Chapter 1176 - 541: The Goddess Takes Matters into Her Own Hands

Chapter 1176: Chapter 541: The Goddess Takes Matters into Her Own Hands

She resembled a child reporting to her mother, devout yet tinged with a hint of unease.

In a way, this statement wasn’t wrong.

From the perspective of the Cold Winter Goddess, the Divine Favorers could be regarded as her beloved children.

"No matter, my child."

A gentle and loving voice resonated deep within Yunier’s soul, like a warm current beneath snow and ice, smoothing all her anxieties.

"It’s not your fault, I also haven’t figured out the source of the dream."

The Cold Winter Goddess had just taken a risk to explore the depths of the Mist Mountain Range, but out of respect for the Divine Forbidden Area, ultimately decided against venturing alone.

"There are ancient Restrictions in that area, even I must be cautious. Your prudence and guardianship itself is the best duty."

The voice of the Goddess held no blame, only the relief that her Divine Favorer was unharmed.

Then, she quickly realized something was off in front of her; was there another person in the room?

A man?

Who was lying on her lap?

What is this... hmm?

Uphemia looked at that familiar white, blinking forcefully.

Eh?

But then, Uphemia’s will flowed gently, carrying an undeniable tenderness, and said along with Yunier, "Now, rest for a while, my child. You are already too tired."

Upon realizing the strange incidents happening to Teresa, Yunier had maintained an extremely tense mental state, not daring to relax even a bit.

If Herbert hadn’t lightened Yunier’s mood with his jokes, she might have collapsed before Uphemia came back.

"Sleep, leave the rest to me for now. I will handle everything for you."

This was not a command; it was more like a mother softly coaxing a child to sleep.

Gentle, yet not allowing refusal.

"Yes, my lord."

Yunier’s consciousness didn’t hesitate at all and responded obediently, giving herself wholly.

And her last clear thought was, "May my body become a fitting vessel for you..."

Then, her consciousness plunged into a dreamless sleep within the serene Silence constructed by the Goddess.

Yunier closed her eyes, her body swayed slightly, but soon stabilized as "she" slowly opened her eyes and glanced around.

The innocence and bewilderment were gone, leaving only maturity and steadiness - though not quite right.

Not so much steady, but rather a bit guilty and furtive, glancing around slyly.

"...Hmm, the mischievous little one is gone too."

After confirming that Yunier wouldn’t awaken halfway to disturb her, the Cold Winter Goddess finally felt relieved, letting out a long breath.

Then, having fully taken over the body of the Divine Favorer, the Cold Winter Goddess turned her attention to the nearby Herbert.

She slowly raised her fingers, languidly reaching toward the sleeping young man.

"Let me see..."

The Goddess borrowed Yunier’s vocal cords, uttering a very soft whisper.

This voice carried Yunier’s inherent clarity, fused with the ethereal and benevolent essence unique to the God, as if observing a creation worthy of care.

"Didn’t expect that this body carrying so many secrets is now so... unguarded."

Herbert’s soul at this moment was not within his body, seemingly entirely immersed in Teresa’s dream.

In Yunier’s memory, Herbert had vowed that he could traverse dreams, possessing the abilities of a [Dreamwalker]... uh.

"No, no, this is all unimportant!"

The Cold Winter Goddess shook her head vigorously, driving away the chaotic thoughts in her mind, continuing to look at the boy resting on her lap.

What would the sensation be like?

Would the seemingly smooth white hair feel as cold as ice and snow?

That eternally teasing face, when unguarded, what would the skin’s temperature be?

All these questions filled her with curiosity.

So, the divine will guided the mortal fingertips, with a curiosity both caring and inquisitive, about to touch the sleeping young man.

[...Interesting.]

In Uphemia’s mind, such a novel and absurd thought flashed by.

"Perhaps, I should have... done it myself long ago?"

She looked at the boy’s sleeping face, slowly tilting her head, murmuring internally, "But why hadn’t I thought of this before?"

The ideas of the Cold Winter Goddess tumbled endlessly in her head, but her hands acted with no hesitation.

——I touch!

Touch, touch, touch touch touch!

"Hey!"

The moment her fingertips touched Herbert’s white hair, the Cold Winter Goddess gave a soft cry as if burned, and then immediately held her breath, cautiously pressing her fingertip against it.

The feeling of the hair was as soft as fine velvet, sliding gently beneath her fingertips, causing even her ancient and unwavering will to ripple slightly.

This was completely different from caressing the girls in the past.

She couldn’t help but gently pinch with her fingertips, watching the white hair spread across her fingers, her mouth involuntarily curving into a slightly childish smile borrowed from Yunier’s face.

"Oh? Oh oh!"

As her fingers slid along the hair to Herbert’s cheek, the Goddess paused her breath again.

The boy’s skin was more delicate and warm than imagined, unlike the cold of the Divine body, nor the roughness that came with human endurance.

Her fingertips lightly traced Herbert’s brow bone, feeling the distinct contours, moving down to the tip of his nose.

Looking at the slightly upturned curve, she was suddenly reminded of Herbert’s playful demeanor when teasing girls in Yunier’s memory, and couldn’t resist lightly tapping his nose tip with her fingertip, as if responding to his jokes on behalf of the girls.