As the sun slowly rose in the sky, a ray of light shone on Sol’s face, slowly forcing him awake.
Opening his eyes, refreshed after a good night of sleep, he tried to stand up, but stopped once he beca aware of the weight on him.
Looking down, he was startled at the sight of purple hair draped all over his chest. Thankfully, his mind kicked into gear and he rembered the events that led to this.
Last night, after their discussion about her relationship with Lilith, Lilin had clearly stated that she wished to spend the night with him.
When she did so, the little head of Sol had been screaming to go for it. But, the rational part of his mind ultimately stopped him.
He had absolutely nothing against finally spending his first night with her. No matter what their blood relation was, it did not really matter to him.
But he did not wish for it to happen like this.
He felt as if she just wanted to throw herself away in sex and forget everything.
Sadly, escapism was not sothing Sol could condone.
Escapism generally led to depression, and depression to morbid thoughts. Having one person with suicidal tendencies near him was more than enough.
That was why, rather than having a wild and passionate night, they simply kissed and cuddled until she finally fell asleep.
Weirdly, Sol did not feel particularly pent up. Of course, sleeping with a woman such as Lilin who exhibited an odd mix of sexiness and cuteness without touching her was sort of torture.
But monts like this filled his heart with contentnt and happiness.
No relationship could rely on sex, no matter how good, to last long. In the end, the most important thing was to understand, protect and support each other.
Even though two humans could never completely understand each other, it was necessary to co as close as possible.
Sol sighed. Sotis, he wondered why a simple teen like him had to deal with so much ss.
Even during his first life, he was nothing more than a random university student between millions upon millions in the world.
He had nothing particularly special about him.
He was not particularly good at anything, but neither was he particularly bad.
He was not a super-hidden genius that was bored with life nor was he a NEET that thought the world was a shitty ga.
Simply and clearly average.
[Is that so?]
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In dea's world, Ambrosia, who was chatting happily with dea and Freya, suddenly frowned before shrugging.
It had nothing to do with her and it wasn’t like she could stop it even if she wished to
“Mother?”
“Hum? Haha don’t mind , I was just wondering how much your charm was lacking for Persephone to beat you even though she ca later. What did you do? Did you ask for a child or sothing?”
“Ugh.”
“You didn’t...You did! Oh my goddess, I never thought you could be so dumb.”
Ambrosia laughed out loud while teasing the red-faced Freya.
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In the church, Calia, who was hugging her pillow as she slept, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Standing up, she murmured,
“What are you doing?”
She waited but received no answers.
Helplessly, she could only lay back on the large bed with worry etched on her face.
She wasn’t worried about what could happen to Sol. She knew that Sol was simply too important for the goddesses.
She was worried about the possibility of him thinking this was another sche of hers or that she did not warn him in advance.
She was already on the fence, and she did not need soone to pull her down deeper.
*Cough* *Cough*
Covering her mouth with her hand, she sighed once her body stopped trembling and looked at the now bloodied hand.
A few seconds later, the blood slowly evaporated as it transford into golden particles of light.
She had not told Sol the complete truth about the ritual back then. It would not harm her, but that was only when it wasn’t broken.
Back then, she had absolute confidence in the barrier. Who would have thought that a demi-god would interfere?
Thankfully, it was nothing much, she just needed to sleep longer for so ti. She just feared that if she told Sol now, his trust in her would crumble even more.
Sighing, she curled down on her bed,
“I should tell him the truth about my current situation today.”
All this while she had hesitated and tried to think about different excuses, but she ultimately discarded them.
As a scher, she understood more than anyone else that a lie could only be covered by even more lies.
It was better to co clean now than to wait for the situation to explode in her face.
She was ready to accept any punishnt he would throw at her as long he didn’t show his expression of disappointnt again.
That, more than anything, had really cut her deep.
Closing her eyes, she began to dream. A simple and happy dream.
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Sol was dreaming, at least he thought he was dreaming. His mind felt hazy as if his consciousness was floating in endless white fog.
When he felt his mind grow clear again, he was standing in a vast garden, green pasture as far as the eyes could see and an incredibly shining starry sky, shining so beautifully, each star seed like a jewel.
Even though he was a little startled, Sol regained his focus rather fast as he eyed the place he was in.
Feeling the pleasant breeze on his face and looking up at the sky, he could basically guess where he was currently.
After all, it hadn’t been that long.
*Crunch*
The sound of the grass being crushed under graceful steps sounded in Sol’s ear as he turned to face the source.
This was the sa scene, the sa situation and the sa place.
This ti though, he did not make the mistake of looking directly at the face of the woman but simply at the hem of her short golden dress, that seed ready to fly with the wind and show the spring scene underneath at any mont.
Sol rembered clearly what had happened the last ti he saw the face of the being in front of him. It was not a pleasant mory and he had no wishes to revive it.
Giving a bow, Sol said gently, “Good morning, dear goddess. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
“Oh? and here I thought you would face with a face full of anger, ready to berate or sothing of sorts.”
Straightening his back, Sol gave a smile as he focused his gaze on the collarbone of the woman.
‘I hope I won’t develop so weird fetishes.’
Literally, every part of her body seed to be perfect and attracted him to no end.
“How could I dare? Your excellency could smite , take my blessings away, break my mind, or many things. Why would I voluntarily antagonize soone who is so much more powerful than because of so useless pride?”
Sol was prideful. He beca even more since his awakening.
But he wasn’t foolish–even less so suicidal.
Pride without the ans to back it up was nothing but pure hubris.
A slight chuckle escaped her, and imdiately, Sol felt as if the world was filled with happiness. As if nothing could ever go wrong.
Taking a deep breath, he managed to stop his surging emotions that definitely did not co from him.
‘So this is a goddess. A simple laugh is enough to nearly destroy all my ntal barriers.’
He was once again reminded that gods and mortals stood at two different levels.
“Now then, little Sol, could you guess why I brought you here?”
“My entry in the Astral world.”
“Ding Ding Ding. Beautiful answer. No prize though.”
Teasingly joking, the goddess waved her hand and created a throne before plopping in it in a rather unbecoming way.
Once she was seated, she murmured, “You rember our deal, right?”
Sol sighed as he nodded, “How could I forget? I am still grateful for you sparing Calia back then.”
“Then, It’s ti for you to know about your second trial.”
(AN: Read back the Saint Fall arc if your mories are blurry. This arc will end in the next chapter. After that, there will be 3 special chapters. Vol 6 will not have any interludes. After all, this volu didn't have a particular heroine)
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