Who made you not earnestly create the world!

The blond boy was sitting by the French window with a relaxed expression, holding a thick brick book in his hand, the sound of his slender white fingers turning the pages of the book finally broke the dead silence in the room.

Christina, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help speaking out, and said with a half smile, "Phil, you came to me early in the morning just to read a book here? And—"

The corner of her mouth twitched, and Christina rubbed her forehead and said, "Why are there still some damn little stories in ancient legends that those three-year-olds don't believe in!"

The blond boy raised his eyes from the book and looked at the beautiful girl: "This book is quite interesting, isn't it."

Christina shook her head firmly: "I don't think so at all."

The blond boy slightly raised the corners of his lips. He looked coldly at the beautiful courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Under the sunlight, the already gorgeous flowers became even more beautiful.

Truth becomes hearsay, hearsay becomes legend, legend becomes story.

Isn't that interesting enough?

Christina got up from the soft chair. She walked slowly to the blond boy and filled the half-empty cup of tea on the table in front of him. The scenery, beautiful, can also be boring.

"Phil is no longer here, is he? Phil."

After being silent for a while, the blond boy slowly turned his gaze to Christina's face, and said coldly, "It was gone three years ago."

"...Actually, I was mentally prepared when I saw you yesterday." After a long silence, Christina didn't see any grief on her face, and she even smiled faintly, "He is the one who I saw with my own eyes to meet my god." Yes. Besides, you are far behind him."

The blond boy was noncommittal, he quietly looked at the girl beside him, still indifferent.

Christina looked at the calm and indifferent blond boy, and smiled strangely: "When I first saw you, I thought you were a necromancer or a dark mage, but after I found out that you can freely enter and leave the Holy See, I dismissed it." This thought. In fact, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I didn't think of one thing until this morning-I met you, just five years ago."

It was obviously the same body, and it was obviously the same face. When those snow-blue eyes looked over, she, who was only ten years old at the time, knelt down subconsciously, and the panic and fear in her heart almost made her collapse on the spot.

But the next day, when she met Phil, he was still the limp boy with a warm smile like the winter sun.

After that, she never saw those cold snow-blue eyes again—until a few days ago.

Christina couldn't help but look into those snow-blue eyes. She was slightly dazed and fascinated, and unconsciously stretched her right hand towards the blond boy's face...

The blond boy slapped away Christina's hand that was close to his face, and frowned slightly: "Come back to your senses, Christina."

Christina woke up suddenly, she covered her hands, her exquisite and beautiful face was full of distressing grievances, and said delicately: "Phil, you are so annoying, you make me hurt so much."

The corners of the blond boy's eyes twitched, and at the same time, the bushes somewhere in the courtyard shook suddenly, and several branches snapped and snapped, and the bushes trembled for a while before calming down.

The blond boy who can see clearly from the floor-to-ceiling windows: "..." Do you think I am blind?

Christina: "..." You trespass as you please, can you not be so arrogant?At least give me some face.

Christina sincerely said to the blond boy: "For the safety of my life, I won't keep you for dinner. It's easy to go, don't send it away." After finishing speaking, she immediately turned around and disappeared gracefully and quickly in the In front of the blond boy.

Emma scared the old lady to death, the murderous look, the resentment, the hairs on the whole back stood on end.Didn't they hook up for a while, don't they need to be so vicious.

The blond boy: "..."

Rubbing his forehead, the blond boy looked out of the window rather weakly, obviously wanting to be angry, but looking at the pile of bushes that faintly revealed the sound of quarreling, the corners of the blond boy's lips curved slightly involuntarily, and the snow-blue eyes softened down.

Christina returned to her room. She closed the door behind her back and leaned against the door. She slowly slid down until she sat on the ground.

There was a thick fur blanket on the floor, and Christina didn't feel the slightest chill when sitting on the ground with her knees hugged, but her body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Her name is Christina Moses, and she is one of countless princesses in the Moses Empire.

His name is Phil Grace, and he is the neglected young master of the powerful Duke Grace in the Moses Empire.

They met each other when they were five years old, and met at a palace banquet, somewhere in the palace courtyard.

She was bullied by her sisters, so she hid in a corner and cried secretly, and met Phil, who was bullied at the banquet with tears in his eyes and was looking for a corner to hide and cry.

The moment they saw each other, the two tearful children hugged and cried as if they had met their own mothers—even though they didn't know each other at that time.

After crying, Phil wiped away his tears, blinked her red and swollen eyes to her who was still full of resentment, and smiled as brightly and warmly as the sunshine in February, which almost burned her who had never seen any kind smile before. Staring blankly at the strange boy in front of her, she, who had never been looked at with kind eyes before, blushed and became at a loss.

The five-year-old boy laughed and hugged her again, thanking her for crying with him.

That was the first time she was hugged since she had memories, and she realized that human embrace is so warm.

Then, she also smiled at the little boy, it was the first time she smiled so happily.

Since then, every time there was a banquet in the palace, she began to look for Phil.Sometimes she can find and hide with Phil and play together, sometimes she can only hide in the corner by herself and silently watch the extravagance and depravity at the banquet.

Phil, that was the only sunshine in the palace when she was a child.

So when she heard that Phil possessed the Holy Light, she was very happy, so at a certain banquet, she didn't care that Phil was no longer as unnoticed as before, so she hurriedly pulled Phil to hide, and sent a She had prepared a gift to congratulate Phil for having the Holy Light for a long time.

Just when Phil was about to unwrap the gift to his delight, her father came in front of them.

Both she and Phil were terrified, but the king did not reprimand them, instead, he walked over her and Phil with a look that made her feel cold all over, and then he spoke a few words to them kindly. left.

When the father left, Phil took her sweaty hand and said with a bright smile, "Don't be afraid, little princess, I will protect you."

She was very moved, and then she heard him say: "Anyway, that's not my dad, maybe it's not me who was closed behind closed doors."

She slapped him expressionlessly to the ground.

Yes, because the Grace family has held the state power for too long, to the point where the king and the Grace family have completely turned their faces, and the relationship between the two of them will definitely be dealt with.

But no matter what, what came the next day was not a reprimand or confinement, but a marriage contract.

She and Phil became fiancée.

………………

It was still dark at night, and the palace was brightly lit.

The fiery figure peeked around the corner of the corridor furtively. He held his breath after making sure that there was no one there, and cautiously pushed open the only wooden door in the corridor nervously and excitedly.

After seeing the standing figure in the room, all the tension, excitement and shyness in his heart disappeared like being splashed with cold water, Michael's face collapsed: "Raphael, why are you here?"

Raphael smiled gently: "Make the bed for Father God."

Michael was surprised: "Wearing such a nightgown, sitting on the edge of the bed and making the bed for God the Father?"

Raphael, who was wearing a thin white nightgown with a wide open collar, sat on the side of the bed in a very docile and graceful posture, still smiling gently: "Didn't I finish making the bed for God the Father, and am planning to warm the bed for God the Father?"

In the Great Cathedral, Messiah, who was watching with the Book of Creation, immediately covered his chest when he heard these words, and his breathing was a little difficult: Raphael!Your purity and integrity as an archangel!

Unexpectedly, Michael closed the door, waved his hand and smiled very happily at Raphael, and said with a big grin: "Oh, that's really great, can you bring me with you? Let's warm the bed of Father God together."

Raphael was so frightened that his entire face was distorted: "..."

After looking deeply at Michael for a long time, Michael felt his face and thought there was something wrong with his face. Raphael held his forehead weakly when he figured it out: "Don't blame me too much!" I can only blame Lucifer for raising Michael too pure and innocent since he was a child.

Michael sat down on Raphael's bed excitedly and said, "Didn't that fellow Mammon manage to stay in Father God's room all night? Since Father God can let Mammon stay for one night, then I say Maybe I can climb into Father God’s bed tonight.”

Raphael's face was distorted again, but after a moment, he returned to a gentle and elegant smile, but the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Who--taught you to say the word 'climbing bed'!"

who is it?Who dares to teach our family Michael to be bad? !

Michael blinked, and was a little surprised by the anger in Raphael's eyes: "It's a knight in the knight order. I used to wonder why the pope favored a bishop who was so bad. Once a knight said that the bishop was I liked the bishop so much because I climbed on the Pope’s bed. Then I asked Claude what it meant to climb the bed, and Claude said that climbing the bed means warming the bed, and warming the bed means warming the bed before sleeping with others Sleep together, and then that person will be very happy. Rafael, you said that if I warm the bed for Father God, will Father God be happy?"

Raphael was in a very complicated mood. After struggling in his heart, he looked at Michael quietly and said, "Well, you and I will warm Father God's bed once and you will know."