Daiyi stood quietly in the light and shadow.

The maid outfit on her had a sense of sacrilegious disharmony.

It was like putting a maid outfit on a statue of a goddess in a church.

"It suits you surprisingly well."

Having received Felyn's response, Daiyi slowly descended the stairs, holding onto the handrail, allowing him to see the full view of the outfit up close.

She tugged at the stockings on her thighs, and a wonderful sound—"snap"—filled the room.

"I was originally going to buy them for your girls, but I didn't expect to be wearing them myself." Daiyi straightened her collar, pulling it up a little. "Thinking about it, does this mean I've already been conquered by you and have joined your harem?"

"Then what does that make you, the head maid?"

A beam of light from outside the window passed through the dust and landed on the dining table.

The shadow of the book was cast on the wall, merging the two originally separate shadows into one.

In that instant, the two were briefly connected.

Felyn reached out and straightened the lace pattern on Daiyi's collar.

"But compared to a maid outfit, you probably prefer money, right?" She didn't retreat, didn't stop Felyn's somewhat intimate action.

"Then you're underestimating me too much. If I could see all my clients in maid outfits, a little less money wouldn't matter."

Felyn had to admit that girls with smaller chests looked good in clothes; everything suited them well.

"Why did you suddenly think of wearing this?" he asked.

Daiyi slowly lifted her eyelashes, Felyn's reflection appearing in her dark green eyes.

"Just consider it a thank you for taking care of me these past few days."

If it weren't for Felyn, Daiyi's days in Seiwa would have been very lonely.

She would have stayed in her room, conducting her research from morning till night, not speaking to anyone.

But it was precisely because of the young man in front of her that Daiyi's final period of time was very happy.

Occasionally, she would tease him with the girls around him, or say some wicked things to provoke him.

They went shopping together, ate together, and even slept together.

She had heard, and even participated in, the interesting stories about him and the girls around him, and had even asked him to remember her for ten years.

Most importantly, Daiyi knew that she was not alone in this world.

There was someone else like her, who did not blindly follow the gods.

That was enough.

Daiyi slowly took a step forward, placing both her hands on Felyn's shoulders.

Her warm breath brushed against Felyn's neck. Her usually cold voice was very moist today.

"Thank you, my dear."

During this time of pretending to be lovers... I was very happy.

The distance between the two was very close. Felyn could even see his own reflection in Daiyi's eyes, could see her heart.

He could feel a trace of an emotion that shouldn't be there appearing within the high walls Daiyi had built with her rationality.

It was like her originally regular heartbeat was now gradually accelerating, becoming arrhythmic.

"By the way, I left some things for you. But you can only look at them after I'm gone."

Daiyi gently placed a deep blue wooden box on the dining table. Her fingertips made a soft rustling sound as they brushed over the lid.

Only after she's gone... Can I look?

Felyn was all too familiar with such words.

When a shy young girl handed over a love letter, she would always blush and emphasize, "You have to wait until I'm far away before you can open it."

Or the train heading to a distant place had already started, only to find a letter stuffed in one's backpack, leaving only regret to be crushed on the tracks.

Or perhaps, this was just Daiyi's final joke on him.

Felyn saw Daiyi squatting on the floor, packing her luggage. She was still wearing the maid outfit, and in a daze, it was as if Felyn's maid was tidying up the house for him.

Felyn quietly walked to the dining table, his fingertips gently lifting the lid of the box.

He didn't want to repeat a cliché plot. Since he could do it now, why leave any regrets?

Inside the box lay a thick notebook.

Felyn gently picked it up, feeling the texture of the cover with his palm.

Opening the title page, there were no words from Daiyi to Felyn, but a table of contents handwritten by Daiyi.

The table of contents recorded speculations about the demise of Felyn's church, the moves of his divine arts, and methods to improve his divine affinity.

This was a strategy guide handwritten by Daiyi for him.

Each page was densely filled with Daiyi's neat handwriting. Besides excerpts from literature, there were also Daiyi's own annotations.

Felyn casually flipped to a page and saw that Daiyi was having trouble with the attributes of a divine art. She had drawn a large question mark on the notebook and made an annotation next to it.

*Sorry, I can't find any specific records. I don't know how to answer this question either. But you can probably solve this problem, Felyn. Although it's not logical, I just feel that way. After meeting you, I seem to trust my intuition more than data. How unsettling.*

And in the blank space on the last page, Daiyi had left a short closing remark.

"This is all I can do. I hope it can help you."

That was all.

Felyn knew that this guide must have taken a considerable amount of time. It was very difficult to find one or two obscure records from a massive amount of information.

He could almost imagine Daiyi hunched over the table, constantly looking up information while he was out.

"Fe-Felyn?! Didn't I tell you to wait until I was gone before looking?!" Daiyi saw Felyn leaning against the table, flipping through the notebook that contained her inner thoughts.

"I didn't plan to look at it now either. But what if this is a love letter you wrote to me?"

"L-love letter?!"

Daiyi quickly walked in front of Felyn, her dark green eyes flashing with panic, the tips of her ears turning the color of the evening glow.

She reached out to snatch the book back, but Felyn deliberately held the notebook high.

He watched as Daiyi struggled to stand on her tiptoes, a shy blush appearing on her face.

In her panic, Daiyi's footing became a little unsteady. Her figure swayed in the air, and she leaned forward.

Her soft body fell into Felyn's arms. Her knees, wrapped in black stockings, brushed against Felyn's thigh, creating a soft rustling sound.

The wind coming in from the window gently flipped the pages of the surrounding books, leaving a rustling sound.

Hermi tucked his paws in, watching the shadows of the two people on the floor truly merge into one.

He meowed, squinting his eyes, feeling the wind brush past his fluffy fur, feeling the faint ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

The flow of time seemed to have stopped. Everything in the room was in a state of stillness.

Including the two people embracing at this moment.

"Felyn, there's something I need to ask of you tonight."

After a long time, the voice of the girl in his arms slowly came, allowing time to start flowing again.

"Mhm, go ahead."

Their voices were very close.

"My father wants to meet the two of us tonight. He will probably want to talk to you about me in person. To avoid being exposed... Can we pretend to be lovers one last time?"