After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

"...What's the meaning?"

The gentle deity shrugged and gestured with his hand, making a very vivid analogy:

"Just like you wouldn't want Teresa to serve you with her breasts if her boobs weren't big enough—after all, if your first love was Miss Finn, would you really have that kind of thought? Probably not?"

"...Although your analogy is so vivid that I can't refute it, shall I apologize to Fen anyway? She'll be angry, you know?"

"hehe."

Lalumia smiled, seemingly sincerely apologizing to King Finn who was unaware of what had happened. The gentle deity patted Yang Hao on the shoulder, indicating that he should sit down and rest for a while.

She helped Yang Hao examine the various information on the blackboard. After noticing the data on the number of "believers" of the God of Light, she erased the row of inaccurate estimates with the blackboard eraser and filled in a precise number.

It's about 90 people.

Lalumia said that these 90 people were the last believers who could provide the God of Light with the power of faith—not all believers could provide divine power to the gods. What they needed were truly devout believers, not just those who paid lip service, although in a sense, Yang Hao didn't need that many people to deal with.

"Moreover, dealing with believers doesn't necessarily mean killing them—whether their faith has collapsed, they may feign conversion, or they may simply become abelievers. We have plenty of ways to make the gods sever their faith... there's absolutely no need to go to such extremes."

Standing behind Yang Hao, Guangming Lu stroked his forehead and then pressed his head against Yang Hao's head, offering yet another suggestion.

"And although the countdown to the God of Light becoming a [Conceptual God] is almost over—to put it bluntly, the [imminent] moment for a god is different from the [imminent] moment for humans. For humans, it might still be a year or two, so child, you really don't need to be so anxious, okay? Let's make sure things are stable first."

Everything should proceed slowly and steadily, shouldn't it?

Yang Hao disagreed with her words.

After all, when racing against others, the worst thing you can do is stop and rest halfway.

To prevent his country from ultimately suffering misfortune, Yang Hao always felt that [speeding up the pace] was the best course of action...

But Lalumia doesn't seem to think so.

She stroked Yang Hao's forehead, making him feel a wave of drowsy fatigue wash over him once again.

Sure enough, this woman was using her power to let me rest well—the man sighed, and in the next moment, accompanied by a maternal embrace, he once again lowered his head in the gentle embrace without any defenses.

Looking at the sleeping man in her arms, Lalumia shook her head and sighed, saying, "This can't go on."

"Teresa needs to learn from this... Sigh, I finally understand how difficult it is to have a child at home who only knows how to work hard and never rests."

She patted Yang Hao's cheek, who was fast asleep, with a hint of annoyance. She then summoned a blanket woven with divine power and covered him with it. The benevolent deity stood behind him, quietly waiting for the moment he would awaken.

Chapter Two: Light, What Are You Doing—and the Incorporation of Eden - 8K

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at the same time.

After concluding her lengthy talks with Elena, and following royal protocol, she was granted permission to stay temporarily—

While having her maids take Elena to her room, Teresa, exhausted, left the meeting room with Finn and walked back to their room.

She was truly exhausted. Only after taking on the work that originally belonged to Yang Hao did this still immature Bassarissa suddenly realize that she was indeed still that little nun who couldn't work independently without Yang Hao...

It's like how to put it? The difference between "methodical assembly line work" and "mentally demanding design work"... The former, which was Theresa's original job, at most required physical effort.

But the latter, which is Yang Hao's job—good heavens, negotiating with cunning old foxes like Nia and Elena, and during negotiations, he needs to be careful about the hidden meanings of every word, so as to avoid any word causing the country to pay a higher price in the future, and therefore he needs to be extra careful to ensure that the contents of every treaty are true...

Negotiations with the Black Dragon were already enough to give Theresa a headache. But unexpectedly, Elena persisted, stubbornly dragging things out...

This dual pressure, both mental and physical, completely broke Teresa. She deeply realized the source of Yang Hao's exhaustion, and Finn felt the same way:

"Elena is the toughest opponent we've ever faced at the negotiating table... If she really wanted to be ruthless in negotiations, she could easily spend two whole months with us on the same issue..."

"But isn't efficiency a priority for her?!"

"Pursuing efficiency doesn't conflict with using any means necessary to achieve a goal—besides, Theresa, you should have sensed it... Elena, she's developed feelings for our man that go beyond friendship..."

At this point, Finn sighed heavily. And Theresa, supported by Finn, also sighed with distress.

Elena, a synthetic doll from the Land of Eden, a being born from machinery and supposedly highly rational—yet during negotiations, she was repeatedly nearly overtaken by her "emotions."

This not only struck Teresa and Finn as odd, but more importantly, even Elena herself found it somewhat strange...

...

Perhaps she didn't realize what the sudden emotional fluctuations she experienced whenever she mentioned Yang Hao meant.

But for Teresa and Finn, now married, it was the most beautiful yet bittersweet emotion they had ever experienced. A feeling called "love"...

A bittersweet emotion, born from the joys and sorrows of life—but the problem is, Elena firmly believes it's just "normal friendship" between a man and a woman...

Normal friendship?

Humph...

If this kind of feeling is called normal, then doesn't that mean that the relationship between Teresa and Yang Hao can at most be called "good friends"?

Or perhaps Elena is just playing tricks? If he admits it's "friendship," then Elena can tease Yang Hao even more recklessly?

...After much thought, Theresa realized that her mind was truly struggling to keep up with Elena's calculating and rational nature.

On one hand, she had to stop Elena from making advances on her husband, and on the other hand, she had to confirm the important matter of the country's future development plan. For the first time, Theresa shouldered the pressure that originally belonged to Yang Hao. And now, she could boldly and proudly say that she would not be able to do without Yang Hao.

“So you still need to grow, Theresa—if you keep going like this, what if Yang Hao falls ill one day? We can’t exactly make him work while he’s sick, can we?”

Finn's sharp remark sent a shiver down Teresa's spine. After looking around for a while to make sure no maids or guards were following, the young nun sighed with distress, saying that she had certainly considered it... but frankly, she simply wasn't skilled in such work—it's like asking a hairdresser to perform surgery; it's not a hairdresser's job, no matter how hard they try, they can't do it well...

So after thinking it over, if Yang Hao's life becomes more regular and stable, and he doesn't get sick from overwork, then he can continue to work in his position without any worries.

Theresa's brain reached this conclusion in an instant—but the next moment, her action of slapping her cheeks with a loud cracking sound not only startled Finn, but also brought the little nun back to her senses amidst the burning pain.

After casting a healing spell on herself to relieve the pain and itching on her face, Theresa ignored Finn's strange question, "What are you doing?" and lowered her head listlessly.

When asked if Yang Hao was truly willing to let her lead a team underground to assist the Bayrzans in fighting the demons, Theresa said that if she became Baselissa, she would never be able to love him purely again.

Now... she admits that her anxieties from back then have become a reality.

Now, in order to promote the country's development and make the best use of talented people, I've reached the point where I subconsciously arrange for Yang Hao to work in a way that makes him less tired and allows him to work indefinitely... So what about next time?

If I don't find a way to stop this trend, perhaps one day I will also feel at ease thinking that Yang Hao is my possession, a tool that I can use at will, instead of treating him as my lover.

This was a dangerous sign... but fortunately, Theresa's constant attention allowed her to spot the signal early on and prepare herself mentally for it.

It wasn't just about mental preparation; she also needed to erase the sense of entitlement that had grown within her... but all of this still required Yang Hao's help...

Just as Yang Hao could only relax when she was around, Teresa could only muster her courage when Yang Hao was by her side...

(I should hurry back...) she muttered to herself. (If I go back soon... I can have a proper talk with him... and then everything should be fine, right?)

The young nun had already planned out the couple's intimate moments—after all, today was Yang Hao's day off, so it would be perfectly natural for them to get together and share their anxieties and thoughts with each other, right?

While Theresa was indeed a little unhappy that Finn would intrude on what was supposed to be their private time... well, Finn was her good friend after all.

Thinking this way, the little nun's mood improved—but just as she and Finn turned the corner of the corridor and were about to walk straight toward their bedroom... they inadvertently noticed the presence of [Light] Lalumia, who seemed to be helping Yang Hao walk.

Both Theresa and Finn were stunned for a moment.

After all, the pairing of Lalumia and Yang Hao is truly rare—everyone has seen Yang Hao alone with Theresa, Finn, Naruja, Natalia, and even the Black Dragon Nia and Elena, talking about personal or business matters... but it seems that no one has ever seen Yang Hao alone with Lalumia.

Right now, this is undoubtedly the first case—but why would the god I believe in be having an affair with my man? And why, Lalumia... are you helping my man wander around like this?

At that moment, Theresa, who had been standing frozen at the corner of the corridor, stared wide-eyed. Under the dim light of the corridor in the dead of night, she felt for the first time anguish that the light bulbs produced by Ysgard were so damn bright that she couldn't sneak up and follow them... And just then, Finn keenly noticed something amiss about Yang Hao...

"Leaving aside why Lalumia was taking Yang Hao around like this... was he asleep?"

Finn's somewhat uncertain tone caused Teresa to exclaim "Eh?" in surprise again, while also drawing the attention of the increasingly panicked nun to Yang Hao's current situation.

He wasn't being helped by Lalumia because he was injured or tired.

He was being led around aimlessly by Lalumia because he was asleep... and to avoid waking the man, the benevolent deity didn't even use any divine power, but simply guided him forward gently, little by little...

And the destination we are heading towards.

This looks like their bedroom.

Finn and Theresa exchanged bewildered glances. Watching the deity slowly walk towards their bedroom, they failed to notice the faint smile playing on the deity's profile.

They realized one thing: perhaps in front of Lalumia, neither Elena, nor Nia, nor even Natalia and Naruja were as...threatening as Lalumia.

None of the above-mentioned individuals ever helped the sleeping Yang Hao back to his room, did they?! Not just them! Even we ourselves didn't do that!

Why would Lalumia suddenly do something like this?!

And...and why can you still wear that nonchalant expression?! Treating this like it's perfectly normal?! Damn it, who's really his wife?!

Or are you really doing this because of your overflowing maternal love?!

The two wives were shocked by Lalumia's actions. But to avoid waking the sleeping Yang Hao, they both chose to hide and observe quietly.

Because Lalumia is a conceptual god, neither divine nor magical invisibility works on her.

To avoid being discovered by Lalumia, and also to find out what Lalumia's true intentions were in contacting Yang Hao... Theresa and Finn chose the safer strategy of "observing secretly," quietly following Lalumia from a distance...

They walked and walked, their hearts pounding as they followed Lalumia's trail. They discovered that Lalumia seemed to know how to get back to her room better than they did, and they were horrified to realize that she somehow had a key to their room in her hand.

Watching Lalumia nonchalantly unlock the door with her key, then gently lead Yang Hao into the room and close the door behind her... Theresa and Finn finally couldn't hold back any longer.

One wanted to rush in immediately to see what kind of trick they were planning, while the other put his hands under her armpits and lifted her high up.

"Put me down, Theresa?! Didn't you see she's already taken our man inside?! Yang Hao is unconscious right now, who knows what she might do to him?!"

Finn struggled fiercely in Theresa's arms. A blush flashed across Theresa's face, and she bit her lower lip, but ultimately chose to remain calm.

"Calm down, Fen! Perhaps, perhaps Lalumia really just sees Yang Hao as a mischievous child? Does she look like she's done anything to Yang Hao? Besides, she, she's a deity representing [Light]... how could she do such a thing... huh?"

"You hesitated, didn't you?! You absolutely hesitated, didn't you?! You, as her most devout follower, act like someone who's always foul-mouthed and completely disrespectful to God. What difference would it make if [Light] changed herself a little?! Put me down right now..."

"Ugh..."

As Finn struggled, Theresa reluctantly chose to let go, also to allow the anxious little elf to find out the truth for her.

After returning to Mother Earth's embrace, the elf hurried to the bedroom door. But the petite elf didn't immediately go in; instead, she pressed her pale face against the door, listening intently...

There seemed to be no strange noises coming from inside the door.

The only rustling sound was the blanket being pulled back to its place...

Just as Fen breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly thought she heard a gasp that made her heart leap into her throat, whether it was her imagination or not...

Sha, Sha...

It's like the sound of a wild wolf drooling over a sheep.

The little elf's eyes widened—she could already picture the shameless Lalumia doing whatever he wanted to her husband right now. But just as she was about to angrily burst through the door and shout, "Let me—"