus was planning to make a contract with her and let her become the Dark Holy Maiden so that she could learn divine magic.

  But he is a temporarily engulfed bright god by his dark personality.

  If she really did as she thought and made a contract, wouldn't she have become the Holy Maiden of Light in all but name?

  Just as she was exiled as the Luminous Saint of Rhedania, Minnie took her place and became the new saint.

  Cynthia's eyes sparkled.

  After the disappearance of the God of Light, all selections were merely formal choices, and there was no divine will to speak of.

  This means that it is all thanks to the royal appointment, just like Princess Cynthia who has the same name as her and rose to this position with her brother's talent.

  So Minnie would dare to lay hands on the original master, because as long as she died, she had no suspense about being the next Holy Girl.

  Cynthia narrowed her eyes, if that was really the case, then wouldn't she have gone back to Riedonia and retrieved Khaos' divine authority for him?

  The corners of her mouth had just curled up and quickly fell back down again.

  Is there a fatal question, does the contract follow the soul?

  If she pulls down the throne of the God of Light again and completes her mission when she returns three thousand years later, won't she be retaliated against because of the contract?

  Cynthia shuddered at the thought, it was terrifying.

  The door was knocked on.

  Jo came in with breakfast and saw Cynthia sitting by the fireplace reading a book seriously, she was surprised and said: "You got up really early today."

  Cynthia closed her book and temporarily put aside the various guesses in her mind, saying to him: "I'll go to the Dark Temple later."

  Qiao put down his plate, "What's going on over there?"

  "In the eastern city district, a wall guard is being executed. I'll go take a look." Cynthia picked up her hot milk and took a sip, closing her eyes in satisfaction at the sweet, creamy taste that was far better than horse's milk.

  Qiao calmly said: "I'll go with you."

  Cynthia didn't refuse, she ate the toasted wheat bread with a slice of bacon, and listened to Qiao ask again, "Have you made up with your dad? You came back together last night."

  "Uh-huh." Cynthia smiled shyly, wiping away the jam at the corner of her mouth with her belly, and said softly: "He's really quite tolerant of me."

  Qiao saw her face turn red, and she pursed her lips. "I don't know what to say either, but Cynthia, the master has never shown good feelings towards women before. If your emotions aren't reciprocated, don't be too heartbroken."

  Her underlying meaning is to make her behave and be a well-behaved pet.

  Cynthia nodded, "I understand."

  After finishing breakfast, Joe went to prepare the carriage, she flipped through a few more pages of the book before getting up and going out.

  As soon as he opened the door, he saw Anthony leaning against the stone wall with his hands clasped and a lazy expression.

  "Are you waiting for me on purpose?" she asked as she walked downstairs.

  Antony followed her closely, his tone somewhat gossipy, "Did you go yesterday?"

  Cynthia slowed down her pace, quickly looked around and confirmed that no one was there before nodding softly.

  "Are you being sent to bed by your elders?" Anthony asked again.

  The last two chapters jumped to 63 and 64! It's all messed up!

  (End of chapter)