Don't confiscate my citizenship

The clock on the clock tower on one side of the Temple Square was just past three o'clock.

The slightly hot afternoon sun in the summer of Ikerite made the ancient gray slate floor reflect a glow. Under the protection of the statue of the god, there were several huge oak trees growing around the square. Their lush branches and leaves provided light for the sides of the square. A cool and comfortable place.

The door of the temple is half open, and the carved doorposts are covered with spreading green vines, as if witnesses of history are quietly guarding this holy place.

Although the two people under the big tree did not need too many words, the previous hug was enough to express their years of longing and the joy of reunion.

But once the conversation started, it seemed like it couldn't stop.

From interesting anecdotes from the past to recent developments, accompanied by Loren's telling and Florence's chuckle.

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

[Pay attention to the time. 】

The voice of the love instructor came.

...

When Loren heard this, he suddenly realized something as if he was waking up from a dream.

Florence, I have to go back to the temple. Artemis has called me several times!

Loren said with some apology.

Although he still wanted to continue chatting with his best friend, he no longer had time.

Oh, go ahead.

Florence smiled understandingly and shook her hand.

She already knew that Loren was very busy lately.

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

Be careful not to be too tired, and if you feel you want to talk to someone, you can contact me at any time. No matter how you feel, I will be your partner.

Florence added kindly.

Florence...

Loren looked at Florence, his eyes full of emotion,

If I could, I wish I could stay with you every day. You are really my soul friend.

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

Is this so...

Florence lowered her eyebrows and looked away.

Loren was stunned by her reaction and looked at her in confusion.

As if feeling Loren's gaze, Florence raised her head again, grinned and patted Loren's shoulder, as if urging him to leave.

Go to work, come on!

Florence said.

Um.

Loren nodded, said goodbye to Florence, and headed towards the Temple of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny located beside the moat.

In less than a moment, as his figure flashed several times, this ethereal palace, which had been forged by thousands of years of faith, appeared before his eyes.

In the hinterland of the northern district of Icerite, beside a clear river surrounded by woods, stands a magnificent temple. It is also the base of the church where Loren often visits in addition to Icerite Academy.

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

When I said goodbye to Florence, I went to work, and when I said goodbye to Artemis, I went to rest, without any lies.

His steps passed through the palace gate.

When the hot natural light shines on the white relief from the window lattice, the images of gods in various shapes seem to flicker, giving him the illusion that they are performing ancient legends.

Instructor, is there still enough time?

Loren felt that the light was a bit dazzling, maybe he was a little guilty, he concentrated again, walked towards the inside of the temple, and asked.

[Time is no problem. 】

Then what's the problem?

Loren asked nervously.

From what the instructor meant, there might be something left unsaid.

[Do you still remember what you promised Florence, When you are not busy next time, we will be together again? 】

Um.

[Do you think this is a date agreement? 】

No, it doesn't matter. It's normal to hang out with good friends.

[It’s okay, try your best next time. 】

The love instructor's self-talk seemed to have a sense of mission, but he also seemed to have something he couldn't say.

What's the meaning?

Although Loren trusted the love instructor, he still couldn't help feeling panicked.

Could it be that I made some omissions but didn't realize it?

Just like studying, if you make a mistake but don't know where you went wrong, it will be difficult to improve and make progress.

[Nothing, you are very talented, even beyond my imagination. The seemingly simple normal attacks actually all have armor piercing and critical hits. You can just follow your own feelings. Follow me and learn them all, but it may be delayed. Your own talents. 】

[I will help you settle everything, so you can go on a date with peace of mind. Unless something happens to me one day, I guarantee that nothing will happen to you. 】

The love instructor is full of firm assurances.

Instructor...

Loren said movedly to the other end of the communication.

He passed through the solemn and quiet space deep in the temple. Pure white stone pillars stood majestically in the hall. The further inside he walked, the clearer his own footsteps became.

When Loren came to the huge door of the temple's confidential room, he seemed to be standing on the threshold of another world.

He knocked lightly on the door made of pure white jade and deep gray stone.

please.

What came from the door was a soft voice like the first frost in winter.

Loren pushed open the heavy stone door. What he saw in front of him was an office with a towering ceiling like a cathedral. The white brick grooves on the surrounding walls were filled with classics from the Church of Destiny.

In the meeting area in the center of the church, a woman with silver hair and silver eyes sat quietly on the sofa. Even at noon, her figure was as pure and flawless as an elf under the moonlight.

If she wasn't still breathing, it would be difficult to prove whether she was a living creature or a work of art.

Sorry, I went to rest this morning. I'm really sorry for not replying to your message.

Loren bowed and apologized to the Ice Witch.

The Chosen Saint Artemis is a half-demon and does not have demonic horns. The only demonic feature is her slightly pointed ears.

She is more like a flawless snow elf than the devil people call her.

Although there is only inviolable arrogance and indifference in her eyes, which almost isolates all living beings from a distance, there is also a touch of kindness hidden under that appearance.

Loren saw that the Ice Witch was not busy working at this time, and there was a cup of steaming tea on the table. His anxious heart calmed down a little. At least the Ice Witch didn't come to him for a work emergency today.

How does it feel to hold Florence?

The ice witch's cold voice sounded in front of Loren.

He raised his head and found that the Ice and Snow Witch had stood up from the sofa. He met the Ice and Snow Witch's gaze with a kind of disgust that was difficult to hide.

Loren instantly felt a chill running down his spine.

wrong.

What was wrong with him holding Florence.

Could it be that this kind of behavior of boys seems strange to the Ice Witch?

It feels good.

Loren replied confidently.

...

The Ice Witch's eyes suddenly became more complicated.

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