"Get some rest, do you want me to accompany you tonight?"

  Cynthia was just about to nod when her neck stiffened and she shook her head instantly. "No need, I'll sleep myself."

  "You used to love it when I'd lull you to sleep or tell you a bedtime story." Loki said wistfully.

  Cynthia was stunned for a moment, then shook her head decisively, she really couldn't accept this setting.

  "No, it's the last night, I want to be alone quietly."

  "Alright then, take care and rest well, my dear sister."

  As the massive bedroom door was closed, Cynthia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She walked into the bathroom and stared at the face in front of her that looked exactly like hers, even more youthful, and began to think about her current situation.

  It's already an accident to become the Third Princess.

  And this body is exactly the same as hers, and at most 16 years old, the tender body of her childhood is simply absurd.

  What's even more absurd is that she needs to conquer the God of Light in order to get a ticket back home.

  Who is the Radiant God? The supreme faith of the entire Rada'nia Empire, the true god that all races must give respect to!

  Defeating the Radiant God is not enough, he must be dragged down from his divine throne.

  What is this thing called system thinking?

  Cynthia twirled a strand of her long hair that had fallen on her chest and let out a deep sigh.

  Taking a step back, she accepted this sudden transmigration and the setting of conquering the Radiant God, but immediately she was to be exiled to Tiamat, where the Dark God's incarnation existed, which was diametrically opposed to her target.

  She must also find a way back as soon as possible.

  And what kind of strategy is it?

  Must find the God of Light and fall in love with him first... then deceive him off his throne?

  Cynthia's eyes went blank, her back felt a chill, and she felt the scythe of death hanging over her head.

  ...

  Having spent a somewhat restless night in the luxurious bedchamber, the hazy morning light crept through the windows.

  The sun rises and dyes the horizon with a golden hue, dawn creeps over fields and forests, and dark bedrooms change from thick black to indigo.

  She was startled awake by the morning light, which had made its way through the clouds and into the house, causing Cynthia to sit up abruptly.

  She was attracted by the light and climbed up to the windowsill, sitting at the window and staring blankly at a sunbeam in the sky. In the distance, white mist surged on the high mountains, an extremely beautiful scene.

  Cynthia's fingers tapped on the window, and even through the glass, she could feel that thin, imperceptible layer of temperature.

  "The sunshine is really warm." She whispered softly, her eyes wide with shock.

  Not a chilly and temperature-less electronic sunshine, but a truly warm one, the temperature that falls on the skin is so real.

  The world three thousand years ago really had sun.

  The sun of God has no sunset.

  He is truly existent, rather than merely existing in the chilly scriptures.

  ...

  The strategy god, just thinking about it is already exciting.

  Cynthia licked her back teeth and gazed at the sunlight that was half hidden by the clouds, thinking of something and starting to tremble with fear.

  She seems to be about to pull down the God of Light from his throne.

  If she succeeded, then the sun of later generations...

  Cynthia's eyes widened suddenly, and her heart trembled along with them. "It can't be what I thought it was, can it?"

  Loga pushed open the door and walked in. Cynthia, wearing a white nightgown, sat on the windowsill with her knees tucked under her chin. Her face was illuminated by the morning light, and her long golden hair cascaded down her body, radiating a soft glow, like an angel stepping out of a painting.

  He listened to her muttering to herself, and quietly walked up to her side, slightly bowing his head to rest his chin on her shoulder, "What are you thinking?"

  A refreshing flavor surrounded Cynthia, and Loga's appearance startled her. She turned around with a slightly panicked look on her face, "Brother."

  Cynthia's lips brushed against his cheek, and she was stuck on the windowsill, unable to move forward or backward.

  Logan's beautiful eyes drooped, his long eyelashes covering his unusual emotions. His gaze lingered on Cynthia's pale pink lips, and he rolled his throat to lower his voice, "What are you thinking? So focused."

  "After being exiled." Cynthia swallowed hard, her head pressed against the window frame but still unable to stop his approaching movement.

  Seeing the panic in her eyes, Luojia finally just wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair with his fingers and comforting her: "I'll send someone to follow you."

  This time Cynthia is 100% sure that Loga's feelings for her are absolutely more than just sibling affection.

  She seemed to recall that the Riddan Dynasty often had cases of sibling marriage between nobles in order to protect their noble bloodline.

  How scary...

  Cynthia exerted some force to push away Luojia's arm, bent down and slipped out from his armpit, jumped onto the ground, pinched her skirt with both hands, and her eyes wandered aimlessly. "I should be banished, shouldn't I?"

  There is also a hint of impatience in this tone.

  Luocha's eyes dimmed, "Go change your clothes, don't worry."

  It's really nothing to worry about, compared to Cynthia being able to change clothes and grab a suitcase before being exiled, Curtis was much more miserable.

  When Cynthia saw him in front of the palace gate, his unattractive eyes were filled with red bloodshot.

  He was locked in an iron cage, his feet shackled with irons, and guarded by several escorting knights.

  For Cynthia, a low-key black carriage was prepared, with a small table and tea, water and pastries inside.

  "Cynthia! My poor sister!"

  A sweet voice like an Oriole's came from afar.

  Cynthia hadn't even seen the person clearly when she was enveloped in a warm hug by a figure clad in yellow, the strong scent of perfume on them almost causing her to pass out.

  "Minny." Cynthia quickly recognized the person and endured her discomfort as she was hugged.

  "My poor sister, look at how haggard you've become." Minnie-An's face was filled with sorrow as she held her face in both hands, "When will you be able to come back?"

  The face that entered her eyes was also very beautiful, and if Cynthia didn't know that all of this was planned by her good sister, she would have been happy to chat with such a beauty for a few more words.

  What a pity she's a heartless beauty.

  "It's possible I won't be back." Cynthia lowered her gaze, beginning to play the role, a hint of melancholy in her eyes as she said: "Dear Minnie Anne, I am no longer the Holy Maiden. From now on, only you can take my place."

  Minnie slightly raised her chin, although her eyes had already begun to sparkle with excitement, but her facial expression was a mixture of pity and compassion. She grasped Cynthia's pale wrist and said: "Don't say that, Cynthia, you will always be a follower of the God of Light."

  "Yes, I will forever obey the God of Light and atone for my sins in the land of darkness." Cynthia couldn't stand the strong perfume on her body anymore, exchanged a few more words with her, hugged her, and then boarded the carriage with her luggage.

  She also didn't know if Guangming God would like a saint with such a strong makeup smell, hoping he had rhinitis.