Isabella was probing.
They had returned to the inner palace. Just that noon, along with Elsa, Liya, and Tina, she quickly received contact from Olivia.
Olivia laid out the entire plan. After discussing it together and reaching a consensus, they decided not to take direct action against the Celestial God for the time being, but to continue probing instead.
They would test the Celestial God’s abilities and strength.
Olivia had said that her power possessed terrifying “insight” and “analysis” capabilities.
In battle she moved as elusively as a ghost, and her immense strength was powerful enough to lift an entire mountain range.
They needed to proceed with caution.
During this time, they also had to ensure Gabriella’s safety.
Coincidentally, Celestial God Creis also cared a great deal about Gabriella, though no one knew what her true intentions were.
Through a fortunate coincidence, Isabella had taken on the role of the Silver-White Sword Empress’s personal bodyguard.
This so-called personal bodyguard was currently nothing more than a harmless, soft and sweet maid.
Isabella had originally felt some resistance toward playing the part of a maid.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. She simply worried that she wouldn’t do it well and might hinder the entire plan or cause trouble for Gabriella.
Only after Olivia’s persuasion did she remember that she had spent day after day with the world’s best maid.
Even without any experience, she should have seen plenty!
Moreover, her job wasn’t standing guard in the halls or cleaning.
She only needed to cook.
Thus, she temporarily handed the affairs of the Demon King’s army over to Liya.
After properly planning their course of action, she set off for the mansion in the Holy King Capital.
Originally she had only come to deliver the meal. However, on the way she sensed a familiar emotion stirring…
It was the “Evil God” personality becoming eager to emerge.
By now, Isabella had largely dropped her guard against the Evil God personality.
First, she held dominant control over the body.
Second, the Evil God was gradually merging with her as one.
Her emotions, her desires, and her memories were slowly assimilating. This was never a particularly complicated process to begin with.
[She] was in almost the same situation.
With just a single thought, Isabella switched personalities.
Whether it was her or the Evil God, both were worried about the same issue.
—How much of her memory had Gabriella recovered?
Did she hate her? Had she already reached an understanding with the Celestial God and come to a mutual agreement?
Isabella’s feelings were far more complicated than anyone imagined.
The part of her that belonged to the Evil God felt even more hurried and urgent.
She desperately wanted to know Gabriella’s thoughts.
However, what she wanted wasn’t merely an answer or an attitude.
She wanted to understand all of Gabriella.
That was why she had come and spoken those words earlier, even at the risk of being discovered by the Celestial God.
“Have you remembered everything?”
Gabriella smiled. “Mm~ I remembered some of it.”
Gabriella’s expression turned playful.
She read the meaning behind Isabella’s words and continued in a gentle, teasing tone:
“What exactly are you referring to?”
Isabella didn’t know how to answer. She nervously lowered her head.
Was it about the painful memories, or the sweet ones?
She never knew what flavor the next bite would bring.
Gabriella’s next action completely caught her off guard. She reached out, stroked Isabella’s cheek, and gently kneaded the soft, tender white flesh beneath her chin, looking at her with doting eyes.
“Does Miss Isa not know either~?”
“Uuu~”
Isabella curled up. She was much easier to handle than Gabriella had imagined.
Gabriella suddenly felt that she had never truly lost. Everything was still under her control.
If a “Favorability” value existed above Isabella’s head, it would probably be completely filled by now.
Gabriella herself wasn’t sure how to subtly express the pink hue that had already turned into love.
Those events from who knows how many years ago?
Silly Isabella, like an abandoned child at the Bottom of the Abyss, had once thirsted for her affection.
Those fragile little eyes that pretended to be cold, that petite figure, and that kind heart.
Gabriella placed her hand on Isabella’s shoulder, then moved it to her back.
The design of the maid uniform was almost identical to those in the inner palace.
The smooth, bare back was bound with straps, allowing her to clearly feel the heat radiating from her passionately beating heart.
“Does it feel good?”
“Mm.” Isabella nodded. She had still been immersed in the caress.
When the hand was withdrawn, her eyes widened as she gazed longingly at the retreating fingers.
That was exactly how she had been touched before.
It was getting late.
After clearing the table, Isabella gave Gabriella one last lingering look before pushing the meal cart and leaving the master bedroom.
Creis was waiting right outside the door.
She watched Isabella’s departing figure for a long time, unable to tear her eyes away.
Just now, she had also witnessed the scene of Gabriella stroking Isa.
Creis could not understand why Gabriella was being so kind to Royal Knight Captain Miss Isa. Was it really just because they had met once before?
Creis looked at Gabriella, who had lain back down on the bed.
Her silver hair shimmered like a sparkling silver-white diamond waterfall.
Her porcelain-like skin seemed to have absorbed the pure white moonlight, turning into beautiful jade — a divine masterpiece meticulously sculpted by the gods.
“Lady Gabriella.”
“Oh?”
“What is your relationship with Isa?”
There was not the slightest excess emotion on Gabriella’s face. “We only met once before, nothing more.”
“I told you she is dangerous. She may even be an apostle of the Evil God.”
“Mm, I remember. That’s why I kept my distance from her~ There’s no way I would let the Evil God take me away.” Gabriella’s answer was flawless.
The cross in Creis’s eyes flickered with fluorescent light in the shadows. She clearly had many questions, but she didn’t voice them all at once.
Gabriella leaned against the headboard, pulling the blanket up.
She laced her fingers together and rested them on her knees, forming a small “hill” with the quilt.
Many beautiful scenes flashed through her eyes.
“The food she made was delicious. I was very satisfied. She put in a lot of effort, so I praised her a little.”
“Yes, of course… something as simple as cooking. Such a simple thing…”
Could Creis understand? When she put genuine effort into something, a warm smile appeared on her face.
Creis recalled the scene of Gabriella stroking Isa’s head.
Their relationship seemed quite close, yet she didn’t know the reason.
Although she couldn’t directly connect the dots, a vague image surfaced in Creis’s mind — a busy figure in the kitchen with the same silver hair as Gabriella.
After finishing dinner, that figure would also show a happy smile, as if longing for praise.
“Effort?”
Celestial God Creis rarely felt this confused. She did not understand what Gabriella meant.
It seemed she needed to consult Olivia.
If Isa could do it, and Olivia could do it, then she could do it too.
Wasn’t it just cooking?
This way, Gabriella would gradually come to understand her.