You are all my wings!

A glint flashed in Margaret's eyes, as if she were activating some kind of detection magic.

After a moment, she murmured:

"So that's how it is. It really is the work of the God of Life. With such a powerful backer, no wonder they are so bold."

Lyon's heart stirred slightly, and he continued to extract the 'truth within the false'.

This time, he only collected 5 portions.

Hmm? Is it because the lie contains too much truth, or is her belief just an act?

Based on his con artist instincts, Leon judged that Margaret was probably not impersonating him.

In other words, could the Forest Apostles also be incarnations of the God of Life or something similar?

Or is it that the source of this Life Seal is indeed the God of Life, but it was given to him through the hands of the Forest Apostle?

While pondering, Leon asked, "Then, my lord, could you explain your purpose in keeping an eye on both Orpheus and Rita at the same time?"

Margaret regained her composure and said calmly, "Why should I tell you?"

Leon chuckled and shook his head: "That's true. If you just said it casually, you wouldn't have been able to pretend for so long."

"It's good to know."

Margaret pondered for a moment and said, "Astalia, the goddess, is certainly aware of what I am about, but I'm not sure how much she knows about me."

Ok?

What does she mean by saying that out of the blue?

To state a position? To indicate a preliminary stance?

Lyon's heart skipped a beat: "You want me to keep this a secret? Even though you believe the goddess Astalia has already noticed something about you?"

“Yes, it’s her business if she finds out, but I don’t want you to let it slip, understand? Otherwise, you know the consequences.”

Margaret's almond-shaped, round, golden eyes revealed a threatening glint.

What are the consequences?

"Even if you possess the power of immortality, you are still bound to experience pain. I have a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead from the pain."

Margaret's small face suddenly turned fierce, as if she was no longer pretending.

Lyon was somewhat surprised; why did this guy suddenly become so sexy when he was being fierce?

Margaret's features were originally cute and energetic, with a bit of baby fat on her cheeks. Combined with her loli-like body and the occasional deliberately cold expression, she was cute with a touch of coldness, and had less of a sense of holiness.

The fierce look she was giving now seemed more like a provocation to Leon, reminding him of Maggie Lu when they first met.

Of course, Lyon knew that the purpose of this deity was still unclear, and he couldn't let his guard down immediately.

So he calmly smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut. In fact, even without me saying it, the gods have already heard it, don't you agree?"

"Lord God?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Margaret's eyes.

This tone doesn't sound like he's calling himself!

At this very moment—

"You're quite clever; how did you know I was listening to your telepathic communication?"

Astalia's voice, which sounded slightly indifferent compared to her usual tone, reached their ears.

It was as ethereal as ever, but with a touch more chilling coldness.

The person had not arrived, but their voice could be heard from afar.

Lyon wondered, why did he feel that Astalia was somewhat dissatisfied with him?

Is it because of Camille's affair with him?

"Because the gods will definitely be monitoring my every move, after all, I am the chief planner and commander of this operation, aren't I?"

Lyon laughed.

"Ah."

Upon hearing Astalia's voice, Margaret was initially startled, but then regained her composure.

She said:

“I never expected to speak to you in this kind of setting, Astalia. I thought you would continue to ignore me for a while.”

"I didn't want to expose you, but since Leon has already figured you out, I can't keep up the act."

Astalia's voice returned to its usual gentle tone.

Margaret: "So, what do you want to tell me by showing up here today?"

"Continue to play your role as the First Saintess well, and remain calm and secure until Britta takes over. Don't keep an eye on her anymore, understand?"

Astalia said.

“That won’t do. I’ve been watching her for over a decade. I can’t back out now.”

Margaret's golden eyes shimmered with a golden light, as if searching for something in the void.

"No need to look anymore, I'll be waiting in the church basement."

"You're very cautious."

"No, I'm not being cautious; I'm just not concerned about your strength."

Astalia smiled:

"You are at the peak of the tenth rank, or even my senior, a guy who became a god in the middle of the Flood Tide Era, right? But unfortunately, I have recovered most of my strength. A mere tenth rank is something I can crush with a single finger."

Margaret's expression hardened: "You're an eleventh-tier deity?"

"Guess whatever you want. If you have any observational skills, you should be able to see that you are no match for me."

Astalia's gentle voice suddenly became incredibly domineering:

"If you don't want me to cut off a fraction of your lifespan, then obediently do as I say, continue to fulfill all the duties of the First Saintess, and even assist Britta in ascending to the position, understand?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Margaret's petite figure, which was mixed in with the dense crowd, suddenly stopped, as if bearing an unbearable weight, and her face changed drastically.

"I understand, I will do as instructed."

She gritted her teeth, her delicate face contorted, and had no choice but to answer in this way.

"Hmm, very good, you know what's good for you."

Astalia's voice receded like the tide.

"By the way, I've also protected Ophimaso, so you can't have any designs on her."

After saying those words, she fell silent, seemingly no longer paying attention to the area.

At that moment, Lyon noticed that Margaret's body went limp and she fell to the side.

To prevent the demons from noticing anything amiss, Leon supported her with one hand:

"I already told you, the power of the goddess Astalia far exceeds your imagination."

Margaret's cheeks and forehead were constantly sweating.

She glared at Lyon, her expression unfriendly: "You knew she was there from the beginning, deliberately provoking me, testing me? You think I can't control you just because I can't handle Astalia?"

"No, no, it seems you haven't figured it out yet."

Lyon smiled slightly: "From now on, you and I are on the same side."

"The same side?"

Margaret frowned.

Her eyebrows were slender and crescent-shaped, and when she frowned, they resembled a gentle figure eight, giving her an angry but not menacing look, without any hint of violence.

"Of course, since you have already submitted to the goddess Astalia and agreed to submit to the identity of the First Saintess, aren't we on the same side?"

"Hmph, I only agreed to Astalia's request temporarily. Don't push your luck. I'm not as easy to fool as your woman."

Margaret pulled away from Lyon's arm.

"Your Excellency Margaret, judging from your appearance, you still intend to attack Rita?"

"Leon asked."

"No comment!"

Margaret walked away a few steps in a cold voice.

"Then it seems you haven't grasped Rita's importance in the heart of the goddess Astalia. If something happens to her, your fate will be far more severe than a simple fall."

Lyon offered a reminder.

Upon hearing this, Margaret suddenly seemed to realize something and glared at Lyon: "I understand now. You actually noticed that I was watching Ophimasso before, and today you took this opportunity to have Astalia warn me so that I wouldn't dare to make any rash moves?"

"You finally understand."

Lyon said, "Even if you don't come to me this time, I will most likely find a similar opportunity to borrow the power of the goddess Astalia to warn you."

Margaret remained silent.

"Now that things have come to this, you should be able to explain why you've been keeping a close eye on those two, right?"

Lyon said:

"If your intentions aren't so bad, maybe I can help you?"

This was his strategy of using force first and then diplomacy.

Margaret shook her head: "The demons are almost all gathered. You should go and command the battle, instead of chatting with me here."

"Oh? If that's the case, may I assume you will temporarily obey my commands?"

"Leon asked."

"Ah."

Margaret replied reluctantly.

"Very well, then I'll trouble you to intercept the top-tier demonic prodigy as soon as possible. I've already shared the intelligence with you. If the top-tier demonic prodigy doesn't make a move, just wait, okay?"

"can."

Margaret's eyelids twitched; she had a feeling that Leon was very arrogant at that moment.

"I'm entrusting the top-tier demonic prodigy to you, not so you can kill her, but so you can prevent them from harming innocent people. As for what the top-tier demonic prodigy does, or whether she takes advantage of the opening of the two realms to advance to godhood, you must not stop her, understand?"

Lyon added.

While Margaret was still in disguise, she didn't seem to mind temporarily following Leon's orders.

But after her identity was exposed and she was easily overpowered by Astalia, she felt somewhat aggrieved to be under Leon's command now.

However, Astalia was definitely monitoring her, so she had no choice but to swallow her anger.

"Feeling unhappy?"

Lyon noticed Margaret's emotions.

Normally, her emotions are always somewhat acted out, but at this moment, her unhappiness is real, as if the divine, detached and aloof state of mind has been broken.

Margaret glanced at Lyon sideways but said nothing.

Leon's heart skipped a beat. As a con artist, he immediately realized that this little girl held a grudge against him.

However, it makes sense. A god's scheme, which had been brewing for decades, was thwarted by the power she borrowed from Astalia. It's not surprising that she was upset.

The key is to determine the extent of her emotions and whether they will affect herself, Britta, Ophimasso, and the others.

Thinking of this, Lyon spoke up:

"Don't hold a grudge. I have no problem with you personally. As long as you don't want to harm Ophie and Rita, I won't deliberately expose your identity."

His voice changed, taking on a more earnest tone.

"After all, although I possess the immortal power bestowed upon me by the God of Life, I also know that it has its limits. If I really anger you and you decide to kill me at all costs, I still will not be able to resist you. At that time, I can only hope that the goddess Astalia values ​​my talent and is willing to protect me."

Margaret was taken aback. What did he mean by saying all this to her?

Is it playing oneself, or a genuine expression of emotion?