Chapter 1147 - 534: Clearly Coveting My Body

Chapter 1147: Chapter 534: Clearly Coveting My Body

In the palace deep within the Natural Sanctuary, the massive ancient tree branches intertwined to form a natural dome, with moss like an emerald velvet carpet covering the ground, interspersed with flowers emitting a faint glow.

"..."

The Forest Goddess Fulingya stood within Her Forest Holy Land, usually tranquil as a lake, Her emotions at this moment were stirred with ripples difficult to calm.

If it weren’t for outsiders watching Her, She would even want to disgracefully grab and pull Her hair.

Hiss!

Ah, bothersome!

The source of this irritation was sitting with a bright smile on a vine swing across from Her, an enchanting beauty.

The God of Love and Pleasure, Betera.

This promiscuous goddess exuded a brightness out of place with this serene woodland.

Just a moment ago, She had made a request that Fulingya instinctively wanted to refuse.

The God of Love hoped to "get acquainted" with that mortal hero who had risen to fame recently, the most renowned Godslayer of this era, Herbert, through Fulingya.

She said it was just to get acquainted.

But from what Fulingya knew of Betera, this acquaintance might be quite "intimate".

In-and-out, back-and-forth kind of intimacy!

This fellow...

"Fulingya, my dear friend, now the Master of the Natural Pantheon."

Betera looked at Fulingya’s serious demeanor and smiled slightly, Her voice like honey, carrying Her usual lazy tone that relaxes one’s vigilance.

"Why so serious? I am simply curious about him, just want to see with my own eyes the mortal who made the God of Sand and Stone suffer defeat."

She gently swung on the vine swing, twirling a strand of pink-golden light around Her finger, lightly flicking it at the highest point, like sprinkling a shower of gold.

"Hehe~"

The voluptuous goddess giggled like a child, admiring Her handiwork, nodding with satisfaction.

Then, She coyly complained to the wary Forest Goddess: "You know, I’m always interested in such ’miracle’ individuals, there’s really no malice~"

Hearing this, Fulingya pouted slightly, trying hard to suppress the impulse to roll Her eyes.

Tsk.

Could it be that it’s precisely because I know of your glorious deeds that I am so troubled!

Forget about men, you don’t even spare women.

This God of Love’s broad love has never been narrowly confined, never bound by gender.

And because of this... She has tangled couples, even fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, all in one fell swoop as abstract occurrences in the past.

Although those involved all claimed they were willing, no one was coerced, but... it still makes one hard to bear.

Fulingya narrowed Her eyes, staring at Betera as She slowly asked: "Can you... guarantee nothing will happen?"

"Guarantee?"

The God of Love looked at the expressionless Forest Goddess, gave Her a wink, and said with a smiling face: "Oh dear, such a question~ How could I guarantee anything?"

"As for my relationship with him, it ultimately depends on how destiny unfolds between us~"

"Perhaps, it will just be a lovely encounter, allowing me to learn more about him."

"Or perhaps, it will smoothly become a... well, short-lived yet memorable beautiful time?"

Faced with the Forest Goddess’s request, the God of Love’s smile remained unchanged, yet She clearly stated a refusal.

And, Betera also insisted on retaining the right to further her relationship with Herbert.

She stated, love, after all~ who can really predict it~

"...Hah."

Fulingya couldn’t hold back a cold snort, the corner of Her mouth twitching.

See!

This fellow doesn’t even pretend!

Fulingya lowered Her eyelids, simply choosing not to look at Betera, Her gaze falling on the tender green vines entwined around Her skirt.

She didn’t understand why She was so annoyed, why She had such hostility towards Betera...

Yet that slight surge of clear displeasure in Her heart was like a drop of ink falling into a spring of clear water.

Though it didn’t completely taint it, it destroyed the pure clarity.

Making Her particularly displeased!

If Fulingya were merely the Forest Goddess, She would have already driven Betera out in accordance with Her displeasure.

But She was not just Herself; She was also the Deputy Pantheon Lord representing the Natural Pantheon.

Therefore, when Fulingya lifted Her face, Her expression had turned into the habitual gentle yet distant smile of the Divine.

"In that case... Betera, please allow me to refuse your request; this may not be convenient."

Her voice remained gentle, like the breeze through the forest.

"To you, Herbert is just a special mortal, an amusing diversion worthy of spending some time."

"But to us, he is not an ordinary mortal to be whimsically arranged or used to satisfy your curiosity."

"Herbert helped us eliminate the traitors and pests within the Pantheon, and as the Pantheon Lord, I am grateful for his contributions."

"Thus, the Natural Pantheon should accord him the respect he deserves, rather than... entangle him in unnecessary romantic affairs."

She deliberately avoided Betera’s suggestive, playful gaze, wrapping Her reasoning in grand justifications.

He is our ally; I wouldn’t let him be tainted by You, this troublesome one.

"Oh~ really?"

Upon hearing this, Betera was not disappointed; instead, Her eyes, flowing with the light of love, brightened even more.

She didn’t have much interaction with Fulingya, didn’t know this young goddess in charge of the forest very well.

But She understood women, especially women in a particular state.

Fulingya’s refusal was anticipated, but beneath that refusal, perhaps... there hid something else.