Night fell quickly.
In the garden outside the mansion, the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard.
Moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating Isabella’s porcelain-like skin.
Even in the darkness, her melancholic eyes emitted a faint glow.
Her delicate body and vast shadow power were sealed within the maid uniform.
That full figure was enough to make one drool, adding a cute spark of starlight to her cold demeanor.
She walked up to the third floor and gently pushed open the door.
After seeing Gabriella sleeping soundly on the bed, she nodded to Creis beside her.
After exchanging glances, the two headed out into the corridor.
“Are you going to coordinate magic power for her?”
Creis’s voice was very soft.
This wasn’t the first time she had met Isabella.
Due to work arrangements, they often discussed work matters, though most of it concerned Gabriella.
“I already coordinated it before your shift. How is her physical condition?”
“There are currently no abnormalities. Her magic power is still as unstable as before.”
Creis nodded, then looked at Isabella with a vigilant gaze.
“Miss Isa, are you a subordinate of the Demon King?”
The air instantly turned cold. Silver light made Creis’s eyes turn icy.
“No.”
Isabella’s gaze was like water, refracting sharp light.
She half-joked, “It’s been so long, and you still haven’t noticed how much I like Gabriella. As a mother, you’re really negligent. You couldn’t even tell that I abducted your daughter, could you?”
Creis showed no anger at all. She simply nodded. “Just liking her.”
Her gaze shifted slightly to the floor beneath Isabella’s feet, as if pondering.
“Is it the same kind of liking as Olivia’s?”
“You should ask her in person.”
“I understand.”
Creis nodded honestly.
She really wasn’t joking.
But she still had something she cared about even more.
“Isa, if you like my daughter, does that mean you want to have children with her?”
Isabella almost laughed out loud. “That’s right. Miss Creis’s understanding is fine.”
Suddenly, Creis walked straight forward and carefully scrutinized Isabella’s body.
She wasn’t admiring her—she was “inspecting” her, like an examiner judging whether an object met the standards.
“My daughter is a god. She won’t marry a weakling. Isa, you need to prove your ability to me.”
“Miss Creis means that you are also a god, and if I can prove my strength, then Gabriella can marry me.”
Isabella found it amusing.
“Have you asked Gabriella whether she likes me or not?”
“Yes.” Creis nodded seriously.
“Under my guidance, she has grown close to you. If you truly want to protect my daughter, you are indeed quite suitable.”
“I see~”
Isabella nodded. “How should I prove it?”
She originally hadn’t wanted to prove anything to the Celestial God Creis.
That Gabriella liked her, and that she liked Gabriella—these were undeniable facts!
They had already held a wedding.
After years of getting along, there were countless moments between them.
But when the god doubted whether Isabella had the ability, it still ignited her competitive spirit.
“The strength of this world lies in one’s understanding of magic power. The closer one gets to its essence, the more one can perceive the principles of magic power.”
Creis walked straight ahead, leading Isabella to the third-floor balcony.
This was a space about a hundred square meters in size.
Behind was a wall, while the other three sides were metal railings.
Lifting one’s head revealed the moonlit sky.
Stretching out a hand, it felt as if one could pluck the stars.
“Miss Isa, show me your [Difference]. In my eyes, the vast majority of humans are not worth mentioning. Even if their souls are special, they are all replaceable—just a single drop of water in the torrent. At the very least, you need to reach the point where you can convince me.”
Creis lowered her head, then suddenly seemed to think of something and looked up again.
“I am very happy to see Gabriella have someone she can rely on. This feeling… is nice… But the prerequisite is that my daughter must agree.”
“I understand.”
Hearing Isabella’s answer, Creis nodded in satisfaction.
At this moment, her suspicion toward Isabella had decreased significantly.
She remained in the mansion seemingly only to take care of Gabriella.
Under such prolonged surveillance, she had never harmed Gabriella.
Creis intended to give Isa a chance.
Suddenly, Creis was surprised to discover that the light around her was beginning to disappear.
In its place, a light sphere was gradually growing larger in Isabella’s hand.
The light sphere had no color—or rather, it constantly changed colors.
Sometimes it was multicolored, sometimes pure white.
Everything around it dimmed under this light, as if all the spotlights in the world were shining in Isabella’s direction.
Then, that light sphere actually transformed into a holy sword.
Isabella gripped this seemingly weightless, colorful sword with both hands and displayed it to Creis.
The latter was also slightly taken aback.
A pair of wings spread out behind Isabella’s back, equally rainbow-hued.
“I merely reproduced it using magic power. Are you satisfied with this level of precision?”
Creis nodded, but said nothing.
She gazed deeply at Isabella and hesitated for half a minute before speaking.
“Isa, do you know the legend of the ancient evil god?”
“Of course I know. She wants to destroy the world. The Church is filled with legends about her everywhere.”
“Yes.”
A gentle breeze lightly lifted the hems of both women’s maid skirts.
Isabella gently arranged her golden-blonde hair.
“Miss Creis, why mention the evil god?”
“The evil god stands in opposition to the gods. Her ability is [Devour]. Everything engulfed in shadow will be absorbed by her and become part of her power.”
Isabella remained calm.
Of course she knew what Creis was suspecting.
“So Miss Creis thinks I am the evil god.”
“It’s just that your power reminds me of her. However, I’ve only heard about it.” Creis shook her head.
“So you agree? I really should confirm with Gabriella first. So you agree?”
Creis hesitantly turned her head away and said nothing.
Then, as if thinking of something, she walked toward the distance.
“Hehe~” It was as if she was pondering or trying to avoid Isabella.
“Miss Creis wasn’t trying to find a reason to refuse just now, was she?”
“Nothing of the sort.”
“I see her shadow on you. Miss Creis really is just like Gabriella, huh. I can see her shadow on you.”
The two leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant forest.
“Miss Creis, thank you for helping me care for her.”
“This is what I should do.”
“You’re just like Gabriella.”
Isabella looked at the blush on Creis’s face.
Creis turned her head, trying hard to hide the redness on her cheeks, yet it was still fully captured by Isabella’s eyes.