Caius seemed to have suffered some kind of massive and unimaginable impact, his posture stiffened, Cynthia could feel his breathing becoming heavier.

  She wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing, but she put down the hand that had been clenched on her collar and placed it on the book, her face red as she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "But I seem to be weak and can't help you with anything, and I always have to rely on you for protection."

  "You're just a captive and a pet, Cynthia." Kael's emotions fluctuated wildly, his forced, suppressed voice sounding as if he was speaking to himself.

  In short, his expression was absolutely not good-looking and moving.

  Cynthia was not surprised when she heard this sentence. She had already discovered that the guy always had a problem of being insincere, and he was too defensive.

  She didn't lift her head to pay attention to Karius's expression, nor did she refute his words. She just hugged the book and started flipping through it, responding softly with a "Mmm, just you will do."

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  The sentence behind poked at the sore spot.

  Cynthia's drooping eyes narrowed, and a hint of smile was secretly added inside.

  Alright, she should be optimistic, maybe after Kairos becomes the God of Light, his merciful and tolerant heart will return together, even if she betrays him, he won't bear to lay a hand on her.

  Although it sounds bad, but for her, it's a good way out.

  The study fell silent once more, but Kayrus picked up the glass of white wine on the desk and drained it in one gulp.

  His heart was in turmoil again.

  Even reopening the book on the table, I couldn't get past half a word.

  Cynthia was originally sitting upright on the sofa, but after a while, she couldn't help taking off her shoes and lying down sideways on it, and even covered herself with that white fur blanket that looked very valuable.

  Her fingertips rubbed against the warm and fluffy fur, and she let out a comfortable sigh.

  During this time, Kael only occasionally raised his head and glanced at her with a complex expression, but did not make a sound to drive her away.

  Until she had read more than half of the book, Cynthia was bored to the extreme. Her head rested on the armrest of the sofa, her left hand holding the book drooping down, and the book fell onto the carpet.

  She fell asleep.

  In her dream, it seemed like a big hand was embracing her, warm and real, with a faint whisper in her ear, "Don't regret."

  That night, she had a good dream.

  In her dream, she returned to the familiar Republic of Rhedania, standing in that eight-hundred-square-meter mansion, where Ophelia held a glass of red wine, and she was admiring the warm sunlight outside by the floor-to-ceiling window, until an icy chest pressed against her back. She turned her head and collided with those scarlet eyes filled with hatred.

  Beautiful dreams shattered in an instant.

  Cynthia suddenly opened her eyes and bounced up from the pillow.

  What a terrible dream!

  She covered her chest with both hands, panting softly in her mouth, and her eyes widened in horror.

  I was so scared I almost died even in my dreams.

  Cynthia calmed down after a while and gradually composed her emotions, meanwhile realizing that the dream reminded her of something particularly important.

  Three thousand years later, without the sun, is Kaylus really dead? Or did she thoroughly become the Dark God and take away the sun?

  If it's the former, her life might be guaranteed; if it's the latter, she'd rather not pull him down from his divine throne, but this involves a serious issue.

  Don't pull him down from his divine throne, let him continue to bless the world as a radiant god. She won't be able to return, and the empire three thousand years later will definitely have a sun. Will she still exist at that time?

  Maybe a bit confusing.

  But she was born in the new world under the dark era.

  Would Kayrus have been born if she hadn't fully become the Dark Goddess, that is, without opening up a new world? If not, would she have disappeared here 3,000 years ago as well?

  Eliminated by the law...

  Just thinking about it made Cynthia's goosebumps stand on end.

  This is simply a dead end.

  Cold sweat was about to break out on his forehead.

  She was picked up by her son and buried all over again, feeling extremely depressed.

  Why did it have to be her, of all people, who had to retire?! Why was it her?!

  She had been buried in the quilt for a while, staring at the darkness with a pair of eyes, her hands touching the sheets under her body, and her eyes gradually becoming suspicious.

  It just dawned on me that she fell asleep in the study last night, how did she get back to the bedroom?

  Did Kael bring her back?

  It seems like this is the only possibility.

  Her confused thoughts lingered here, Cynthia suddenly threw off the quilt, staring at the intricate carvings on the ceiling, and blew away a strand of hair stuck to her lips.

  It's hard to imagine that these large, flat, cold-colored stone blocks can be carved into such beautiful patterns.

  Her eyes went blank for a moment, and she slowly got up with a resigned look, barefooted, to wash up.

  There were many pieces of jewelry on the dresser, and when she opened those wooden boxes, the radiance that spilled out dazzled her eyes.

  Cynthia liked these precious gems, picked a pair of pearl earrings and put them on her ears, then took a crystal tassel and tied it between her light golden curls, and walked to the closet, casually pulled out a black skirt and put it on.

  I also don't know what Kaisa is doing today, she seems to be always busy.

  Since the ending is all the same anyway, she can only go straight down.

  Cynthia came out of the bedroom and happened to meet Anthony passing by. In fact, he had passed this way no less than ten times that morning. Seeing her come out, he stopped in his tracks and said: "Let's go have breakfast, Lord Caylus is already waiting for you."

  "Wait for me?" Cynthia was taken aback, "Wait for me to have breakfast?"

  "Two hours ago, adults were already sitting there waiting." Anthony said with a smile.

  "Where is the restaurant?" Cynthia's expression turned surprised and her tone became urgent.

  "In the hall on the second floor, but adults are waiting for you on the balcony. Today's weather is good, and breakfast will be served on the balcony."

  As soon as Anthony finished speaking, Cynthia picked up her skirt and ran upstairs on the red carpet. He only had time to remind her hastily, "Slow down!"

  Cynthia never thought that Kael would be willing to wait for her to have breakfast!

  Unprecedented! It brought a little comfort to her fragile heart that was about to collapse.

  She rushed to the top floor, the door leading to the balcony was open, Cynthia smoothed out her breathing and tidied up her hair so that she didn't look too disheveled, and stepped in elegantly.

  On the spacious veranda, a long table had been set up, covered with black lace tablecloth. Joe was putting out breakfast dishes one by one on top of it.

  Cynthia glanced at this long table that could accommodate 10 people for dinner, with two chairs at each end of the table.

  Do we have to shout to eat this meal?