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“Lady Elena, here are the documents that need your attention today.”
Siamorphe respectfully placed a pile of documents on Elena’s desk, then elegantly stepped aside.
At this moment, Siamorphe presented herself as a human noblewoman with a monarch’s bearing—elegant, noble, and solemn. Her black hair was tastefully streaked with gray, and her iron-gray eyes were full of insight. She wore a white robe trimmed with gold and silver lace, and adorned with priceless gems. She looked like a typical, proud noblewoman.
Elena put down her magic pen, picked up a letter, and quickly reviewed it. She said casually to Siamorphe, “Speaking of which, you seem to be getting more and more used to this identity, my dear Minister Siamorphe.”
Siamorphe picked up a teacup from the desk beside her. She poured herself some tea and said with a smile, “After all, it is my master’s command.”
“And being with you is also a pleasure.”
This sentence was not just a compliment; it also contained a bit of sincerity.
Unlike other rulers, Elena, who had come into power halfway, did not have a strong desire to control her authority. She was very willing to delegate power to the minister that Siamorphe had transformed into. On the one hand, Elena trusted that this goddess would not dare to disobey Shelley’s command. On the other hand, she herself did not have such a high desire for power.
Cooperating with such a king made Siamorphe feel less restricted and much more at ease.
“Is that so? That’s good.”
Elena just looked up, then continued to browse…
“Hmm? This is…”
“The city of Casilda held a week-long, crazed carnival without any warning.”
Elena’s brow furrowed. He looked at the elegantly sipping Siamorphe and asked with a somewhat serious expression, “This news… have you already told Shelley?”
Putting down her teacup, Siamorphe shook her head. She said with a smile, “Master said that when I am with you, everything is up to you.”
“If you think this news has no value, then I will not report it to him.”
Elena was silent for a moment, then she burned this special letter with a special flame lamp on her desk, watching it turn to ash in her hand.
A moment later, a divine flame lit up from the candlestick, and Shelley’s gentle voice sounded in the room, “I know.”
“I’m already on my way.”
The voice faded, and the room returned to its original state. Just as Elena’s expression was a little stiff… a faint phantom appeared behind her, hugged her from behind, and whispered in her ear, “And…”
“Elena, why don’t you say you miss me?”
Elena forced herself to control herself, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a light snort, “Hmph.”
“Why should I miss you?”
“I get angry just seeing you.”
“Hurry up and go.”
Shelley didn’t care about her tone, gently tapped her cheek, and then whispered in her ear, “You little liar.”
“Don’t you dare beg me not to go next time.”
!!!
“Go to hell.”
Elena’s expression changed at once. She turned and was about to punch the Shelley behind her, but she hit the air. At the same time, her lips were also gently kissed, and Shelley’s laughter came from her ear.
“You come back here.”
“Don’t go.”
Shelley’s figure completely dissipated, turning into a golden stream of light and flying into the lamp. Only a light laugh was left echoing in the room, “You see, you’re already begging me not to go so soon.”
“You still miss me.”
Thud.
The desk was slammed hard. Elena looked at the smiling Siamorphe with a fierce expression.
“You didn’t see anything.”
“Understand?”
Covering her mouth and chuckling softly, Siamorphe elegantly turned and walked toward the door. As she walked, she turned her head and teased, “I’m leaving.”
“Don’t you dare beg me not to go.”
“I’m not as heartless as Master. I will stay.”
Clang.
Elena looked at the gently closed door and sat back down on her stool. Her expression also returned to normal in an instant. She revealed a look of longing, and then she laughed, “He’s recovered. It’s good that he’s fine.”
Then she gently touched the lips that Shelley had just kissed and said to the lamp in a low, shy voice, “Just a kiss is not enough.”
“The country has been urging me to leave an heir.”
…
The city of Casilda, a grand carnival had just ended here.
People looked at the people around them with some confusion, their faces blank… They might have just been dancing together, but at this moment, they no longer knew each other.
There were also people who had become intimate lovers in this week, but when they woke up, they found… that their original relationship was very bad.
There were even some who had woken up in the same bed with a ewe…
All sorts of strange situations were happening in all parts of the city. People were a little panicked to find that their memories of this week were very hazy and vague. It was as if everyone had fallen into a huge illusion.
Could it be that they had collectively fallen into a hysteria?
Obviously not.
This kind of large-scale, strange event, there was only one possibility… a miracle.
And it was a miracle personally presided over by a certain god.
Shelley at this time appeared in front of a magnificent hotel in the city. He gently pushed open the shop door and walked in as if no one was there. He easily passed through the layers of bodyguards and came to the innermost room, knocking gently on the door.
“Who?”
A lazy and bewitching female voice came from the room, and there was also the sound of running water and orchestral music.
She really knows how to enjoy herself… She’s so reckless with her divine power?
Shelley raised an eyebrow, shook his head with some amusement, and then said calmly, “The lord of the city of Casilda…”
“No, my dear Lady of Joy.”
He felt the music inside stop abruptly and silently revealed his white teeth, but his voice was still gentle and calm, “Are you enjoying your days here?”
“And are you not going to open the door for me?”
Sensing the silence inside and the small movements in the space, Shelley gently snapped his fingers.
“By the way, don’t think about running away.”
“I can find you once, and I can find you a second time.”
“And next time, I won’t be so easy to talk to.”
A somewhat nervous reply finally came from the room. The laziness in the voice was gone. She asked in shock, “Who are you?”
“What do you want?”
And this time, Shelley’s voice began to sound impatient. He whispered, “I’ll say it one last time.”
“Open the door.”
A cold aura spread with his words, not targeting the outside world, but directly into the room.
Gulp.
After a moment of silence, with a barely audible swallow, the magnificent door slowly opened.
Shelley looked at the beautiful woman who was now wrapped in a bath towel and revealed a warm smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Lady Lliira, the Goddess of Joy.”
