"That must've just been my imagination."
Holy Emperor Luminis froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head.
After all, that was Goddess Sylvia. The idea that she'd be gazing at Timothy with such a tender, affectionate look? No way. Impossible.
'It must've been a trick of the eyes! Yeah, that's it!'
Sure enough, when he looked back at Sylvia again, all he could see was her cold, proud figure from behind. Holy Emperor Luminis felt a wave of relief wash over him.
'Anyone who mocks someone for being a virgin is probably a virgin themselves! Just wait, Timothy. If I get the chance inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred, I'll expose you for sure!'
At that moment, the golden lock had already been broken. As Sylvia stepped into the Sepulcher of the Sacred, the crowd of practitioners followed closely behind, surging into the sacred tomb.
In the sky, Holy Maiden Aeliana's golden carriage drifted by, leaving a faint echo in its wake.
