Ilsa wanted to give Richel a hard blow on the head.

It was all because of his procrastination that she couldn't even put on normal clothes. Now that Sirius saw her like this, where would she put her dignity as a goddess?

Silius stared at Ilsa, obviously seeing her ill-fitting shirt. Ilsa had never been looked at with such complicated eyes, and she subconsciously shrank back behind Richel, only to

Revealing a pair of blue and clear eyes.

This made Silius even more angry. He looked at the smiling Rihel and their close bodies, and was so jealous that he almost lost his mind.

Does she hate him so much? Would she rather be so close to Rihel than let him take another look?

Silius remembered the cold expression on Ilsa's face the last time he saw her, and his heart suddenly tightened uncontrollably. He stared at Ilsa closely, even though he reminded himself many times in his heart not to do anything like this.

Don't act unlike yourself if Ilsa is disgusted...

But he still couldn't take his eyes away from Ilsa's face.

It was also the first time that Rihel saw Silius losing his composure. Silius was like the statue in the temple, always compassionate and tolerant, always loving the world. Such an uncool expression would never appear to him.

What's more, what appears on his face is almost completely different from his usual image.

Rihel didn't think Silius would be so awed by a goddess who was almost forgotten.

Moreover, his eyes looked more like pure concern and jealousy than anger at the act of defiling the goddess.

What does he care about? What is he jealous of?

Rihel gradually became interested. In his eyes, Silius was as hypocritical as the Temple, as if he had a mask on his face, and every move showed hypocrisy. He could see the moment when his mask shattered,

Rihel was in a good mood.

"You should know why she is here with me, right? Didn't she go to see you?"

Silius' Adam's apple rolled and he said nothing.

Of course he could guess the reason. Ilsa needs divine power, so she is now looking for demigods to take back the divine power she gave them.

She had also met him a long time ago... although Ilsa had not taken the initiative to find him that time.

But Silius knew that as long as he offered to hand over his divine power, Ilsa would definitely come to his side.

This is what he dreams of...but he doesn't want to hand over his divine power.

If Ilsa learns of this dark idea, she will definitely point at Silius’s nose and curse: So you want to prostitute me for free?

Silius also knew that his idea was despicable, even shameful.

But that's what he thought.

He wanted to keep Ilsa with him, not as his god, but as his personal property.

He wanted to monopolize the supreme God, and wanted her to belong only to him. He wanted her to be in close contact with him, and he wanted her to only cling to him.

I want her eyes that are indifferent to all things to only look at me.

Such cowardly and dirty thoughts took root in his heart from the first moment he saw her, and they could not be eradicated no matter what.

They thrived, causing him to make wrong moves again and again. He should be calm.

He should calm down.

Silius squeezed his hands hanging in his sleeves tightly, forcing himself not to think about what Ilsa and Richer had done. He slowly closed his eyes, and his voice was slow and low, "The affairs of the temple

Busy, I have only met Lord Ilsa at Mr. Black's place. Lord Ilsa has never taken the initiative to look for me."

"Really?" Richer shook his head regretfully, "It seems Ilsa doesn't like you very much."

"What did you say?!" Silius opened his eyes instantly, his amber pupils were cold and revealed a sharp light.

Rihel spread his hands and said lazily, "I don't like repeating what I have already said."

Silius' suppressed anger was once again easily ignited by Rihel. Looking at Silius's miserable expression, Ilsa felt a little pitiful for him for the first time.

Silius's current situation was almost exactly the same as hers just now. He was so angry that he was so angry that Rihel still looked completely unconscious.

This guy really deserves a beating, and probably only Lester, who deserves a beating even more, can compete with him.

Ilsa couldn't help but want to avenge Silius, seeing that he was as aggrieved as she was. So she walked out from behind Rihel, and without saying a word, she slapped Rihel.

the back of the head.

Richer was stunned by her sudden slap. He touched the back of his head and looked at Ilsa in surprise, "Why are you slapping me?"

"Who told you to use me as a gunman?" Ilsa glared at him rudely.

Richel laughed when he heard this, then leaned into Ilsa's ear and whispered, "You don't understand, I am deliberately irritating him."

Ilsa: "You think I can't see it?"

"Listen to me." Rihel continued to murmur in a low voice, "I stimulated him to make him fight me. If I kill him, won't my divine power return to you?"

Ilsa had an epiphany. This seems to be the truth.

"But wouldn't beating him to death be too much?" Ilsa thought about it and felt something was wrong.

Rihel: "Then cripple him."

Ilsa nodded appreciatively: "That's okay."

…

The two of them were whispering to each other across from each other. Seeing them leaning so closely together, Silius could only feel the unbearable pain in his chest as if his heart was about to be strangled.

Why? Obviously he saw Ilsa earlier, and he obviously loved her so much that he even blocked a blow for her... Why couldn't she look at him more?! How was he not as good as Richer? Not as good as Ya.

Lan? Even worse than those stupid and weak humans?!

He tried hard to restrain himself and calm down, but he still couldn't stop the strong sadness from quickly filling his body.

"——Rihel!" Silius couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but spit out the name. His cold eyes were burning with jealousy that couldn't be concealed. "I don't allow you to touch her!"

Ilsa was startled by his sudden growl. She looked sideways at Sirius, her eyes slightly surprised and curious, "Silius, why are you so angry?"

Silius' eyes moved to her body. He stared deeply into her eyes, her lips, her looming waistline, her legs... His Adam's apple rolled slightly anxiously, and after a while, he looked away.

, the voice was surprisingly hoarse.

"Because he...because of Rihel, he defiled you."

Rihel, who wanted to say something, heard this and raised his eyebrows, looking like he was watching a good show.

Ilsa tilted her head in surprise: "Why do you think so?"

She was almost about to say the words "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air". Unexpectedly, Silius looked so glamorous, but his mind was filled with yellow waste. Could it be because of the dress she wore?

Do you think she and Rihel are unclean because of their clothes? What kind of thinking is this!

Seeing Ilsa's expression, Silius suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing again. He understood almost instantly that nothing happened between Ilsa and Rihel, and Rihel had just said

His actions were most likely to deliberately stimulate him and force him to fight with him.

...He was impulsive again.

Sirius was filled with regret, but he also felt a little secretly happy because of the two questions Ilsa asked him.

So, she still cares about him a little bit, otherwise she wouldn't ask such a question...

Perhaps because of this little hidden thought, he felt a little more confident. He looked at Ilsa deeply and asked in a low voice, "Then, why are you wearing this clothes that obviously don't belong to you?"

Woolen cloth?"

"..."

Ilsa felt that no matter what, she had to explain this matter clearly. If there was something wrong, forget it, but she was obviously the victim, and they did nothing, so she would never admit it.

"This is because my clothes were dirty, so I changed into a clean one."

Silius had no intention of giving up: "But you don't need to wear his clothes."

This shirt is of exquisite workmanship and cannot belong to anyone else in this palace except Rihel.

Ilsa frowned slightly: "That's because the clothes the maids gave me couldn't be worn. Do you think I want to wear his clothes?"

As she spoke, her peripheral vision glanced at the messy dresses on the bed.

Silius naturally also noticed those clothes. Although the style could not be seen when they were spread out on the bed, the translucent material and strange bunny ears decoration were still clearly visible.

Silius's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Letting the goddess wear these clothes... is really audacious and deserves death.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Ilsa again. After seeing Ilsa pulling down the hem of his clothes many times, he sighed slightly and walked slowly to Ilsa.

Rihel raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "What do you want to do?"

Silius didn't even look at him and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

After saying that, he took off his pure white robe embroidered with gold thread, gently put it on Ilsa's shoulders, and wrapped her up tightly like a treasure.

Ilsa felt a sense of warmth. Silius' body temperature still remained on the robe. She raised her eyelashes and looked at the blond young man in front of her with complicated emotions, "Silius..."

Silius stared at her tenderly and said, "Lord Ilsa, please protect yourself."

After saying that, he glanced at Richel with a meaning, and solemnly warned, "Besides, Richel is not a good person. Please stay away from him."
To be continued...