Something had happened.
Gabriella felt that something rather absurd had occurred to her body.
If Lartomia truly was “Loli,” then those words just now had not been Gabriella talking to herself in a “lucid dream.”
It was Lartomia’s soul—her truly existing consciousness.
Gabriella felt a wave of heat through her body.
That idiot Loli, did she misunderstand what I said?!
“How long… how long did I sleep?” Gabriella mumbled drowsily.
“You’ve been sleeping from yesterday until now. Creis and I took shifts watching over you. Today it’s still my turn.”
“Are the others alright?”
“They’re all fine. Everyone’s just a little shaken, but Roselyn managed to lighten the atmosphere a bit.”
“Roselyn.”
Gabriella didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“She’s really using her real name, huh.”
In truth, the vast majority of the reincarnated Heavenly Oracle Envoys had kept the names they received after reincarnation, including Queen Letitia.
Roselyn was an exception.
Or rather, it seemed the Heavenly Oracle Envoys of Monastar never received new names at all.
Thinking carefully, they truly had no need for them.
“Hah…” Gabriella nodded. “As long as everyone’s okay, that’s good.”
If the Sacred Feather God could truly lock onto any person in the Holy King Capital and drag them into a barrier, there would be no safe place left in this world.
Obviously, even she was incapable of such a thing.
It had merely been a misunderstanding.
Gabriella slowly sat up from the bed and discovered that her body felt even heavier than it had yesterday.
She tried to raise an arm, only for it to drop limply again a moment later.
Isabella supported her arm and gently helped her upright.
She tried several more times with the exact same result.
How embarrassing.
If one had to describe this bodily weakness, it was like a noble young lady who had spent her days sitting at home suddenly being ordered to run ten thousand meters, then bathing, sleeping, and waking the next morning with her whole body aching and powerless.
Gabriella did not feel sore all over.
She simply could not muster any strength, even though the holy body was clearly beginning to adapt more and more to her soul.
Left with no choice, Gabriella returned to her demon form.
Wings and a tail grew out.
The only difference was that the cross in her eyes had not disappeared.
Having not returned to her original body for so long, Gabriella stretched hard and yawned.
“Haa—”
Although it was not as exhausting as the holy body, the strength in this form was still less than she had expected.
At the same time, Gabriella noticed that the heart-shaped pattern on her lower abdomen was giving off a faint glow.
It was not dazzling, yet it carried a steady, continuous quality like a fine stream of water.
She flicked her wings once, folded them against her waist and abdomen, and curled her tail around Isabella’s waist to show affection.
“Creis will notice if you do that,” Isabella said.
Gabriella only smiled faintly. “It’s fine. Even if she notices, she won’t do anything to me~ By the way, when is Isa’s other personality going to appear?”
Isabella smiled. “If there’s an emergency we don’t let her out. Besides, she’s shy.”
“Really now. I think she’s quite cute too.”
“Is that so?”
After helping Gabriella sit down, Isabella spoke in a tone caught between laughter and tears. “Right now her head is full of how to do it with you (meow~).”
“Will the two of you become the same person soon?”
Isabella rubbed her chin. “Actually, we’re almost the same person already. Sometimes I even keep the same consciousness when she wakes up. That feeling is… strange.”
“Her memories have mostly recovered as well. We haven’t fully merged yet. For example, she holds different views from mine on certain matters.”
“Can you tell me more?” Gabriella tilted her head slightly upward.
“It was something that happened not long ago. After Miss Evil God learned that the one who saved her was you, she began to think. Now she seems to have understood something… and has stopped merging with me any further, as if she is keeping some secret she does not want to tell me.”
“But you are the same person. Strictly speaking, there should not be two personalities.”
Isabella shook her head. “Perhaps after I learned so many truths that I simply could not accept them, I split into two personalities.”
Then she changed the subject.
“Rather than not trusting me, it is more like she wants to hide it from you. After all, there are no secrets between us, right~?”
Gabriella nodded.
During the meal, Creis quietly walked in from behind the door.
Today’s meal had been prepared jointly by her and Olivia.
Before she entered, Gabriella had already switched back to her holy body, so the demon form was never discovered by Creis.
It was not only onion soup.
One had to admit the entire table of food was delicious, though for “home cooking” it was still a bit too lavish.
As a demon, Gabriella’s appetite could reach three times that of a normal human.
Gabriella could turn into a “little foodie” at any moment.
Factoring in the high energy consumption caused by being pregnant (meow~), which was now converted into dark magic—this was also a difference between demons and humans.
Demons digested food far more efficiently and even converted the energy directly.
Because of that, Gabriella’s meal times usually lasted more than half an hour.
The genes of the Heavenly Oracle Envoys had further increased the magic reserves within Gabriella’s body.
In comparison, if she did not have designs on Gabriella, Olivia would normally finish breakfast in fifteen minutes and immediately go to work.
Creis stared at the way Gabriella was eating.
Apparently Olivia had never told her that this would feel embarrassing.
Then, while eating, Creis could not help placing her hand on Gabriella’s head and rubbing it, murmuring as she did so:
“Cute. Daughter.”
Speaking of which, Miss Celestial God, are you not a little too fond of your daughter?!
After Gabriella finished eating, Hertitz entered to clear the table, pushed away the serving cart laden with plates, and left the bedroom in quick strides.
Her movements were fluid and natural—completely different from when only Isabella was present.
In an instant she vanished without a trace, keeping far away from Creis.
When Gabriella intended to leave the bedroom to go to the office and look over the recently compiled materials as well as Roselyn’s situation, she was suddenly caught by Creis and forced to stop.
Creis gently pulled Gabriella onto the bed, refusing to let her leave the room casually.
Throughout the entire process, Isabella did not stop her at all.
The two of them even exchanged a glance, as if reaching some consensus in a single instant!
One had to remember that their relationship before had still been that of enemies.
Creis had even suspected Isabella of being an apostle of the Evil God and had not wanted Gabriella to approach her.
When had their relationship become this good?
Seeing this, Gabriella could only give up and obediently lie down.
Isabella and Creis exchanged another glance, after which Creis took responsibility for stating their decision:
“When can I go outside?” Gabriella poked her head out from under the covers.
“We think that after the afternoon nap you may go out for a walk. Around lunchtime and dinnertime you may move about freely.”
“Mother, is this kind of life really not imprisonment?”
“No.”
Creis denied it outright, her expression utterly serious.
“If you wish to grow stronger, starting from today you must properly recuperate your body.”