The clock tower on the side of the temple square has a clock hand just after three o'clock.

The ancient grey stone slabs were glowed by the warm summer afternoon sun of Ixerita, and under the shelter of the gods, several large oak trees grew around the square, and their lush foliage provided a cool refuge on the side of the square.

The door of the temple is ajar, and the carved doorposts are covered with sprawling green vines, like witnesses of history quietly guarding this holy place.

The two under the big tree, although they didn't need too many words, the previous hug was enough to express their longing for many years and the joy of reunion.

But after the conversation box was opened, it seemed that it couldn't stop.

From the past to the recent, accompanied by Loren's narration and Florence's chuckle.

In the blink of an eye, it seems like this moment is forever.

[Pay attention to the time. 】

The voice of the love instructor came.

“……”

When Loren heard this, he suddenly realized something as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Florence, I need to go back to the temple, Almis has called me several times!"

Loren said with some apologies.

Although he wanted to continue talking to his best friend, he didn't have time now.

"Oh, go ahead."

Florence smiled understandingly and shook his palm.

She already knew that Loren had been busy lately.

And when he saw that Loren was in good condition, he was relieved.

"Be careful not to get too tired, and if you feel like talking to someone, feel free to contact me, no matter how you feel, I'm your partner."

Florence added in a gentle voice.

"Florence ......"

Loren looked at Florence, his eyes full of emotion,

"If I could, I would like to be with you every day, you are really my soul friend."

He reluctantly shook his head, only regretting that he could only spend so much time with his best friend now.

"Is that so......"

Florence lowered her eyebrows and looked away.

Her reaction stunned Loren and looked at her in bewilderment.

As if sensing Loren's gaze, Florence looked up again, grinned and patted Loren on the shoulder, as if urging him to go.

"Let's get busy, come on!"

Florence said.

"Hmm."

Loren bowed his head, said goodbye to Florence, and headed for the temple of the Church of Fate, perched beside the moat.

In less than a moment, with his figure flickering a few times, this ethereal temple forged by thousands of years of faith appeared in front of him.

In the heart of the northern district of Icherita, on the banks of a clear river surrounded by trees, stands a magnificent temple, which is also the base of the church that Loren often visits in addition to the College of Ixerita.

Just follow the instructor's instructions and tell the truth to Florence and Armis.

Farewell to Florence is to go to work, farewell to Almis is to rest, without the slightest lie.

His steps passed through the temple gates.

As the blazing natural light shines through the lattices on the white reliefs, the images of the gods in various forms seem to flicker, giving him the illusion that they are interpreting ancient legends.

"Instructor, is there enough time?"

Loren felt that the light was a little dazzling, perhaps because he was a little weak, he concentrated again, walked towards the inside of the temple, and asked.

[Time is no problem.] 】

"What's wrong with that?"

Loren asked, a little nervously.

Listening to the instructor's meaning, maybe there is still the second half of the sentence that has not been said.

[Remember when you promised Florence the phrase "When you're not busy next time, we'll be together again"? 】

"Hmm."

[Do you think this is a dating agreement?] 】

"No, it's normal to hang out with good brothers."

[It's okay, come on next time.] 】

The love instructor's self-talk seems to have a sense of mission, but it also seems to have something to say.

"What do you mean?"

Although Loren trusted the love instructor very much, he couldn't help but panic in his heart.

Is there something wrong with you that you don't notice?

It's like learning, if you do something wrong but don't know what you're doing wrong, it's hard to get promotion and progress.

[It's nothing, you're very talented, even more than I imagined, the seemingly unpretentious ordinary attacks are actually all armor-piercing and critical hits, you just follow your own feelings, and all of them follow me to learn may delay your own talents.] 】

[I'll help you settle everything, you can rest assured that you can date, unless one day I have an accident myself, otherwise I promise that you won't have an accident. 】

The love instructor is full of firm assurances.

"Instructor ......"

Loren said movingly to the other end of the communication.

He walked through the solemn and quiet space in the depths of the temple, and the pure white stone pillars stood majestically in the main hall, and the further he went, the clearer his own footsteps became.

When Loren came to the giant door of the temple's secret room, it was as if he was standing on the threshold of another world.

He tapped on the door of the pure white jade and the deep gray stone.

"Please."

Inside the door came a soft voice like the first frost of winter.

Loren pushed open the heavy stone door, and before him was an office with a sanctuary ceiling, and the white brick recesses in the walls around it were filled with the books of the Church of the Goddess of Fate.

In the meeting area in the center of the Templar, a silver-haired woman sat quietly on a couch, her figure as pure and flawless as a moonlit elf, even at noon.

If she weren't still breathing, it would be hard to prove if she was a living creature or a work of art.

"I'm sorry, I went off this morning, and I'm really sorry I didn't reply to your message."

Loren bowed to the Ice Witch and apologized.

The Chosen Saint Almis is a half-demon body, without demonic horns, and the only demon characteristic is the slightly pointed ears.

She's more like a white and flawless snow elf than a demon as people call her.

Although there is only inviolable arrogance and indifference in her gaze, almost isolating all beings from the distance, there is also a trace of kindness hidden under that exterior.

Loren saw that the Ice Witch was not busy with work at this time, and there was a cup of steaming tea on the table, and his hanging heart calmed down a little, at least it was not a matter of urgency for the Ice Witch to find him today.

"How does it feel to hug Florence?"

The cold voice of the Ice Witch sounded in front of Loren.

He looked up and saw that the Ice Witch had risen from the couch, and when he met the Ice Witch's gaze, it was a disgust that was hard to hide.

Loren instantly felt a chill down his spine.

Wrong.

He had something wrong with holding Florence.

Could it be that this kind of action of the boy is strange in the eyes of the Ice Witch?

"It feels good."

Loren replied in conviction.

“……”

The Ice Witch's eyes suddenly became more complicated.

Is it her wrong understanding of human beings, or does Loren really think that women can be held casually?

(End of chapter)

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