The spirit disappeared in order to protect her.

Ilsa suddenly felt exhausted.

She thought they would stay with her until she killed Long Aotian and became the true supreme god.

They left so suddenly that she was not even prepared at all.

Is she too reckless? Or is she too underestimating the enemy?

They originally didn't have to disappear.

Silius tightly protected Ilsa's body, endured the pain and leaned into her ear and whispered, "...that person has left."

"Well, let me get up," Ilsa said calmly.

Silius stood up slowly, his pure white robe stained red with blood. Ilsa glanced at his injured shoulder, raised her right hand, "I'll help you treat it."

"No need to trouble you, I can heal this minor injury myself..." Silius said hurriedly.

Ilsa raised her eyes and glanced at him, and said without any doubt: "Don't move."

"..."

Silius suddenly fell silent.

Warm and soft white light slowly rose from Ilsa's palm, and they flowed silently into Silius's wound like a trickle.

Silius stood in front of Ilsa, his slender and tall body casting a thin shadow in front of her. The moonlight was thin, and looking from his angle, the girl lowered her face, and her light golden eyelashes trembled slightly, as if

It was as thin and quiet as the fluttering butterfly wings. She pursed her lips tightly, and there was no expression on her face, but there was a silent vulnerability.

Such Ilsa seemed not so out of reach, but Silius still did not dare to touch her.

It's not because of her majesty, just because...she looks more like an exquisite and fragile object now.

Don't touch it, it will break if touched.

"No, the spell that attacked you just restrained the light magic, and the healing spell has no effect on your wounds." Ilsa sighed helplessly and put down her right hand.

Sirius smiled weakly: "It's okay, this little injury is nothing serious."

"You are my dependent and the God of Sunlight, how can you be fine?" Ilsa frowned, showing deep self-blame on her face, "What's more, you were injured to protect me.

I can't ignore you."

Silius was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Lord Ilsa..."

"I will ask Blake to pay attention to the situation at the academy. As for you, you should go back to the temple to recuperate first." Ilsa interrupted him seriously.

Silius: "...back to the temple?"

"Well, no one can find out that you are injured." Ilsa gave an order to Blake who was far away in the library through the sea of ​​consciousness. Almost in the blink of an eye, Blake's old and lean figure appeared in front of the two of them.

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Silius...what's going on?" Blake saw the wound of Silius and asked in shock.

Ilsa said: "We were attacked. Silius's wounds cannot be healed by light spells alone. I hope you can arrange for him to return to the temple as soon as possible, and not let anyone know about it."

"My subordinate understands." Blake's voice suddenly dropped, and his cloudy eyes became sharp and stern, not at all as amiable as usual, "Your Majesty, do you need me to chase back the sneak attacker?"

"No need, that person came prepared and should have hidden himself by now."

Ilsa said slowly, "I will go out for training in two days. Then you will be responsible for monitoring every move in the academy. If you find a suspicious person, tell me immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Blake bowed deeply.

Although she said so, she had actually set her sights on Glenn.

This is a restricted area of ​​the academy, and no one will come here except Glenn, who had made an appointment with her in advance. And at that time, she had already heard Glenn's footsteps, and then she and Silius were raided.

If Silius hadn't pushed her down, she would have been hit in the heart by that beam, right? But even so, her spiritual thoughts disappeared.

She still remembered what Shen Nian said to her back then.

——"We will turn into the remaining spiritual thoughts to guide you and protect you."

They did.

Ilsa recalled the last gentle murmur of her spiritual thoughts and suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. She lowered her eyes and turned to leave.

Seeing Ilsa about to leave, Silius couldn't help but call her out: "Lord Ilsa."

"Is there anything else?" Ilsa asked.

"Someone is trying to kill the gods, and you are in a very dangerous situation now." Silius looked at her sincerely, his beautiful clear eyes full of worry, "Please let me follow you and protect your safety day and night."

Ilsa did not look back, but simply said: "I am a god, why should I be afraid of a human being?"

Silius was startled.

Ilsa didn't say any more and left quietly.

When Ilsa returned to the dormitory downstairs, Constantine was waiting for her under the usual tree.

If his short silver-gray hair wasn't so conspicuous, Ilsa wouldn't have noticed him.

"Ilsa, you're finally back. You promised to stay with me all day long, so don't let it go..."

As soon as Ilsa approached, Constantin started talking hurriedly, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

The girl in front of her was still as noble and beautiful as ever, but her face was really not that good, and even revealed a helplessness and sadness that she had never seen before.

Constantine couldn't help but raise his hand, and just as he was about to touch Ilsa's cheek, she brushed it away coldly.

"It's nothing. I have something to do later, so I'll stay with you another day."

Bad attitude too, Constantine thought.

Although Ilsa usually had a bad attitude towards him, it was still fundamentally different from today. She usually only talked about it, but just now, she even physically resisted him.

Her whole person exudes a kind of disgust and indifference that doesn't want to be approached.

Constantine suddenly became nervous, and his usually heartless voice became much softer, "Ilsa, what's wrong with you? Did that dog Glenn bully you? Or does the land god deny you as a goddess?

You tell me which hateful guy they are, and I will bite them to death right now..."

Ilsa listened to Constantin's nervous questions, and couldn't help but remember the time when the divine thoughts were chattering in her ears.

Apart from Divine Mind, the only person she trusts most now is Constantine.

It would be great if he could share his sorrow.

Seeing Constantin's worried look, Ilsa couldn't help but speak softly.

"Constantine, the voice in my head has disappeared."

Constantine was stunned: "What is the sound?"

"A gentle voice that guides me."

"...Guidance?" Constantine was confused, "Is there someone guiding you in your mind? Who is he?"

Constantine couldn't figure out what kind of existence could guide the supreme goddess. But the only thing he understood now was that this person was very important to Ilsa.

A faint jealousy arose in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel pity for Ilsa, who showed weakness to him at this time.

Ilsa lowered her eyes and said softly: "They are the stars in the night sky. But now, the stars have fallen, and I can no longer hear their voices."

Constantine raised his head and glanced at the vast starry sky in confusion.

"Stars?" He said to himself, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his honey-like golden eyes shone brightly in the dark night, "I understand... Ilsa, come with me!"

He took Ilsa's hand, opened his long legs, and strode towards the school gate. Ilsa was absent-minded and let him pull her to run around in the empty college.

After an unknown amount of time, Constantine took her to a deserted hill outside the school.

This hill is covered by dense trees and cannot be seen with the naked eye in the dark night.

Constantin asked Ilsa to stand aside, and then he stepped forward a short distance, leaving a large open space around him.

"Constantine, what are you doing?" Ilsa looked at him blankly, "You don't want to spend the day here, do you? I'm really tired today, we'd better go back first..."

As she spoke, her voice gradually dropped because she saw Constantine standing in the open space, with hot steam rising from his body.

In the blink of an eye, a huge, stern black dragon crawled in front of her.

Constantine turned his round golden vertical pupils and stared at her quietly. He opened his mouth slightly, and a deep and deep sound came out from Senbai's sharp teeth.

"Ilsa, sit on my back."

Ilsa didn't understand what he wanted to do. But she climbed onto Konstantin's back anyway.

The dragon's scales were hard and sharp, shining with an icy sheen. Constantine carefully controlled the temperature of his body, fearing that Ilsa would feel uncomfortable. After Ilsa sat firmly on his back, he unfolded his wings.

, flying quickly towards the sky.

The night wind was chilly, especially at a height close to the clouds. Ilsa felt the biting cold while forcing herself to wake up slowly.

Her attacker was undoubtedly Glenn, and only he would lead to the lake.

And the reason why he attacked her secretly... This shows that he has not forgotten the memory of being killed.

He knew that Ilsa had killed him.
To be continued...