As the sound of the light myth fell, the scenery in the dark dungeon suddenly changed.

The bricks and stones above seemed to break in an instant, and the dazzling and powerful light poured down. After the dazzling light, there was a vaguely magnificent and beautiful kingdom of gods. Angels were patrolling among the pure white palaces, and holy light was lingering on the floating island.

Nanting narrowed his eyes slightly. The dark god's wings trembled slightly, covering her with this blinding glory.

Melville snorted coldly, raised a hand slightly, and pointed at the half of the Dark God's body far away from Nanting.

In the Kingdom of God, the angels bent their bows and arrows, and sharp arrows cut through layers of space like meteors, pursuing the illusory connections and pointing directly to the dark god in the dungeon!

"I'm leaving for a while." Farnes pressed his thin lips against the tip of Nanting's ear and whispered softly, "The Pope will take care of you for me."

"What are you talking about!" Nanting opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "I don't need anyone to take care of you, I care only you."

In desperation, she said something in her heart, and her ears immediately turned red as she finished speaking.

Having said that, when the God of Darkness threw her out of the cage, she did not resist - the battlefield of the gods, she could not help much, but instead became a burden to him.

The god's black wings slowly spread out, as graceful and gorgeous as the dark night. He slowly rose to mid-air and finally glanced at Nanting.

The narrow eyes were slightly red, and the gorgeous roses were blooming in the bottom of their eyes. Farnes looked at His Saint and nodded seriously and slowly.

"I'll come back to take care of you."

The boundless arrow of light fell, cutting through the fallen wings of the gods, and Nanting's vision turned blank in the strong light.

…………

When I opened my eyes, I was already in the Pope's room.

The pope with silver hair and red eyes raised his slender and cold fingers and gently covered the girl's green eyes.

"I have applied herbs to you," the Pope said in a gentle voice, "your eyes need rest."

There was a slight tingling deep in Nanting's head, and he tightly grabbed the pope's wrist like a drowning man: "How is he like to the crown of him?"

The Pope's pulse hopped slightly: "...The war between gods is not so easy to decide the outcome."

"Then what can I do for Him?" Nanting's tone was a little anxious, "Yes, I'm going to collect..." The fragments of the Moon's Scepter.

The corners of the pope's lips were silently raised: "Please don't give up Him."

Nanting was stunned: "I don't know..."

"It's just enough." The Pope cut off her words, "You are His reasons, desires and paranoia."

Nanting was not coaxed by the pope: "...How great would it be if he was talking about this."

The pope fell silent. The silver-white eyelids were trapped and shadows were cast under the deep red eyes.

"Let's sleep for a while," he said, "and then I'll take you to get the 'Sun Staff'."

*

The team to tour the Five Kingdoms has been prepared. In order to spread the glory of the gods, the temple specially selected a flying ship that consumed a lot of divine power to be used as a vehicle for this trip.

The news that the Saint of Light disappeared caused various discussions and speculations in the Holy City, and many people even thought it was Nanting's move.

In the end, the Pope disagreed with the public and claimed that the Saint was going to perform a top-secret mission, which blocked everyone's verbal talk.

On the day of boarding, Elaine gave Nanting a big hug.

"No matter what others say, I believe you!" The elf stuffed a package into Nanting's arms.

"What is this?" Nanting's blue eyes bent slightly.

Elaine blinked at her, turned around and left.

"You will know when you open it."

"Hey--!" Nanting wanted to chase after him, but the green elf waved his hand casually.

On the other side, the flying boat was about to take off, and Nanting hurried back.

Open the package and a small note with vine patterns fell out.

[I knew you couldn't remember to bring daily necessities, here, it's all here - the latest rose water, lipstick and cold cream.]

Nanting was a little moved.

She has been worrying about things in her mind these two days and has no intention of preparing for these things.

The pope appeared behind her and his voice was low: "...I'm ready for you, too."

Nanting stared at the Pope suspiciously, with a clear disbelief in his eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty?"

The Pope raised his eyebrows slightly, and naturally took the big and small bags from her with one hand, and held her wrist with the other hand.

"Come with me."

Nanting couldn't get away from the tight fingers of the silver-haired young man, so he could only follow him.

"I am an apprentice from the Knights' Academy, and I don't need a gentle beauty like you to help me carry things."

"...can it be understood as?" The Pope raised his long eyelashes slightly, and a fleeting smile flashed across the corner of his lips, "You are praising me."

Nanting turned his face: "No."

“We’re here.”

The Pope opened the hatch door and the elegant and gorgeous suite came into view. Not only was the decoration extremely holy and luxurious, but the entire wall was filled with one-way floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the holy city shrouded in the wind and snow outside the window.

The silver-haired beauty brought her to the door and put Nanting's luggage in the room.

Nanting: "Is this my place to live?"

Because of the disappearance of the Saint of Light, she is not very popular in the temple now. It is logical that it would be good to be assigned to the standard room of two apprentices.

"No," the Pope's rosy eyes curled slightly, "This is where we live."

Nanting knew the Pope's background. This guy didn't know how to use magical magic and didn't dare to use dark spells. He was not her opponent at all when fighting alone.

Everyone is a dark believer and can also help him wash clothes and cook.

She nodded: "I have no objection. I'm afraid the priests will gossip."

"You are the priest who assisted me in handling the documents," the pope smiled slightly, "Isn't it normal to live with me?"

It doesn't matter to Nanting, the pope doesn't care. Her reputation is not good now. I don't know how many conspiracy theories about her murder of the saint, and it doesn't matter if there is any more infamous.

Those priests will definitely rumor behind their backs that she is the lover of His Majesty the Pope, and will add fuel to the fire, and develop into the Pope's behavior of conspiring to murder the Saint because of love, or this is a conspiracy between her and the Pope.

——Let it go.

Nanting fell on the soft and comfortable sofa, his mind full of a shadow of god.

The big hands with distinct joints were placed on her shoulders casually and gently kneaded them.

It's like...he's still there.

Nanting looked back and stared at the Pope incredibly: "Why can you be so natural?"

The pope lowered his long eyelashes, and his beautiful cheeks smiled: "I said I am Fanes, do you believe it?"

Nanting slapped the pope's claws and gave him a blank look: "...of course I don't believe it."
Chapter completed!