What do you mean by "this is a dating game"?

A brief silence fell amidst all the wonders.

Emilia was actually somewhat uneasy.

She had taken great care in dressing herself up for her visit today, hoping that by finding Sig, she could at least gain the approval of the Lord of the Fire Palace.

but……

The atmosphere was not as harmonious as she had imagined.

A sense of awkwardness lingered in my heart.

She was filled with awe and gratitude, and from the beginning she placed herself in a humble position, so of course she couldn't act naturally.

They dared not use the communication skills and social maneuvering they had mastered at banquets.

She worried that the Lord of the Fire Palace would think her shallow.

In contrast, Seeger—

Sieg is very tired.

He had to consider the airs that the "Lord of the Fire Palace" should have and wouldn't speak recklessly.

in silence.

Sieg spoke: "Emira, your mission is accomplished. You no longer need to observe or test Sieg; I am convinced that he is qualified to become my 'Apostle'."

Oh, this.

Emilia's smile faded.

She blinked, and the first thing she felt wasn't the relief and joy of completing the task, but... a sudden panic.

How could this happen?

How can you be so sure when you haven't even started observing?

that--

Does that mean she has nothing to do?

Emilia longed to draw near to the Savior.

Get close to this great being who saved her life and showed her compassion when she was helpless.

She wanted the Lord of the Fire Palace to know her and feel her.

Don't abandon her.

Now, the Lord of the Fire Palace no longer needs her.

You seem unhappy.

Sieg asked with a smile.

Emilia forced a smile: "I...of course I'm happy for you, Savior."

"lie."

"..."

Sieg raised his hand, gathering a ball of scarlet light.

It is a curse of certain death.

He examined the colors in his palm and said, “Emira, countless people come before me. Some are upright, some are base; some are rich, some are poor. I receive them all equally, without distinguishing between good and evil, noble and lowly.”

Emilia listened.

"To date, only three people have received my 'blessing.' You are one of them."

Sieg raised his hand, displaying the radiance of the curse of certain death.

He said calmly, "Reach out your hand."

"……yes."

Emilia raised her hand and touched the red light in Sieg's palm.

The previous curse has been broken.

A new mission dawned on Emilia's mind, which she believed must be a divine oracle:

[Follow the master of the Fire Palace. Or die.]

Compared to before, the new mission undoubtedly carries a warmer tone. The Lord of the Fire Palace does not ask Emilia to do anything; she only needs to trust.

Sieg lowered his hand and said, "You are my third follower."

"Yeah?"

Emilia was somewhat reserved, and after a while, she asked, "Savior, who are the other two?"

"The second one is Sieg. You've already met him."

"As for the first one... he was a Tiflin, once a very important figure in the eastern Scorched Earth, but now he's fallen on hard times."

Sieg introduced himself calmly.

He extinguished the wick of the kerosene lamp and said finally, "I think you have nothing else to say. See you next time, Emilia."

Darkness filled my vision.

Light soon appeared.

Emilia was slightly taken aback, and was surprised to find that she had been asked to leave the Hall of Wonders and returned to her bedroom.

The afternoon breeze, carrying a hot and humid atmosphere, drifted in through the window.

Emilia felt the heat and her heart was filled with unease.

Below her spine, on her coccyx, the brand placed by the Savior was burning hot, and she could clearly feel its presence.

Deep in my heart, my admiration for the Savior has remained constant.

That's why she was distracted.

It's completely different from before.

Previously, the Savior sensed her despair and sorrow, and went so far as to appear in His own form to enlighten her and give her the care she needed most.

And now...

I hadn't even said a few words before I was asked to leave.

This is probably reasonable; the Savior is clearly a great being. Detachment and indifference are qualities he should possess, because he is so lofty.

Moreover, the Savior did not sever his connection with him.

He changed the content of the "blessing" and said personally, "You are my third believer."

A rational analysis.

Emilia thought she was being overly sensitive, and that the Savior had always been consistent in his feelings towards her.

only……

"How should I express my devotion to you?"

Emilia leaned back and lay on the soft bed.

Her emerald eyes gazed at the walnut ceiling, and she thought, "How should I follow you, my savior?"

She really wanted to do something.

A lingering unease deep within her heart wouldn't dissipate, and Emilia closed her eyes.

I don't know how much time has passed.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and a maid called out from outside, "Young Miss, are you there?"

Emilia opened her eyes: "What is it?"

"A young man named Sieg is looking for you. He says he's your friend. And this Mr. Sieg is with a demon!"

The maid was easily startled.

She added, "The butler said they're a 'Tiffany'... Miss, should we send them away?"

Is Sieg here to see me?

And he brought a Tyflin with him!

Emilia immediately sat up and said, "Take them to the tea room and treat them well! Tell Sieg I'll be there soon."

……

……

After closing the Myriad Realms and forcibly expelling Emilia, Sieg immediately notified Nefarian to go outside and wait outside the city lord's mansion.

Two hours later.

Sieg finally met Nefarian outside the city lord's mansion.

After explaining the situation, they went to the gatehouse, announced their purpose, and were then invited to wait in the tea room.

"Tea? Good stuff."

Nefa looked at the emerald green tea in the porcelain cup, took a small sip, and said, "It smells so good! I haven't had this kind of green tea since I left the Scorched Earth."

Sieg felt a little sentimental.

But unlike Nefa, he wanted to grow old.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

I sat there for about ten minutes.

A woman with blond hair and closed eyes walked into the tea room; she was Emilia.

Emilia wore the same makeup as before. She closed the door to the tea room and stood in front of the tea table.

Emerald eyes glanced at Sieg, then at Nefa, and said, "I am Emilia, uh—"

Sieg, with a serious expression, raised his left hand and placed it on his right shoulder: "The Lord of the Fire Palace is with us. My sister."

Before coming in, Sieg had already explained the general situation.

Nefarian is quite shrewd. He quickly grasped the situation and knew what role he should play.

He imitated Sieg, raising his left hand to his right shoulder and saying, "The Lord of the Fire Palace is with us. My sister."

Emilia was thrilled; she had finally found her people!

She imitated her, somewhat awkwardly raising her left hand to her right shoulder: "The Lord of the Fire Palace is with us. My... sister?"

You should say brother!

Sieg spoke sternly, offering his correction!

Emilia suddenly squeezed her fleshy legs together!

"I'm sorry... Senior. The Lord of the Fire Palace is with us. My brother."

That's more or less.

Sieg laughed, "Emira, I am not the predecessor. The real predecessor is him, Nefa. He has been a follower of the Lord of the Palace of Fire for more than thirty years."

Nefa chuckled. "There's no such thing as senior or junior. All those who believe in the Lord of Flint, whether they came early or late, are brothers and sisters. Miss Emilia, the Lord of Flint has already told me that you have gained his approval and are his third follower!"