Seeing Sylvia on the verge of tears, looking so pitiful, both Erelyn and Timothy couldn't help but smile. Only then did they stop their conversation.
After all, who would've thought that the mighty Goddess Sylvia could end up looking so helpless?
Especially with her small frame trembling slightly as she leaned against Timothy, her big, watery eyes tinged with red from the tears, making her look even more vulnerable.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Timothy had done something truly unforgivable.
Honestly, the scene did look a bit... questionable.
Erelyn glanced over at Timothy, her deep blue crown tilting slightly as she raised her head, a faint smile still lingering on her face.
She looked like a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, not exactly stunning, but definitely possessing a kind of quiet, elegant beauty.
It was clear that, despite not knowing Timothy for long, Erelyn had a pretty good impression of him.
