Carette finally woke up.

Sitting on the bed, she felt sore, especially in her lower ~ body, the discomfort still existed, silently reminding her that she had said goodbye to her young girlhood last night.

As soon as the door opened, Demos walked in, shirtless, with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his black hair was wet.

Kareta habitually pulled up the quilt to cover her chest, but she immediately reacted that this action was simply superfluous.

Last night, she had completely dedicated herself to the handsome man who had just come out of the bath in front of her, and he had seen everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, and there was really no need to hide it.

"Woke up, did you sleep well?"

Seeing this unnatural move of Carette, Demos smiled and greeted her.

"Hmm...... Very good......"

Carreta still blushed all over her face, glanced at Demos's muscular pectoral muscles and quickly withdrew, looking down slightly at the corners of the quilt, a pair of startled eyes that didn't know where to fall.

"Lunch will be delivered right away. What do we do before eating?"

He asked as he walked to the window.

"Whatever......"

Kareta didn't think much of it either.

Except for his close guard Noah, I'm afraid no one knows Demos's daily habits. Maybe he's used to watching TV or listening to music before eating? Or maybe he's going to take a walk around the outdoor pool on the second floor?

Kareta was guessing, but she didn't notice that the corners of Demos's mouth suddenly raised, revealing an evil smile.

He had wanted to open the curtains and listen to Carette's embarrassed reply, when his outstretched hands towards the window suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Whatever, okay, then I'll have the final say!"

As soon as he turned to stare at her, he ripped off the towel wrapped around his waist......

For the next three days, Ridmos and Carette stayed behind closed doors, enjoying their world as a couple in a luxurious villa.

In addition to taking advantage of the convenience of the human information age, tapping the computer keyboard with their fingers and clicking on the Bluetooth mouse for online shopping, they only reduced the distance between their bodies to zero for the rest of the time, hugging each other like two bubbles in boiling water, tumbling up and down.

Carette's physical discomfort has disappeared, and gradually she has become accustomed to this unique form of expression of "love" between men and women.

Especially at the last moment, when the feeling of being a little ashamed but wanting to stop rushing over her body like a rising tide, she will enjoy it in great resistance as if she had accepted death......

At that time, she really felt that she had unloaded all her worries and sorrows and entered the real heaven......

Demos thought of one thing, so on the fourth day, he settled Kareta in the villa and left alone, opening the dimensional space-time portal and entering the alien dimension.

Caressing by the damp tide and cold wind of the fiery dimension, he stepped into the void and slowly got closer and closer to the Dark Temple. Outside the gate of the majestic hall and inside the temple, flickering candles were burning, and in the dark dimensional space, these mottled lights were especially faint, making the temple's original majestic face look so strange and gloomy.

Demos felt like he had been away for a long time, otherwise how could he be more and more obsessed with the glitz and bustle of the world, and no longer adapt to the withering and desolation in front of him?

When he thought of the goddess who was in it at this time, even after being reborn, he resolutely sprinkled his youth in this barren space, guarding this temple that had long been forgotten by the gods, and Demoston felt miserable.

Outside the gate, the guards bowed respectfully when they saw Demos returning. In each of them, Demos saw a kind of brilliance that was not found in this dark space, and not even a candle could illuminate it.

It was the North Star that the traveler saw in the lost night, the North Star that showed the way, and the hope that appeared on the depressed countenance.

Demos, the god of darkness, the ruler of the Dark Clan, he is the North Star who shows them the way, he is their hope-

Looking at them, Demos could no longer put on a little bit of a king's stand, and while the look on their faces became brighter and brighter, the light in his eyes was disappearing.

It felt like a pain in my heart—

He felt that he had failed them in the end-

He didn't stop walking until he reached a dormitory, slowing down and walking straight towards the door.

All the furnishings in the palace have not changed, but the atmosphere in the palace has changed, and it will no longer be majestic in the past.

Demos ordered the maids to retreat, leaving only him and the silhouette of the soft couch in front of him in the palace.

"Why are you here?"

The curved silhouette on the couch flickered in the dim light of the candle flame flickered, and Cali asked him hoarsely.

"I'll come back to see your ......"

He replied slowly, his eyes looking at the shadow as he unfolded tiredly, reproducing a bright red color in the candlelight.

However, her face was green, and it looked even more morbid against the candle red and the color of her dress.

It had been a few days since Cali had been injured in the waters of Boraka, and it stands to reason that with her precedent, her internal injuries should have healed in the morning, but now it seems that her internal injuries have healed, but her heart has not healed.

Cali lay on his side on the soft couch and let out a sneer, and many echoes echoed in the empty palace at once, and the sound of one after another sounded very harsh.

After all the voices fell, she rolled her eyes and glared at him, and said in a cold voice:

"I heard that the king has been in retreat since the golden house was hidden, and he is accompanied by beautiful women day and night. Why are you willing to come back today?"

"You're sending someone to spy on me?"

Demos picked up the hint in Cali's sarcastic rhetoric, and asked rhetorically in a low syllable.

He was the most relieved to act with Noah, and the child had always been aware of what to say and not to say. If you want to be suspicious, you can only associate it with the people of Cali.

Cali was unimpressed by the piercing gaze of Demos pressing towards her, and still went his own way:

"I can't help it, I have to do this for the sake of the future of the Dark Clan. The gem has just appeared, and the woman Kareta immediately ran to your side to give you a hug, there are too many coincidences in this, I have to doubt it!"

"I don't care about anything else! What I care about is that the woman I've always wanted is now completely mine!"

After Demos said this, he stopped.

He was extremely reluctant to fight with Cali at this time, especially when he was faced with her unusually weak body, and had to bear the almost irrefutable and irrefutable attitude of her every word, and the incongruous contrast between his body and his demeanor made Demos feel sad.

There's nothing wrong with Cali, she's just too much like him, so stubborn, so persistent, Demos thought to himself.

The difference is that she puts all her stubbornness and willfulness on the side of the Dark Clan. And herself, she is exactly the opposite of her, and she has given all her stubbornness and persistence to Karete!

In fact, Cali and him are both the same willful!

The sharp gaze became softer and softer, and Demos let out a long breath, paused, and added:

"I'm coming back to tell you that I'm going to marry her!

Cali hung his head.

A cold gust of wind swept into the temple, blowing through the open door of her chamber and sweeping through her and Demos's bodies.

Demos was dressed in a crisp suit, and his open black coat shook once or twice in the wind, making a "horn" sound.

But Cali shivered as the cold wind passed her, as if her sick body could not withstand a gust of wind. The long, wavy hair that has lost its luster is more like a dry melon pulp without moisture, swaying back and forth in the air with the rhythm of the wind.

Quietly listening to what Demos had said, she tried her best to hide her anger, and replied in a weak voice:

"Yes, you are my king, and since you have decided, come back and tell me what to do......

"I really regard you as my kindred, so I came back to tell you. ”

Demos explained calmly, fully recognizing the reluctance and anger in Cali's words.

"When you abandoned the Dark Clan and indulged in lust in the human world, did you ever think of me-"

Cali couldn't hold back his anger after all, and interpreted the barrage of complaints into hysterical shouting.

Demos just watched in silence as she tossed and yelled enough.

Maybe he was sorry for her, so he simply let her do it.

He would not be angry at Cali's disobedience, his black eyes were like a silent old pool, and the wind blew through the clear water, never stirring up a wave on the tranquil water.

"Don't say it so ugly, all the things of God's generation, your great kindness to me, I will never forget ......"

"I don't want you—I don't want you to always think of God—I don't want you to remember me out of gratitude—"

Cali didn't give up, and suddenly yelled even more frantically, as if there was something in the words.

Then, she stared at Demos intently, her eyes extremely sad.

Demos frowned at this moment, glanced at her expression, and sighed worriedly.

"So, I'll go back, and I'll come back to see you after I'm done with the affairs of the human world. ”

The moment he turned, Cali jumped up from the soft couch, and a fire lotus immediately appeared on the cold stone floor, and her red dress immediately appeared.

She threw herself on Demos's broad back, her arms wrapped tightly around him, not wanting him to get out easily.

For the first time, her voice trembled and cried the moment she opened her mouth:

"Are you going to leave again? Do you want me to wait again?Demos, I've always put the Dark Clan first, you first, and I don't mind if you are devoted to Karet...... Can you be merciful to me, stay tonight, and stay at the end...... Don't give me any more hopeless waits...... Let me truly know that all my efforts to you are worth it......"

Demos frowned.

Cali leaned close to his back, barely oblivious to the expression on his face that was stronger and stronger than her grievances and her sorrow.

He understands her, she has been so strong since ancient times, and she will never easily show the slightest true emotion in her heart to anyone, let alone this kind of earnest childlike love.

Now, she is willing to express to him, putting aside all her dignity and image, and making a lot of noise to reveal it to him in full-

She had been cornered by him.

Being in a desperate situation, there is absolutely no way back, and I just want to seize the moment of last hope as much as I can, and I don't need to retain any image or self-esteem at all!

Demos pressed his eyelids together and reached out to take Cali's two handcuffed hands, using the warmth of his palms to dispel the cold on her back.

"You have to take good care of yourself, -sister-sister!"

He uttered the sentence clearly and slowly, but when he uttered the last word, he used a heavier and heavier tone, deliberately trying to highlight its special appellation.

His hands were forced to spread apart at this moment, and he was freed from Kali's restraints, and without a moment of hesitation, he strode out of the hall.

Cali fell to the dust.

Silently watched as Demos left decisively, and after a dull pain in her chest, two warm springs welled up in her eyes.

"Lang's heart is like iron...... Lang's heart is like an iron ......"

She muttered, stroked her face with her hand, and held the moist spring water from her fingers in front of her eyes.

From the beginning of the god generation~ until today, this is the first time that Cali has met the tears in his eyes.

These are tears? Hehe, my tears...... Tears of the Goddess of Blood......

Looking at and thinking about it, Cali felt a dark tide surging in his heart, and he couldn't help but sneer sadly.

In the candlelight, her figure pulled a long black line on the wall of the ancient and dark temple, extremely lonely, extremely desolate......