Cynthia stretched out her hand to support herself on the ground and get up, and Lord Gill, who had come to his senses, shouted with a pale face: "I'll go find the apothecary! I'm deeply ashamed, Lord Kayus!"

  Caius had already quickly pulled the person into his arms.

  He held Cynthia, who looked as fragile as glass, and his eyes scanned everyone. When he saw Elisa, who was dressed exactly like Cynthia, his eyes seemed to hide a wild beast.

  Alicia almost fell over while holding onto the table, she knew Kyrios was terrifying but had no idea that even a single glance from him would make her legs weak, "M-my lord..."

  She moved her lips as if to explain something, but Kael was immediately surrounded by a black fog and disappeared into the manor with him.

  He said nothing, no redundant words at all, but the expression on his face was an unadulterated and extreme hatred towards everyone.

  He never lets go of anyone who tries to offend him.

  A thunderbolt flashed again in the thick and heavy rain of the black night outside.

  The Dark God's sudden visit took away only his pet.

  This woke everyone up.

  That fallen noble from Rhodania doesn't look like he's been out of favor at all.

  The Lord of Gil's family is going to be in trouble.

  A good dinner party suddenly scattered in all directions.

  Cynthia quietly snuggled into Kayus' warm embrace, her cloak shielding her from the wind and rain, wrapping her entire body around his chest.

  "Kairos." She whispered softly, enduring the pain.

  The young man's face in the dark fog was somewhat blurred, but a pair of eyes like blood precisely locked onto her face.

  His icy voice hovered above her head, "What?"

  "Don't like that girl who is just like me." She grasped the front of his clothes, wrinkling the black fabric, "They say they will offer you as a sacrifice to the Holy Maiden."

  "Foolish."

  "Cynthia pressed her lips together, 'Then will you accept it?'"

  Caius sneered coldly, "No one can interfere with my decision."

  He carried her back into the warehouse in the XC district.

  The house she often lived in.

  Kairos wanted to throw her onto the bed, but Cynthia clung tightly to his clothes, sticking to him and refusing to budge, her eyes stubbornly asking, "Will you accept me?"

  She repeatedly asked him.

  Kairos was a bit annoyed by her persistent questioning, and his unconscious movement to pull her down turned into holding onto her legs and shoulders, preventing her from falling directly on her back. He suppressed his tone and replied in a compromising manner, "No."

  Cynthia saw him almost frowning his eyebrows together and finally spared this question.

  "Hmm!" Her tone became noticeably brighter.

  This time, she was thrown back onto the bed without any struggle.

  Of course, her chest was facing the mattress, and Kael's throw had a lot of technique to it, without hurting her in the slightest.

  As soon as she touched the bed, Cynthia reached out and pulled his cloak over him. Her eyes, which had no sense of security, were filled with tension. "Don't go."

  "Let go." Kael's fingers tightened around his neck, his eyebrows furrowing further.

  As soon as he saw him just wanting to take off his cloak, Cynthia obediently let go of her hand and stared at his face.

  Kairos took off his already drenched cloak and casually threw it on the ground, then rolled up his sleeves and sat down at the edge of the bed.

  Looking at the wound on her back, his voice lowered, "You just want to get out like this?"

  Cynthia looked up, seemingly pondering his words.

  "I just want to find something to do, to get back a bit of the way things used to be." Her voice trailed off and finally became almost inaudible.

  Kairos' eyes began to ponder, then covered her wound with his hand, asking in a slightly cold tone, "Life?"

  Live in a grand castle! Travel with someone carrying you! And have endless delicious food and money that can't be spent!

  These words were on Cynthia's lips, but she changed them in a more delicate way.

  She pouted at him, leaning her body against his thigh, "When I hired a carriage to go to the DC district today, the knight outside said that I was your kept pet."

  "It makes sense." Kael's eyes lit up with pleasure, unexpectedly satisfied with the word.

  "I'm not a pet!" Cynthia gritted her teeth, "They all say I'm your pet, your plaything! Have you ever seen an owner and their pet live in two different city districts?"

  Caius's pleasant expression faded, and he looked down at her, "What do you want to say?"

  "I want to live with you." Cynthia leaned closer to him, finally propping herself up on her hands on his thighs, completely ignoring the hand that was still covering her lower back.

  "The city guards said you would abandon me after choosing the Holy Maiden."

  The distance between the two was only a breath away, but Cynthia seemed to feel nothing awkward about this posture, and didn't even know how much visual impact her somewhat low-cut dress could bring.

  She just stared stubbornly at Kael's gorgeous red eyes that seemed to suck people in, "A saintess is not a Q woman, and I don't want to be thrown to those city guards in the future either."

  His furrowed brow never relaxed, but he focused more on those pale lips, suppressing his voice to say: "You won't be abandoned, I don't want to keep repeating this sentence."

  He just stared at her and said it's useless...

  Cynthia hung her head and replied with a bitter smile, "I want to, but everyone around me is saying bad things about me."

  She felt a little down, "I don't like Lord Gill and his daughter, she deliberately dresses the same as me even with her hair! Inviting me was just using me as a stepping stone to dance with you!"

  Cynthia's tone rose again, "I haven't even danced with you, so she can't either!"

  "You can't like her, she's not as good-looking as me." Her words were a bit jumbled, but the implication was clear.

  Caius suddenly remembered what Anthony had said before, his eyes scrutinizing, one hand hooked under Cynthia's chin, his tone ambiguous, "You've said that many times already, so what?"

  Cynthia was forced to look up and meet his gaze, her tone puzzled, "So what?"

  So is it liked by him?

  The question had already reached his lips, but was swallowed back by Kairos again.

  No, no, it's not right.

  Why did he ask such a stupid question.

  His eyes began to turn unfriendly, and he pushed Cynthia off his leg. The calm mood didn't last for a few minutes, and she saw Kyrios put on a vicious mask again.

  "Don't think you can control my emotions!"

  What's wrong with him again all of a sudden?

  Cynthia was stunned. Was it that he didn't want to admit that he had feelings for her? And were these feelings always controlling him to do things that even he himself hadn't thought of?

  "I didn't control you." She replied dully, sitting on the bed.