"God's Messenger?"

It was not until the morning when Robin learned that the girl he met in the back garden early in the morning was Yitnell's messenger.

That is, the master of the temple—

【Kalista Pandragorn】

He almost cut his finger with one knife because he was too surprised.

And his elbow almost slammed the milk tea cup beside him.

Fortunately, Kaiyi helped him catch it in time, so this did not cause too embarrassment or disobedience.

but……

Robin looked at the lady sitting opposite the long table from the corner of his eye while cutting the hard bread from the silver dining plate.

The God Messenger looked calm and sipped the milk tea in the golden tea cup gracefully, then put it aside and gently picked up the knife and fork.

From her appearance and figure, no matter how she looks, she is just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old?

If anyone else had changed, he would not have associated the girl in front of him with the master of the temple.

Because what King Olivia said before was led to be raised by the God Envoy, Robin felt that this God Envoy should be in his seventies or eighties at least.

Gray hair, wrinkled face, rickety, sickly...

These are Robin's previous imaginations about the messenger.

The supreme master of the girl in front of him obviously does not meet these characteristics.

Oh, except for a silver hair.

Moreover, Robin could see that the silver color was long hair with a noble luster, like the image of a woman in his dream.

It is not the age of whiteness that appears after the pigment deteriorates due to age.

However, when he thought of Weiwen, he suddenly felt relieved.

If I remember correctly, when he raised the thunder hammer and smashed Weiwen's flowing coat, she did reveal a young and tight face.

Robin will never forget that scene in his life.

Similarly, I'm afraid he can't forget what happened this morning-

The young god lies in his arms...

Robin shook his head and dispelled some unclean thoughts.

If the God Messenger himself has any special power, eternal youth seems to be a common thing for people like them.

A scene flashed in his mind when the God Envoy made the flowers bloom...

Robin was not sure if it was magic or something, nor was he clear whether it meant that he could inherit the ability to last forever when he became a messenger...

Robin lowered his head and sipped his milk tea, then licked his lips with his tongue.

His eyes fell on Carista's wheelchair.

It was at this moment that he suddenly understood why the stairs on both sides had to add a gentle slope and continuous handrail grip.

Everything is for this God Messenger.

However, he didn't know very well whether Carlista was born with a disability or was forced to sit in a wheelchair the day after tomorrow.

"Brother, you are so lustful, you always stare at people's lower body." Rowling's careful and downed excitement sound came from next to him.

"Hey. Isn't it as good as you think?"

...

On the long dining table, six people were eating quietly.

Robin, Rowling, Kay, Carista, Arsay.

And Anne.

This conscientious temple steward, the former priest, sat in the left hand of the messenger after preparing tableware and food for everyone and filling them with milk tea.

There seems to be no difference in identity between master and servant.

Robin was not sure whether it was because she had served as the chief priest, or if there was no clear upper and lower boundaries here.

He remembered what he saw last night, and Luba raised an arrow and shot Arsay.

It is also difficult to explain clearly, is it because there is no identity difference or because the relationship is too intimate.

In theory, Arsé's status should be very high.

Lu Ba's behavior towards her was obviously an act of overcoming her status.

...

Robin shook his head and did not continue to pursue the matter.

He quietly enjoyed today's breakfast.

Speaking of which, except for the hard bread and the milk tea are too sweet, it can be said to be delicious.

The hall was empty.

Only the intermittent sound of knife and fork colliding with the dining plate sounded.

The temple's number is surprisingly small.

Robin hasn't met a few people since last night.

The huge palaces and dense rooms are all empty.

There is inevitably some suspicion of waste.

Perhaps it is because people who can appear in the temple and sit here to eat have important or special identities.

That's all I can explain.

Arsey was reinstated because he came to work this morning—

She has always been a personal bodyguard for the messenger of God, and she never left her steps.

And they have not yet obtained more clear arrangements.

Kay and Rowling are just guests.

And he, Robin, as the chosen one, didn't know what to do in the future.

...

"You should feel lucky." The God-Emeng swallowed a piece of bread, then took a sip of milk tea, lowered his eyes and opened his mouth lightly.

Robin looked up and looked at the other person in confusion.

"This morning, Big Alce came to change defense." Carista calmly and gracefully cut the bread from the plate without raising her head, so that Robin wondered if she was talking to herself.

"Otherwise, you would have been dismissed by Little Alsey for such a rash behavior?"

"..." Robin had a black line.

But he immediately understood what Carlista meant.

No matter what, the person in front of him who looks even more girlish than a girl is the master of the temple, and there is no way there is no guard around him.

Running over as recklessly as Robin, and even... picked her up...

If it were someone else outside of Great Alsey, if he didn't know Robin's identity, he would definitely think that he posed a threat to the envoy.

It seems that it is relatively light to remove all the pieces.

It seems that he has escaped a disaster...

"However, this kind of meeting is good." Carista finished her food, licked her fingers and chuckled softly.

A smile is enough to melt the whole world.

But it also has an indescribable sense of coldness.

Robin couldn't help but stayed for a second.

"At least." Carista raised her eyes after saying the words behind her, and a sweet smile appeared in her silver pupils, "Impressive, Robin."

"..." Robin didn't know what to say except for a embarrassed and polite smile.

"So, what happened this morning?" Anne looked at them curiously.

It's like the head of a family asking naughty children.

God smiled but said nothing.

Robin didn't dare to speak either.

So Anne turned her gaze to Arsay.

At least this loyal guard should know something.

After all, she was always guarding Kalista.
To be continued...