The clear moonlight shines through the panes at high places and sprinkles on the deep, black and soft wings of the gods.

It must be very comfortable to lie on.

Despite thinking so in his heart, Nanting did not obediently come over.

It was only during the day that he made up his mind to maintain a pure relationship between believers and gods with the Dark God.

Now...how can you slap yourself in the face?

When Nanting was ecstatic, the slender feathers on the ends of the god's wings quietly brushed across her ankles.

Smooth and soft...

The wings of the fallen angel are gentler than the holy wings of the seraph.

It's a little itchy.

Nanting quickly moved his ankles to escape the reach of the Dark God's wings. As she moved, the iron chains connected to the foot ring dragged on the cold floor tiles of the prison, making a heavy and crisp sound.

"Oh, before I could untie your bondage." The Dark God curled up the corners of his lips, raised a hand slightly, and snapped his fingers in the void.

The locks on Nanting's hands and feet opened in response to the sound.

——Fortunately, Esan gave her the treatment of a retaliatory offender, a separate cell far away from other cells did not attract the attention of others.

Nanting rubbed his slightly red wrists.

"...Thank you, Mr. Cang."

The Dark God chuckled and curled his eyes: "Don't be polite to me."

"Then I'm not polite." Nanting followed the steps given by the Dark God and came to his wings.

She gently stroked the edge of the wing bone and sat down in the arms of the Dark God.

Several clusters of delicate feathers brushed across her cheeks and neck, and Nanting stretched out her hand and gently pushed it away.

Behind her, the god's Adam's apple rolled silently.

He then spoke hoarsely: "...Don't touch it randomly."

"Why?" Nanting turned half of his face slightly and stared at the black-haired god with her green eyes.

The girl's cold breath barely passed through Fanes' lips. He raised his wrist to cover his thin lips, and his eyes were also drooping to the side away from her:

"As a god, I allow you to approach and blaspheme, do you want to ask for more?"

Nanting was confused: "Mian, what are you thinking in your mind?"

"Even though I'm not as rogue as a demon," the dark god's voice was lower than before, "but I also understand the special meaning of touching the wings."

"What's the special meaning?" Nanting really didn't know.

The Dark God supported his forehead with his wrist: "…Wings are the most sensitive part of me."

Nanting's pupil earthquake: "You, that's what you said?"

"This is not something shameful." The tone of the Dark God became leisurely and pleasant again.

He grabbed Nanting's wrists and held them with one big hand: "Sleep."

Nanting felt a little guilty and had to close his eyes obediently.

Layers of wings gently covered the girl's slightly curled body.

When Nanting woke up the next day, the Dark God had disappeared. The cold fragrance of flowers floated in the air, which was vaguely smelling on his body.

Sleeping in the big wings of the God of Darkness...so comfortable!

After stretching, Nanting put his wrists and ankles in shackles, sat back on the haystack, and waited for news boredly.

When the morning sun shone into the narrow window, the Saint of Light angrily led a team of knights into the dungeon.

Seeing Nanting leaning weakly in the corner of the dark dungeon, Melville immediately frowned.

"Who brought her?"

The knights looked at each other and fell into a strange silence, and were embarrassed to confess the Knight's head.

"I'm asking you." Melville's slender knuckles clenched slightly, even a little white.

He grabbed a knight's neckline, his golden eyes were cold, and his voice was solemn: "Speak, Andrew."

The knight named Andrew pursed his lips in fear and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps coming from behind him.

Ethan walked over against the light.

The knight's silhouette is slender and upright, holding an unsheathed sword in his hand.

"Your Highness, I brought her here."

Melville threw the knight in his hand aside, narrowed his eyes and walked towards Ethan: "What happened yesterday?"

A strange color flashed through Esan Bing's blue eyes: "Your Highness... do you remember?"

"I'm asking you." Melville's tone was unkind.

Melville felt heartbroken at the thought of His chosen apostle being forced to stay in the cage of cold and darkness all night.

Ethan looked surprised: "Last night, she attacked Your Highness with a weapon..."

Nanting:...that's just a mop.

But she just complained in her heart, and saying it would be like getting the QAQ.

Melville chuckled: "Why should I trust you?"

"I swear in the name of the Holy Light," Ethan put his arm on his chest and lowered his head devoutly, "There is nothing false in what he said."

Melville glanced at the Knight's head: "Immediately, cast her."

"But……"

"I'm still standing here for sure, and my body is not abnormal." Melville narrowed her amber eyes, "it proves that she is innocent."

As soon as he left the dungeon, Melville took off his outer robe and put it on Nanting's shoulder.

Nanting looked up at the blonde saint: "Your Highness, thank you..."

A slender and fair finger stood on her lips.

"Innocent people should not be implicated by me." The saint's smile was as holy as an angel, "and you are my apostle."

He gently held Nanting's hand.

Nanting's fingers froze slightly, and he didn't know what to do.

Before, she thought Melville was a girl, so she agreed to the latter's closeness, but now...

But in order not to reveal her "secret" of knowing Melville, Nanting could only let Him hold his hand and walk towards the main temple.

"This year's admission test," while walking, Melville chatted with Nanting. "It is a team to draw a task card, go to various parts of the mainland to complete the task, and then score based on the comprehensive performance."

"Nanting," the saint in a pure white turtleneck shirt turned his head slightly, and his blonde hair was softly draped over his shoulders, "Would you like to team up with me?"

Nanting nodded.

After arriving at the square, roommate Elaine hurried over and patted Nanting on the shoulder: "Where did you go last night? I'm almost worried!"

Nanting hurriedly asked for a reason to deal with it and changed the topic: "Our team is still in need, Elaine, do you want to join us?"

"Of course!" The elf with long green hair nodded and quietly looked at the Saint of Light.

Recognizing the elf's careful eyes, Melville chuckled and stretched out a hand: "Hello, I'm Melville."

"I, I, Elaine!" The elf's cheeks suddenly turned red.
Chapter completed!