"If you run into Melville, that would be bad."

Nanting leaned on the dark god's chest for a while before he stood up straight with his upright shoulders and pulled on his hood again.

A low laugh came from behind.

Before Nanting could take a few steps, he fell into the cold and dark embrace again.

Before he could make a sound, his dark wings were covered layer by layer.

When the light fell into her eyes again, Nanting found that she was already in the shadow on the side of the Saint Palace.

The marble square in front of the palace was brightly lit, and the saint in blonde hair and white robe was commanding the Templars—

"Can you find someone in the Holy City, but can't you find it?"

"A bunch of waste!"

Nanting felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly broke free from the arms of the Dark God, urged him to "hide in the shadow", and quietly came to the Saint of Light and patted her shoulder.

Melville turned around, with a little bit of anger in her eyes. But after seeing Nanting's face clearly, the bright golden eyes immediately bent.

"No need to look for it." Melville waved his hands at the knights, then took Nanting's arm and walked towards the gorgeous and holy golden palace.

The gauze curtain hangs layer by layer behind her, and Nanting is pulled by Melville and comes to the deepest part of the palace.

On the shrine is a statue of the God of Light. His eyebrows and eyes are calm, with no joy or sorrow, wearing a divine crown and holding a scepter in his hand, and having a beauty that is indistinguishable from male and female.

The statue looked at Nanting and Melville with mercy.

In the strange silence, Nanting was about to say something, but Melville pressed on the edge of the shrine and bullied her.

Nanting: "Well..."

Her lips were covered by the Saint of Light with her hands.

Melville was half a head taller than Nanting. At this moment, she lowered her head slightly, buried her head in Nanting's neck and sniffed her lightly.

The cold breath and light golden hair brushed across the collarbone, and Nanting felt a little itchy. But her lips were blocked by Melville, and she felt a little uncomfortable with her smile.

Originally, she wanted to push her away, but when she thought that the essence of the other party was the God of Light and his statue was still staring at them, Nanting couldn't help feeling guilty.

At this time, Melville finally moved his hand away from her lips, pinched her jaw, and forced Nanting to stare at him.

Nanting blinked innocently and asked tentatively: "...Your Highness?"

Melville's tone lowered, and a glorious depression appeared in it: "You have the smell of what I hate."

The narrow and long golden eyes were burning, as if they were about to be burned into Nanting's eyes.

She couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Your Highness, I got lost when I came back..."

"You are my apostle." Melville cut off her words almost toughly, "It's enough for me to protect you."

Nanting lowered his head guiltily and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the God of Light.

"Look up." Melville ordered coldly, "Look at me."

Nanting's jaw was slightly lifted.

The holy light lingers on the statue fell into Melville's eyes, and her expression became compassionate and holy. Her long silk-like golden hair floated away without wind, and the sleeves of her white robe danced lightly.

“Now, I will in the name of God—”

Melville's fingertips swept across Nanting's eyebrows and covered her head.

"Bapt for you."

"Holy Light, respond to my call—"

The holy light condensed on the white and slender fingertips of the blonde saint and turned into droplets of liquid like substance. She tapped Nanting's forehead a few times and drew the emblem of the God of Light.

Nanting felt that she had fallen into a mysterious and ethereal realm, and the illusory emblem spread in her soul, as if she wanted to cleanse the darkness in her body.

The original body is a mixed blood of dark elves and ordinary humans, with only a little dark talent. But after Melville baptized Nanting, she also possessed the light talent.

You should know that humans with the talent of light magic are extremely rare in the entire continent. Once discovered, they will be sent to the seminary of the Holy City to train. After graduation, they will go to temples in various places to serve as clergy, and from then on, they will be noble and worry-free.

Nanting narrowed his eyes slightly.

She had read the book and knew that the "baptism" given by bishops and priests was usually only equivalent to the ritual of entering the church and had no effect of inspiring talents.

Melville…seemed to treat her completely as his own person.

The golden Holy Light imprint quickly disappeared from Nanting's forehead, and the elements of the Holy Light that originally rejected her also became enthusiastic. They danced lightly around her, kissing her cheeks and ear tips.

"From then on, we are sisters surrounded by God's throne. May we be merciful, humble and upright for you." Melville friendlyly held Nanting's hand.

Nanting felt that it was a bit inconsistent to say this by the incarnation of the God of Light.

But it seems that she has successfully entered the Light camp.

Nanting also held Melville's hand, looking pious and relieved.

"May the Holy Light bless you."

"Nanting, let's go take a shower together."

Melville said happily.

Nanting's pupils shrank slightly.

She had ten courage and did not dare to take a bath with the God of Light, even if the other party was a girl!

Otherwise, when He finds his memory, a God will not be punished to kill her - this is even more serious than blaspheming the Dark God, after all, the Dark God has no moral integrity at first sight.

"Sorry, Your Highness, I was blowing the wind today and felt a little uncomfortable, so I won't take a shower first~" Nanting tried to find a reason for himself in a tactful manner.

Melville hugged Nanting's arm with concern: "Then I'll send you back to the bedroom. The seminary will start the selection of freshmen tomorrow. You have to have a good sleep before you can be in good condition."

*

The next day, Nanting was awakened by the Dark God’s alarm clock.

She turned over on the big bed with gorgeous curtains: "It's not dawn yet."

The disgusting and pleasant voice of the God of Darkness buzzed in his ears: "My dear believer, do you still remember the contents of the contract?"

The silver-haired girl's ear tips trembled slightly: "Does it be written on the contract to get up early?"

"...Some." The Dark God's voice was filled with a smile, "Do you want to see it?"

Nanting buried her cheek in the quilt: "...but it wasn't dawn yet."

"Give you another quarter of an hour." The God of Darkness said indulgently, "You don't want to see the God of Light coming to wake you up in person, right?"

"Of course I don't want this." The silver-haired girl stomped her hands on the edge of the quilt, revealing a pair of emerald-like eyes. "But as a god of darkness, can you pull down your face and tell me to get up?"

"This is an inevitable sacrifice for a great cause," the voice of the Dark God was quiet and elegant, "I am not the kind of guy who wants to save face."

"…Oh." Nanting almost believed it.

*

The selection of freshmen in the seminary is a plot twist in the book.

In the seminary of the Holy City, the Holy Maiden of Light will meet princes and nobles from different kingdoms, and they will fall in love with her without exception. From the five kingdoms of the human race, to the elves courts, the dwarf empire... there is no race that believes in the God of Light, who doesn't love her.

Therefore, various Shura fields appeared around the Holy Maiden of Light.

As the dawn light was revealed, the marble square in front of the main temple was filled with nobles waiting to be selected - it was expensive to go to the Holy City and few civilians could afford it.

There were also several civilians with higher talent in the crowd, but they were faintly excluded from the social circles of the nobles.

Nanting is one of them.

She was so happy that she was chatting with the God of Darkness in her mind.

"Mianxia, ​​will you have any instructions later?" Nanting asked for advice humbly.

Dark God: "Melville baptized you yesterday, and it should be no problem to get into the seminary."

Nanting cast Zhanbi's eyes towards the dawn in the distance: "You're not angry."

Melville was so angry that he just smelled the darkness on her body.

The Dark God chuckled: "I don't mind."

Nanting felt a little secretly disappointed in her heart.

Well, in the future—it should keep the distance between believers and gods from Him.

No longer thinking about this big pig's hooves, Nanting's eyes fell on the Saint of Light in the distance.

Melville was surrounded by people, and the arrogant nobles lowered their heads in front of the saint, racking their brains to hope to talk to her.

The blond saint looked absent-minded, with her brilliant golden eyefelt feathers lowered, her eyes cold and indifferent.

But after realizing Nanting's eyes, Melville raised his eyelashes slightly, and there seemed to be a spring breeze melting snow in his eyes, as if a stream of broken gold was filled with streams.

Like a prophet splitting the sea, she walked through the crowd and walked to Nanting's side.

"Let's go over," Melville took Nanting's hand, "The talent test is about to begin."

The nobles started to talk softly:
To be continued...