The white robe drooped like flowing water along the Pope's neat wrist lines, and the hands with distinct joints hung steadily in the air, as if a noble young man was waiting for the lady to accept the invitation at a dance party.

Nanting still hugged the dark god's waist and didn't even look at the pope.

The Dark God raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction and whispered in Nanting's ear: "If he dares to offend you, he can summon me."

The Pope's cold eyebrows were as cold as a frost knife, and he raised his eyebrows uncontrollably.

Nanting nodded in the arms of the Dark God: "Are you leaving now?"

The Dark God bent his lips slightly: "Stay in the Holy City for too long will attract the attention of the God of Light."

Nanting watched as the tall and cold figure of the god turned into black mist and dissipated in the void.

But the Pope sat down leisurely, as if nothing had happened just now, and raised his beautiful red eyes and looked at Nanting: "Some of the temple's documents need to be sorted out, this is your job."

Nanting nodded and sat opposite the pope.

The Pope put on silver chain glasses with one hand, flipped the documents on the table with the other hand, picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, and reviewed it with smooth and sharp strokes.

Soon, a stack of various documents approved by the Pope was piled up in front of Nanting.

There are even many important documents in it, involving changes in senior staff, taxes from various divine kingdoms... they are all secrets of the Temple of Light.

Nanting: Can I see this?!

However, when he thought that the Pope himself was a dark believer, he felt relieved in an instant.

Nanting sorted the documents in a category and wrote down some contents with his brain, which may be useful for competing with the Temple of Light in the future.

After the two of them finished rectifying and sorting out all the documents, it was already dark.

"I'll send you back." The pope stood up gracefully, smoothing the wrinkles on his white robe, and his whole body looked holy and dignified.

Nanting was not deceived by his appearance.

"Your Majesty, will I leave myself?"

The Pope walked to the door calmly and opened the door for Nanting: "Please."

At this time, a priest passed by the door. Nanting was not too disrespectful to the Pope in front of others, so he nodded and walked out.

The Pope followed her unconsciously.

The cold clouds brushed across the long bridge connecting the temple and the building, and the moonlight softly shone down, illuminating the girl's silver hair. She walked calmly, her clothes dancing gently in the breeze, as if she had forgotten the big boss who was still following the Holy City behind her.

"The Crown seems to like you very much." The Pope whined, "As His Apostle, He is obviously more inclined to you."

Nanting recalled the scene when the pope was tied up by the God of Darkness and threw it into the corner of the wall. He secretly sympathized with him in his heart, but he did not show his face: "He is not inclined to me - as a saint of darkness, if I am offended, wouldn't it damage the face of the temple?"

The pope laughed softly, his soft silver-white forehead was illuminated by the light of the stars, and there seemed to be moonlight on his eyelashes.

"He is leaning towards you."

Nanting looked back and stared at him: "Why are you unreasonable?"

The Pope spread out his slender and well-proportioned hands and blinked at her slightly: "Do you want to reason with the madman?"

"Who said he was a lunatic?" Nanting sneered, but this time he was side by side with the Pope. "You are a well-known figure now, so don't talk like this to someone you just met."

The Pope chuckled and shook his head: "I have been paying attention to you for a long time, His Highness."

Nanting elongated his voice and bent his eyes to the Pope jokingly: "Abnormal-"

The silver-haired young man tilted his head in disbelief and suddenly raised the corners of his lips happily: "You look so cute as you confront others."

Nanting frowned slightly in disgust: "You are shaking."

The pope's rosy pupils expanded slightly and he asked in confusion: "What is that?"

"Nothing." Nanting said hurriedly, "Where did you say just now... Well, why did you pay attention to me?"

"Mr. Crown, please take care of you." The Pope's tone was so calm that it was almost cold.

"Please?" Nanting keenly noticed the keyword, "The Dark God is always 'please' rather than 'command' to you. Sure enough, you are the hidden boss."

The Pope shook his head gently, and the silvery hair tips brushed across his high nose under the moonlight: "When I handle it... I will tell you some troubles on my body, okay?"

It was actually a tone of discussion.

Nanting's eyes were cast on the flawless side of the Pope: "Everyone has privacy. I just mentioned it casually... and there is no intention to dig into the bottom line. Sorry, Your Majesty."

"It's me who should apologize." The pope's cold and abstinent voice also seemed a little mute. "I also apologize for the offense I had against you before. I admit that I want to make the Crown Prince jealous."

"Why?" Nanting was a little puzzled, "Is there any benefit for you to be jealous?"

The Pope hangs down his slender silver eye feathers and whispers: "...no."

After a moment of silence, the silver-haired young man spoke again: "A being like His who is longer than time, lacks interest in everything, and loses desire for the continuation of life."

Nanting opened her eyes wide in surprise: "But the Him I know is a very interesting guy."

"Maybe." The pope cast his eyes on the flowing clouds in the distance, and his lips were drawn into a pleasant and lazy arc. "As believers, we want to save Him, aren't we?"

"I will do this without you saying I will." Nanting looked up at the handsome young man beside him, "I will not let the established ending come true."

The wind rolled up the soft silver hair tips, and the stars illuminated her cold eyebrows.

The Pope shook his head with a smile, raised his hand to straighten her hair. His movements were so natural, as if he had done it many times to her that Nanting could not react for a while.

"Not only that," he kept smiling, "you know the plot, right?"

Nanting nodded: "His He even told you this?"

The Pope leaned closer and whispered in the side of Nanting's ear: "...Well, I am His 'confidant'."

Nanting gave him a blank look and quickly looked away: "The person I trust most... is me! Well... should it?"

The pope couldn't help but hold her shoulder and laughed: "Of course it's you!"

Nanting felt a little satisfied: "...you know."

After saying that, she looked up at the Pope, but saw the silver-haired young man staring at her with drowsy eyes, as if roses blooming in the bottom of her eyes.

Nanting:!

"Why look at me with this kind of eyes?"

The pope's expression was cold and innocent, and his eye feathers twitched slightly: "...you mean?"

Nanting couldn't describe it for a moment, and she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, so she simply stepped on the pope.

A small footprint suddenly appeared on the surface of the flawless boots.

"Have you stepped on it enough?" The Pope approached her from behind indifferently, his voice as elegant and low as a cello. "Do you want to do it twice?"

"Bored." Nanting turned around and left.

The Pope followed her leisurely: "Let's get back to the point?"

A low "Yeah" floated in front of him.

"I'm still angry." The pope bent his eyebrows slightly, "I won't say it."

Nanting was not very concerned about the matter of the Dark God, but now this hateful pope is actually keeping him in vain. Of course, it is-

"I'm not angry, please tell me quickly." The girl looked back with a smile.

"From my understanding of you," the pope cheered up the corners of his lips happily, "If you make such an expression, you will make trouble next."

The air fell into silence for a moment, and Nanting's smile did not diminish: "...you observe me."

The Pope sighed lazily: "In this position, everyone's behavior report will be delivered to my desk."

Nanting took a deep breath: "You can do it."

The Pope failed to understand what she said: "Thank you?"

"You guy, sometimes it's harder than the Crown Prince." Nanting was a little depressed.

"Can I understand that this is a compliment to me?" The pope's eyelashes slightly flirted, his eyes narrow and long and seductive, "Tell you the truth, the Crown Prince has no intention of changing the plot at all."

Nanting opened her green eyes in disbelief: "But He is still supporting me to collect fragments of the holy artifact..."

“He thought it was fun to do it with you.”

The pope lowered his eye feathers, and his red eyes were full of gloom.

"What's this?" Nanting smiled, "I don't believe what you said."

"Then," the Pope spread his hands, "that's all I'll say."

The two had already arrived at the sky garden near the dormitory. Clusters of flowers bloomed quietly in the night, and the figure of the silver-haired young man disappeared behind the flower shadow.

"Wait--!" Nanting could not tolerate that possible that could come true after all. She quickly chased after her and grabbed a piece of the silver-haired beauty's trunk. "Why doesn't He want to exist?"

The Pope slightly leaned over half of his face. The moonlight was filtered by the shadow of flowers, and the gorgeous beams illuminated his eyelashes.

"Isn't this a curse that He, who is in charge of the clergy of 'death', cannot truly die?"

Nanting stood there in a daze: "This is something that humans cannot ask for..."

The Pope closed his eyes gently: "Before the birth of 'light', He already existed. It is normal for him to have psychological problems after experiencing cold and lonely years."

‘Stop talking.’ The voice of the God of Darkness sounded in the pope’s heart, ‘Isn’t it the part I divided that you are still trying to survive? If you can’t save me, the world will eventually end with me. She will also... be sent back to her original world.’
Chapter completed!