After several turns, the group came to the white crystal corridor connecting the palace to the teleportation hall.

This is the height of the inner city, overlooking the cold and peaceful buildings of the royal city. The breeze blows through the broken snow, weaving a light and dreamy curtain.

The daytime in Lunaria was extremely short. When the group set off, the holy city was already bright, but the place was still covered in the night before dawn.

Farnes took off his cloak and draped it on Nanting's shoulder.

Nanting raised his eyelashes slightly and looked up at the man with only a black shirt left on his upper body to compare with his lips:

"Aren't you cold?"

Farnes casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his beautiful arms. His slightly widened neckline could not cover his beautiful collarbone lines.

“…not cold.”

Their movement attracted Melville's attention.

The blonde saint turned around and grabbed Nanting's wrist:

"Prince North is right, you shouldn't be too close to this advisor."

"And—" Melville narrowed his eyes, pressed his tender rose-like lips against the tip of Nanting's ears, and spoke softly, "He has the smell of what I hate."

Fanes's eyes were slightly condensed and he laughed in a low voice.

"If you hate it, it's better to stand far away."

Melville was slightly stunned: "How could he hear?"

The blonde saint immediately ignored the suspicious "consultant" and pulled Nanting to the front.

Nanting talked to the Dark God in his heart: "Didn't you say you want to show the favorability of the God of Light?"

"That's right." The voice of the Dark God rang slowly, "I'll stimulate him as a villain. Wouldn't His possessiveness in you be stronger?"

Nanting:...You are very conscious of being a villain.

The long white crystal corridor has reached its end. From a distance, the castle, which looks like a cream cake, has now become majestic and solemn, and it is difficult to see the end at a glance.

Fanes walked over and negotiated with the guards for a few words. The door opened with classical patterns in front of the castle opened in response to the sound.

There was a row of knights holding spears standing inside the gate. They interrogated and tested the mission tokens of the Temple of Light before erecting the crossed spears, leaving a path for two people to run parallel.

"The guards in the North are so strict." Elaine couldn't help but sigh.

The elves advocate nature and harmony, and never lock the tree house at night. As an elves, Elaine thought that the defense specifications of the Holy City of Light were already high enough, but unexpectedly, the Lunaria Royal City was even worse.

It happened to be North, the prince with long silver hair, shrugged: "Since the rampant pagans have been rampant, and several spies have been caught in the palace alone. The father has already declared martial law - just now, even when he saw my face, the guards insisted on checking before he could let it go."

"Aren't you a prince? They shouldn't have known you." Elaine asked curiously.

"The pagans can change their appearance through flesh and blood magic." North's voice almost oozed out of ice, "So, there is nothing wrong with being cautious."

Stepping on the long steps covered with snow, the group came to the gorgeous palace where the throne was.

Sitting upright on the throne was a majestic middle-aged man. He wore a silver moon crown and a silver scepter in his head. He had a short gray-white hair combed back, and his expression was grim and cold.

Seeing the group of people greeting him, Heinlein raised his arm slightly: "You are coming from the holy city, and you have worked hard, so take your seat first."

The Saint of Light and Prince North sat in the front, while Nanting and others sat slightly behind. The nearby servants quickly served exquisite refreshments.

The king said a lot of polite words of comfort, just not mentioning the tasks issued by the Holy City. Prince North looked up at his own father with some confusion: "Father, we are here this time..."

Heinlein immediately stroked his palm and patted it lightly.

"I forgot one thing," the king narrowed his gray-blue eyes, "You haven't had time to have breakfast yet? Come and take a few distinguished guests to the villa and entertain you well-North, stay."

North widened his eyes, but still obediently stayed in the Throne Hall.

"I always feel that Your Majesty is a little strange." Elaine whispered on the way to the Villa.

Melville also frowned slightly: "This time we are here to investigate the dark pagans. The Kingdom of Lunaria is disturbed by pagans and is unbearable. We should take the initiative to welcome our investigation."

"Maybe it's because I'm worried that something happened to us is not easy to explain to the Holy City." Elaine thought optimistically.

Nanting was slightly ecstatic.

In the original book, Lunaria's king had long been lured by the demon and turned to the darkness. He was the biggest insider in the palace. The so-called martial law was just to cover up.

But she didn't need to say it.

Because every extra dark believer, the stronger her power and the dark god will be, not to mention that the king is still looking for clues to the fragments of the holy weapon. The king did not do anything serious and evil, so she should try her best to protect him and avoid being discovered by the Holy Maiden of Light.

Thinking of this, Nanting smiled and came to the middle of Melville and Elaine, holding their arms.

"I heard that Lunaria's hot springs and starlight wine are all the best. The Holy City gives you plenty of time. How about enjoying it when you come here on the first day? Does anyone want to take a hot spring with me in the evening?

Elaine immediately raised her hands and said, "I, me!"

Melville also stopped the topic, stared at Nanting with golden eyes, and nodded seriously.

Fanes, who was walking in front, turned his head slightly, his black hair brushed across his cheeks in the cold wind and snow, and the corners of his lips seemed to have a smile: "I will take you there tonight."

The only person who didn't speak was the dark little believer Alfonso. The boy was worried about his identity being exposed at this time, and he hid his fair cheeks in his hood, and was a little absent-minded when walking.

After arriving at the villa, Elaine said she wanted to go to bed and go back to bed. Nanting stayed in the dungeon all night yesterday and wanted to take a shower and rest, so she parted with everyone and returned to her room.

When he came out after taking a shower, the eastern sky had already shined with grayish white light. If this light was about to sleep, Nanting walked to the window to pull up the curtains.

A dark feather fell gently with the snowflakes.

Nanting blinked: "Fanes...the crown?"

"I'm on the roof." A lazy voice rang in my ears.

Nanting opened the window and saw half of the wings resting on the eaves.

She waved her hand upwards and said considerately: "There is a fireplace in the room, come and roast the fire, don't be cold."

"My believer, I respond to your wish." The God of Darkness chuckled, "but you must first retract your head."

Nanting immediately understood what Fanes meant, and he was afraid that the snow on his wings would fall on her head.

She pushed the pane a little further and stepped back to the fireplace.

A god wearing a black robe and winged wings on her back came to her window.

He shook his wings gently, causing the slight snow on the ends of his feathers to disappear, and then he stroked a pale and slender hand to her window frame.

Nanting glanced at the black-haired god: "What are you doing when you are still standing there?"

The corners of Fanes' lips were slightly raised, and his red eyes were even more gorgeous in the pale snow.

"I don't have my own room, would you like to take me in?"

——How could you, a "court consultant", not have a room?

Although I thought so in my heart, Nanting looked so loving as he looked at the dark god with his wings drooping in the snow.

"You come in first."

Farnez's thin lips were wide open, and his tongue was tempting crimson: "...good."

He gathered his wings and came in through the pane, his long and cold hair draped low on his shoulders.

The god's smile is charming.

It’s like a traveler lost in the wind and snow, finding a girl he fell in love in the warm tavern.

Nanting pulled open the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, stuffed the Dark God in, and picked up a thick blanket and draped it on him.

"Although the cold cannot erode me," the curve of the dark god's lips sighed with a smile, "but you pleased me very well."

Nanting turned his face unnaturally: "...I don't have any intention of pleasing you."

"I know." The Dark God reached out and snatched his hand, and Nanting fell into his arms.

He rolled up the blanket on his body and wrapped her tightly.
Chapter completed!