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'Heckath,' I said.

The slightly cold tone came from the door, but it was as clear as it came directly into my mind.

The early morning sun fell through a gap in the curtain on the girl's white face, dragging out a long and dazzling spot of light. Her blonde hair was curled on both sides of her shapely cheeks, and a few strands fell from her forehead. The slender eyelashes tremble slightly, and the lazy eyes do not want to open.

The jewel-like crimson was illuminated by the spot of light, and Heckath unconsciously narrowed her eyes again.

At this time, the voice outside the door sounded cold, like a repeat reading:

'Heckath,' I said.

Heckath got up quickly, pulled her magic robe over her, ran and opened the door.

This person in front of her, no, God she can't afford to offend.

The young man was dressed in a simple black robe, with long dark, silky hair, and pale cheeks as perfect as sculptures. Green eyes immersed in the dark, see her open the door, slender and soft eyelashes slightly raised, the abyss of eyes cold into her sight.

Heckath laughed.

It was the third day that Thachidis had followed her to Plutara.

The floating city of Plutara is the creation of the former "God of magic" and now the "mystic saint" Milton, a magical capital far from the ground and high above the earth.

After she wears to this different world, she is lucky to become a magic apprentice in the magic city.

Herkath, who had been a social animal in a previous life, did not have much objection to re-learning from the first grade. The magical instructors were not strict, and no one cared if they dozed off in class before entering the second year and dividing into magical factions. Apart from the need to set aside some time each week to earn "magic points" on the side, life is pretty comfortable.

So, Heckath every day while "teasing" Cyril deskmate, while peeped at the world's history, geography and literature books.

- If she could, she'd rather be a breezy continent-trotting minstrel than... You have to learn math to memorize a spell model!

It seems that even the "Mystic Saint" has heard the call of Heckath's heart, and the college suddenly decided to organize the first-year apprentices to go out on a collective practice.

Heckath still remembers that when she asked Leo, the monitor, "Practice can skip", the dead spirit Department gifted white-haired teenager replied with a serious face:

"Huckabee, practice counts for credit. For your sake, I'll drag you there anyway."

So with Leo at the helm, a dozen apprentices from their class were transported to the foothills beneath the floating city.

Unexpectedly, after a few quiet days, a tree monster appeared from nowhere and forced them to a corner. Several apprentices were badly injured.

As Heckath hid in the trees, trying to reduce her presence, Cyril, a teenager with curly brown hair and thin cheeks, ducked beside her.

Herkath's pupils dilated slightly, and she watched sadly as the vine of the tree monster spread towards her.

But Cyril smiled at her and quickly began to recite the quaint prayer in an obscure language.

As soon as the young man spoke, the tree monster was swallowed by something transparent in an instant.

They were saved.

Cyril was feverishly grateful for the miracle, and told her that he had a gift for the ministry.

Heckath seemed to echo Cyril's words, but a sudden, whispering voice came from her heart:

"What price are you prepared to pay?"

After sending Cyril to help Leo save his companions, Heckath stifle her ridicule of "why not ask Cyril to pay the price" and communicate with the existence in her heart.

"I would like to believe in you..."

The voice in my head paused for a moment before it began again without a ripple:

"Pray earnestly thirty times a day, and I will consider whether to forgive your SINS."

? What was her crime?

As if sensing her inner reluctance, God added:

"Forty times."

Reason told her to say yes, compared with her own life, a mere prayer is nothing --

She said yes and was a little slow, but God interrupted her:

"Fifty times in the morning and fifty times in the evening."

Herkath nodded gravely with her ruby eyes.

The next thing that happened was that after returning to Plutara's college, God sent down the boyish incarnation and, out of nowhere, assumed the status of a student at Emona College, claiming to "supervise" her.

So today Heckath dared not stay in bed again, and when she heard the cold voice of Thacidis, she put on her magic robe and went to open the door for him without washing her face.

The doll of beauty of the young man stood in the doorway, with indifferent eyes staring at her.

"It's time to pray." 'he said.

"I have great respect for you, so please let me change my clothes and wash up again..." Heckath gave a friendly look.

It has to be said that the girl's red eyes are like a clear morning sun, and if Thachidis is really a teenager of his appearance at this age, there is no reason not to be fascinated by it.

Thacidis walked up to the maiden's room, and the young man folded his arms, pressing his black hair down on his breast, and fixing her with his green eyes wherever Hechath went.

"As a devout believer, surely you will not refuse my help?" The young man's thin lips moved, revealing a subtle smile.

Heckath had a sudden premonition of something bad.

Satchidis was still leaning against the wall, but the door of the room closed. A cold wind whipped up and wrapped around Herkath's body, and the next moment, the fatigue of the sudden awakening was dissipated, and her body and cheeks became extremely comfortable, as if she had just experienced an all-encompassing bath and skincare.

This is better than the cleansing techniques of the official mages.

Then the pointed wizard hat, socks, and small leather shoes all flew over and appeared in their rightful places.

... But Herkath was still wearing pyjamas under her magic robe.

She gave Sacidis a slightly embarrassed look.

Satchidis smiled, as if reading something in her eyes.

"I'll wait for you at the door."

The door did not open, but the figure of the young man has disappeared.

"Don't look!

Heckath hastily took off her shoes, changed into a lined coat and a little skirt, and then put the magic robe back on herself. Finally, he ran to the mirror and took a look.

'Very well, Heckath. Now we can begin.'

As soon as she took care of herself, the beautiful voice of a teenager sounded behind her.

There was no reflection of him in the mirror. Heckath turned her head and saw Thachidis standing on the roof, hanging upside down and smiling at her. His long, soft black hair fell neatly around his shoulders, seemingly unaffected by gravity.

Heckath was taken aback, but then realized that this reversal of gravity could be achieved with a simple spell. Not to mention a god.

After coming to this world, Heckath had a certain understanding of the creation myth from the books she usually read. After completing the great work of creation, God fell into a long sleep. But 70 years ago, He suddenly awoke from his dreams and banished the gods to the human realm.

But what about the most High God, who is said to have never answered the prayers of believers, now urging her to pray?

Heckath couldn't figure out why, so she gave up thinking for a while.

The young girl smiled sweetly at the young man who was hanging over her head, then folded her hands over her heart, and with a serious expression she recited the "prayer" that Thachidis had thrown into her mind the day before yesterday:

"The Creator who awakens in chaos,

You are the reason of all things and the source of chaos;

You are the Lord of the gods and the Father of authority.

Pray to thee, great Thachidis,

May you guide..."

After reciting the slightly middle two lines fifty times, Heckath also lost the ability to tell whether it was middle two, just as copying a word repeatedly in a previous life would result in not recognizing the word.

When she had read her last prayer, Satchidis jumped from the roof with satisfaction and landed beside her.

The boy held out a friendly hand to her:

"Let's have breakfast."

It was clearly a friendly gesture, but Thachidis looked at Heckath with a subtle, slightly human eye.

Among the distant stars, where black-winged angels sing around, bones and roses surround the solemn throne of God.

The inhumanely black robes fell between the hollow eyes of the bones, the flowing folds of the clothes stretched upward, and the arms that rested on the pedestal ended in bony fingers, and a ring of thorns was placed on the long knuckles.

An illusory, rippling fulcrum supported the elbow wrapped in the black robe, and following the flowing line, there were long, slender fingers propped on the lower jaw, with a ring of blood on the knuckles deep into the visible bone.

The line of the jaw was perfectly symmetrical, the black hair of the ear fell on each side of the cheek, the thin, bloodless lips had a pleasant arc, and the nose was straight and impeccably lined, with a few strands of black hair curled over the bridge of the nose, half obscuring the high brow bone.

However, contrary to the smile of the lips, the deep eye socket, Zhanbi eyes like lifeless gems, cold looking down at the two figures of the world.

Satchidis's propped hand suddenly dropped, and his tilted head returned to its upright position. It makes him more like a solemn god.

Under the indifferent green eyes, the blonde girl actually boldly wrapped the palm of the avatar in the palm, pulling him scampering forward.

The young man's palm is delicate and cold, like a piece of warm jade.

Herkath was always active in eating, and when she came out of the apartment where she lived, she took Sachidis and went to the "food court" of Plutara.

It's rare to get up so early. There's still some time before class begins. Hercules is a little tired of standing in line at the college cafeteria.

Thachidis obediently followed her, the girl's blond hair, swept up in the breeze of the fast walk, fluttered across his chest, and a few strands even floated down to his jaw.

Thachidis's face remained the same, but his speed increased immeasurably, and he soon overtook Heckath.

Now it's him pulling the girl along again.

Heckath glanced sideways forward.

"God, you're going too fast." She can barely keep up.

Satchidis suddenly stopped.

Heckath bumped her head against the boy's shoulder.

"Hiss..." She gasped and pressed her other hand to her forehead. "Why did you