Ilsa stayed.

Silius arranged a place for her to stay, and then left in a hurry, reportedly to attend to matters in the temple and the Holy See.

Ilsa actually wanted to talk to him about the issue of divine power again, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no point in continuing the discussion. Anyway, Silius didn't want to hand over his divine power, which she already knew very well.

She is not a person who advocates violence, but if Sirius must confront her, she doesn't mind using violence to solve the problem.

The premise is that she can beat Silius.

She had no idea how strong Silius's divine power was now. In the past, when his divine power was very weak, she could clearly feel that Silius was far stronger than her, but now she has taken back six and a half

Despite the divine power of God, it is still impossible to detect the true strength of Silius.

She couldn't tell whether the other person was too taller than her, or whether he was hiding himself consciously.

It would be great if she could find an opportunity to get to know his details. As the saying goes, only if you know yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles. What's more, she only has one chance. She really doesn't dare to take action rashly without knowing Silius's magical power.

Ilsa made up her mind and decided to find a suitable opportunity to go to Silius tonight.

No matter what method you use, you must let him take off his guard.

"Ilsa, Ilsa." Constantine's call brought Ilsa back from deep thought, "What's wrong with you, are you so sleepy that you fell asleep?"

Ilsa came back to her senses, picked up the crystal cup at hand and took a sip, "No, I'm just a little tired."

"How about we leave here?" Constantine held a silver fork and poked the vegetables on the plate, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Look what these people are giving us, it's better than Pamela's dried fish.

It’s still unpalatable.”

Ilsa: "..."

She could understand Constantine's mood. The temple did not eat meat, so all the dishes prepared for them were exquisite and fresh vegetarian dishes. Vegetables, fruits, and some brightly colored but unnamed things, although they looked delicious.

, but these are all vegetarian dishes after all, which is simply a kind of torture for a carnivore like Constantine.

——The same goes for Ilsa.

She frowned slightly and said helplessly, "Be patient, and when we leave here tomorrow, we can go eat something good."

Good things only refer to meat, and their definition of good things is so superficial and simple.

The cleric who was accompanying him frowned and did not dare to express his nervousness.

Is the subtext of the goddess saying that the food they provide is not delicious? Oh my God, is the goddess angry? Do you want to report it to Sirius immediately?

He wanted to reflect the goddess's evaluation to Silius, but the goddess did not speak, and he did not dare to leave without permission. He could only stand there tremblingly, praying in his heart that Ilsa would never get angry.

But he forgot that Ilsa could hear his prayers.

Originally, Silius was the only one of these clergy's faith, but after seeing Silius kneeling to Ilsa, their faith shifted.

As long as you have a little piety and awe towards the goddess, the goddess can hear their voices.

Holding the crystal cup in her hand, Ilsa couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly when she heard the humble prayer of the cleric. Lester, who was sitting opposite her, saw the curvature of the corners of her mouth and spoke gently.

"Did anything interesting happen?"

Ilsa raised an eyebrow at him: "I seem to have scared others."

Lester paused slightly, then moved his gaze to the cleric behind her, and then showed a clear smile.

"You're right, the food here is indeed terrible. The people in the temple don't seem to know how to serve the gods, and they don't even have the most basic sacrifices..." he said matter-of-factly.

Sacrifice? Sacrifice is actually required to entertain the goddess? Then they didn’t prepare anything, wouldn’t they be neglecting the goddess?!

The cleric was greatly shaken in his heart, and a thin stream of cold sweat soon broke out on his forehead.

Constantine's eyes lit up when he heard the word sacrifice. For the first time, he agreed with Lester's proposal and raised his voice to call out the nervous clergy.

"Hey, why don't you even have any sacrifices? Go and bring the sacrifices!"

The priest was startled and blurted out without any thought, "Please, what is the sacrifice?"

"Of course it's meat, idiot. Hurry up and bring in the meat. The more the better..." Constantine tapped the plate impatiently, making an annoying crisp sound.

"Yes. But there is no meat in the temple..." The clergyman became even more panicked.

"No meat? Are the people in your temple all sheep? They only eat grass and not meat?" Constantine felt unbelievable.

Ilsa didn't make a sound, looking down at the liquid in the cup. The liquid was made from the nectar of an unknown flower. It showed a bright and clear amber color under the light, and ripples appeared as she shook the cup slightly.

, beautiful and unreal.

Very similar to Sirius's eyes, she thought.

"All people are the lambs of the goddess. You are right to say that." Lester said slowly, his low and cold voice seemed inexplicably dark in this empty place, "So, offering the lamb as a sacrifice to the goddess is also

Is that okay?”

The priest's whole body shook violently, and he gasped in fright.

Sacrificing a lamb, offering a sacrifice... does it mean bringing him to the table as a sacrifice?!

The cleric was so frightened by Lester's words that he trembled all over. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the noble goddess for help, but the goddess didn't say anything.

Her beautiful face was shrouded in shadow, like an unattainable icon, with a careless indifference that made him feel deep awe and despair.

"...Ah...ah...please don't..." the clergyman begged in a low voice, fearful and trembling.

"Well, what did you say?" Lester held his chin and took time to watch the cleric's fearful expression. He seemed to be in a good mood and was actually very interested in teasing a little cleric.

Ilsa raised her eyes and glanced at him in surprise.

She almost forgot that he was a cruel hedonist.

"Please don't...eat...me..." The cleric's voice couldn't help but tremble, and the calm and arrogant look before disappeared.

"Who wants to eat you? It's so unpalatable just by looking at it." Constantine interrupted him impatiently, with disgust in his golden eyes, "It's really unappetizing, get out of here."

"...Yes, yes!" Upon hearing this, the cleric immediately hurriedly escaped, leaving only Ilsa and a few people in the huge dining hall.

Constantine frowned as he looked at the vegetarian food on the plate, while Segan was still quietly petting the cat. He was once a doll and had never had the need to eat. Now that he has become an abyss monster, he has no such need.

For Ilsa, it is a very worry-free existence.

Ilsa tilted her head slightly and looked at Lester, and said in a descriptive tone, "You are in a good mood today."

"You know me so well." Lester smiled, his black eyes flashing like tiny stars in the deep night, "This place is much more interesting than I thought."

"Interesting?" Ilsa repeated in confusion.

"Yes." Lester nodded and asked her with a smile in his eyes, "Do you want to hear it?"

Of course that's what I thought. But...

Ilsa glanced at Lester, and sure enough she saw the word "condition" in his eyes.

I knew this guy had no good intentions.

"I'm not interested, I don't want to hear it." Ilsa rejected him decisively.

Lester shrugged, with a look of regret on his face, "Okay. Anyway, it won't be long before you find out."

Something mysterious.

Ilsa glanced at him suspiciously and resisted the idea of ​​asking.

Constantine was very unhappy with this meal. After the meal, several other clerics led them to their rooms, and Ilsa discovered that the room she lived in was actually very far away from them.

No, it should be said that the four of them were all very far apart, so far away that Ilsa felt like they were separated by three mountains.

Coincidentally, her room was actually the closest to Silius's bedroom.

Ilsa: "..."

Was this also arranged by Silius?

The night was getting darker and darker, and Ilsa sat alone in the room, looking at the various exquisite and rare furnishings in the room, silently waiting for Silius' return.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of footsteps approaching from far away was heard outside.

Ilsa tested it with her divine power and was sure that Silius was back. She thought for a moment, put her hand on the wall, then took a step forward, and her body penetrated the wall in an instant and entered Silius's body.

Sleeping hall.

Different from Richer and Julian's bedroom, Silius's bedroom is pure white and looks more low-key and colder.

Completely opposite to his warm appearance.

Ilsa walked to the bed and sat down casually, yawned and waited for him to come in.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Silius walked in alone.

He looked cold, with a trace of imperceptible boredom. He took off his robe and was about to walk inside. He glanced around casually with his peripheral vision. When he saw the beautiful and graceful back, his feet suddenly stopped.

.

"...Lord Ilsa?" He said in a daze, as if he couldn't believe it.

Ilsa turned around and smiled softly at him, "Silius, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Silius: "You...are waiting for me?"

"Isn't it possible?" Ilsa blinked, her fair face looking a little unreal in the dim light.
To be continued...