Three hours earlier.

The sky had not yet completely darkened.

"I'm back."

Felyn put down his schoolbag, preparing to take a shower in the bathroom before heading to the hospital to pick up Olivia.

Felyn felt that taking Olivia to see the school festival tonight might help her quickly reintegrate into modern society.

Besides, Zervanie was performing tonight. Her energetic stage presence might cheer Olivia up a little.

If she also came to like Zervanie, she might become a bit more cheerful.

Felyn didn't know that Olivia was already "cheerful" enough.

"Daiyi? Are you home?"

Felyn stood in place, looking at the living room which was now piled high with all sorts of luggage.

Everything in this house related to her had been packed away by her.

Whether it was the clothes in the laundry hamper or the matching toothbrushes in the bathroom.

The proof of her existence had all been stuffed into boxes.

"Oh, Felyn, you're back."

Daiyi popped out from behind a box. She was wearing a dark green tank top, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Are you leaving?"

"Mhm, my father is coming to pick me up tonight."

"I see."

Felyn took off his shoes and slowly walked into the living room.

"I've left the tea set and things like that for you; they're just too inconvenient to take. But I can't leave my underwear for you."

Hearing Daiyi make the same kind of joke as usual, a faint smile appeared on Felyn's face.

She's leaving.

The window wasn't closed. The wind wrapped around the curtains, like some kind of mournful cry.

The house had changed a lot.

The teapot no longer gurgled with hot steam, the dining table would no longer be piled with books, and a light would no longer be left on for him at night.

The girl on the sofa would no longer observe his expressions with her dark green eyes, then ask with a sly smile, "Felyn, which girl's house did you go to this time?"

Felyn squatted down and started tidying up the clothes on the floor.

"I'll pack with you. I'm afraid you'll take my underwear."

He carefully folded the clothes and then placed them in the suitcase.

Daiyi squatted next to Felyn, packing together.

Hermi, unaware of what was happening, jumped back and forth on the boxes, having the time of his life.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional sound of suitcases scraping against the floor.

"Felyn, thank you for these past few days."

"Thank me for what?"

"You went to the dungeon because you wanted to find Eitani and sign a contract with her, right?" Daiyi's packing hands stopped. She placed her hands on her knees, Felyn's figure reflected in her dark green eyes.

"It wasn't entirely for you. I had my own reasons too."

Daiyi lowered her head, looking at the cracks in the wooden floor.

"You felt it, didn't you? Those sigils were all modified by me. Did their power become stronger?"

"Mhm, how did you do it?"

"The patterns on the sigils are personally carved by each generation's Divine Child of Truth of the Church of Truth. The Divine Child then gives the carved sigil templates to the believers, who can then print the sigils," Daiyi's voice echoed softly in the room.

"Only the Divine Child of Truth is qualified to change the sigil patterns. But I still changed them. I reset almost all the sigil patterns."

She let out a soft laugh. "Those cat patterns were just doodles I casually drew with colored pens on the reset sigils. I just wanted to see if the sacred sigils would become unusable because of it."

Resetting sigil patterns...

Anyone in this world who heard these words would immediately cover their ears. They were afraid that such words, belonging to a heretical god, would affect their own divine affinity.

But Daiyi not only did it, she even drew cat doodles on them.

Most importantly, such sigils could still be used, and their power was even stronger.

"It's incredible, isn't it? Something belonging to a god could actually be changed by a mortal like me, and even doodling on it doesn't affect its use at all."

Daiyi buried her face in the crook of her arm, her voice coming out muffled. "But in the whole world... only you, Felyn, never cared about these things. Only you... would use such sigils without hesitation."

These sigils wouldn't incur any so-called divine punishment; Daiyi had already tested them herself.

But only Felyn would use these sigils that had been modified, had been "desecrated," by Daiyi.

"From the moment I moved in, you knew what my research topic was, didn't you? I saw the water stain you dripped on my notebook that day. But you never mentioned it all this time."

Her head hung even lower, her long black hair draping onto the floor, lightly sweeping across the sunlight that fell on it.

"You didn't... leave me because of this..." Her fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "Actually... I was really happy."

She knew how much trouble her past research had brought to her family and even the church.

She also knew she was a person abandoned by the world. In a world that worshipped gods, researching the topic of gods not existing was a very dangerous thing.

She was like a heretic, a lonely soul abandoned by the world.

Until she met Felyn.

Felyn, like Daiyi, was in a sense a person abandoned by the world.

He rushed about for his livelihood; she was persistent for the truth.

They were like two parallel lines that intersected by a chance of fate.

Now, it was all coming to an end.

Suddenly, a warm touch came from the top of Daiyi's head.

Felyn's hand rested gently on her head. This was the first time he had ever touched Daiyi's head.

He knew what this girl before him carried on her shoulders, yet she never gave up, nor did she ever transfer that pain to others. She built high walls with her rationality, but deep down, she was still waiting for someone to gently knock on that tightly closed door of her heart.

Just like... just like Felyn himself.

"Don't say silly things. How could I leave you over something like that? You're my client. No matter what kind of person you are, I won't leave you. I'm not picky at all."

Felyn's words made Daiyi's shoulders tremble slightly. She slowly raised her head, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains and falling on her face.

"Felyn, wait for me a moment."

She used the handrail to go up to the second floor and closed the door.

Felyn squatted alone amidst the mountain of luggage, feeling as if he could be submerged in memories at any moment.

The contract, originally signed to deal with her father, had blurred the lines between play and reality at some unknown point.

The door was pushed open.

"Fe-Felyn... what do you... think?"

Daiyi's slightly trembling voice pulled Felyn's thoughts back to reality.

He squatted in place, looking at Daiyi on the second floor, even forgetting to stand up.

The beautiful girl before him, the Daiyi who always loved to make perverted jokes, now had her eyelashes lowered, her cheeks tinged with a rare crimson blush.

Black stockings outlined the slender, graceful lines of her legs, and a white lace garter squeezed a slightly indented ring of soft flesh on her thigh.

A black dress cinched her waist perfectly, and a pure white frilly apron was tied at her waist, forming a large bow at the back. The white lace trim on her chest rose and fell gently with her breathing.

"Th-this is..."

It was a maid outfit.

"For your eyes only, Felyn."

(End of Chapter)