Silius walked to her side step by step under Ilsa's gaze.

He sat down, keeping a slight distance from her.

This made Ilsa feel a little dissatisfied.

She frowned slightly and said in a questioning tone, "Am I scary?"

"No, you are not scary at all, you are just... just too beautiful." Silius lowered his eyelashes calmly, not looking at Ilsa, "You are so beautiful that I dare not blaspheme you."

He actually used the word blasphemy.

Ilsa looked confused.

It seems that she needs to be a little tougher on Sirius. But she has a lot of patience, so she can just take her time, and there is no need to push too hard for the time being.

"Okay." Without too much entanglement, Ilsa gently brushed the hair from her ears and looked at Sirius directly and calmly, "Then let's talk about something meaningful now."

Silius responded calmly: "Yes, Lord Ilsa."

Ascetic and boring guy.

Ilsa curled her lips secretly, folded her hands, and her white and smooth nails glowed softly under the light. She changed into a pure white dress, with the hem slit, revealing her white and straight calves. She did not deliberately restrain herself.

, her body stretched, exuding a casual and leisurely laziness. Even if Sirius couldn't see her face, he would inevitably see her legs, which made his heartbeat speed up a little.

He should sit further away.

The dormitory was very quiet at night, so quiet that I could only hear the breathing of the two of them. Ilsa sighed softly and began to ramble seriously, "Silius, are the affairs of the temple going well now?"

Silius: "Where do you mean?"

"The poor saint is dead, right? I always thought this was something worthy of attention, but you never mentioned it to me." Ilsa randomly found a topic as her way to detect Silius

entry point.

"...Yes, that matter is still under investigation by the Temple." Silius paused for a moment.

Ilsa tapped her fingertips: "Then what did you find out in your investigation?"

"We have some clues. We believe that the monster from the abyss eroded the saint's consciousness, causing her to fall into corruption."

Monster from the Abyss? Will Lester know about this?

Ilsa was doubtful and asked, "So the saint chose to commit suicide after she fell?"

"It's very possible." Silius reported respectfully, "We still need further investigation and confirmation as to what kind of monster eroded the holy saint."

"Holy saint..." Ilsa let out a low sigh and suddenly changed the subject, "Silius, do you think a fallen saint can still be called holy?"

Her topic caught Silius off guard, and he couldn't help but secretly guess Ilsa's intentions in his heart.

Does Lord Ilsa care about whether the saint is holy or not? He doesn't think so. After all, she can even accept the birth of the fire god turning into a monster, let alone a little saint. So, why does she

Will you suddenly ask this question? Is it to test him?

No matter what, I can't let Lord Ilsa notice his strange intentions.

Silius looked calm, and his gentle and tolerant voice flowed slowly like water in this empty and silent dormitory, "Yes, she was only polluted by the filth of the abyss, but her true heart is still pure and clean."

Ilsa shook her head slightly and looked at Silius with disapproval, "Your thoughts are contradictory, Silius."

"Contradiction?" Silius raised his eyes in surprise, and met Ilsa's eyes. Her blue eyes were like the sea under the night sky, rippling with tiny light, as if there was a seductive magic power that made people endure.

I can't help but want to keep watching.

Sirius looked away slightly, and his lowered gaze fell on the bookcase in the corner.

But even so, his peripheral vision could still scan the girl's toes, which were round and small, and he realized that Ilsa was actually barefoot.

Wouldn't she be cold like this? This question flashed through his mind subconsciously, completely forgetting that Ilsa is a god who doesn't know hot or cold.

"Yes, have you forgotten what you said about Segan before?" Ilsa said slowly, her soft voice without any waves, "You said that people who can transform into monsters do not have strong willpower. Such people must be

You can't resist the temptation of divinity. Since you evaluate Segan like this, how can you be sure that the saint who was also polluted is pure and holy?"

Silius didn't expect that Ilsa would compare Seguin. This made him vaguely aware that Ilsa was a little partial to Seguin. Although she was just stating the facts, her tone of voice was like asking a question.

The method still made Sirius feel that she was a little dissatisfied.

Is it because he questioned Segan? So she also wants to question his people? It feels like they are on opposite sides and she is fighting for her own people...

Sirius suddenly felt that his heart was a little heavy. It was like being pressed down by a stone. It was not enough to suffocate him, but it made him uncomfortable.

She simply didn't understand that Segan didn't deserve to be someone she loved and loved closely, and the saint didn't deserve to be treated like this.

She overestimated the weight of a dead person in his heart.

"Their situations cannot be compared." Silius took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "The Saint is a human being. She can choose to self-destruct before being completely eroded. She has reached the limit of human beings. But Segan is different.

, he is a demigod..."

"But you have forgotten that demigods are also human beings." Ilsa interrupted him quietly, and her words were meaningful, "After all, demigods are not real gods. They also have weaknesses and there are things they cannot do...

"

Her voice was like an alarm bell, striking deeply in Silius's mind. He lowered his face, and his amber pupils dilated slightly at an angle that Ilsa couldn't see, like a monster lurking in the darkness.

The beast suddenly smelled danger.

"I have not forgotten, Lord Ilsa." He raised his face, and his picturesque features looked particularly deep and pious under the light, "I will always remember the day I first saw you. My destiny was changed because of you.

Complete change.”

The first time you saw her? Did you mean when you were given the priesthood by the goddess?

Ilsa immediately became interested. She crossed her legs, held her chin with one hand, and looked at Sirius with bright eyes, "Oh? What kind of day was that? I don't remember it very clearly. How about

Can you tell me more?"

Sirius raised his eyelashes and glanced at her.

It was obvious that not long had passed since that day, but she actually didn't remember it... He should have been disappointed, but when he saw Ilsa like this, he couldn't help but feel moved.

She doesn't seem to know how cute she looks now.

Silius wanted to lower his eyes and stay calm, but his body was like a man possessed, unable to take his eyes away from Ilsa's face. The subconscious mind that wanted to make her happy was at work, and Silius's thin lips moved.

After some movement, he finally spoke.

"The night before that day, I observed anomalies in St. Catalan's College at the astrologer. I thought Lord Black was in danger, so I went to St. Catalan's College. As a result, he told me that the Crown of the Goddess had arrived, so I thought

I will meet you as soon as possible. I have never imagined what you look like, so..."

"Wait a minute, didn't this happen in the academy?" Ilsa felt more and more familiar as she listened, and quickly interrupted him, "Did you remember it wrong? That shouldn't be our first encounter, right?"

Although it was indeed the first encounter for her, for Silius, his first encounter with the goddess should have been earlier. In her imagination, it should have been like Julian,

At least I can remember what I was doing when I was given the priesthood by the goddess...

Silius was slightly surprised: "I won't remember such an important moment wrongly. That was indeed the first time I saw you..."

"???" Ilsa was a little confused, "What about the day you became the God of Sunlight? That was the first time you and the girl...me met, right?"

She is still not used to equating the previous goddess with herself, although in their eyes, they have always been the same existence.

However, Sirius was slightly startled after hearing her words.

As if Ilsa's question was sudden, his face showed some unexpected confusion. This confusion and confusion immediately turned into regret and self-blame. He immediately knelt down on one knee, and Ilsa could even feel it.

I noticed that he was a little nervous.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ilsa. I thought you were referring to the first time I met you now, so I couldn't help but..."

Ilsa understood what he meant.

In other words, Silius was deeply impressed by the memory of meeting her that day in the college library, so he subconsciously recalled the details of that day when he mentioned their first meeting.

No, if he really has deep feelings for the goddess, then he should be like Julian and remember the process of the day he became a god. Why did he just skip the memory of that time?

Moreover, the panic he is trying to hide now is very real. If it weren't for the fact that he is Ilsa's dependent, it would be difficult for Ilsa to see anything unusual about him with the naked eye.

So...the person Sirius really cares about...is actually her?

Ilsa was not sure about this vague inference. She looked at Silius steadily and suddenly asked an almost bold question.

"Silius. If I were not a goddess, would you still look at me the way you do now?"

Silius was stunned for a moment.

Ilsa's face was shrouded in slightly swaying shadows, her eyes were flowing, her eyelashes were long, and they were dotted with candlelight, so beautiful that it made your heart sway.

Silius's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his low voice was indescribably gentle and cautious.

"You are you. No matter who you are, I will watch you as I do now, forever."

There was an imperceptible ripple in Ilsa's heart.

She looked at Silius slightly absentmindedly, her eyes intertwined with his, and for a moment she even forgot the purpose of her trip.

She needs to wake up.

She needs to wake up as soon as possible.

So she quietly opened the sea of ​​consciousness and tested Silius's divine power.
To be continued...