After flipping through the previous few pages, Felyn became even more suspicious of Daiyi’s identity.
In this world, the only ones who would show no reverence for the gods were demons and heretical deities.
Followers of heretical gods typically didn’t have families.
Because they had all been sacrificed.
Then the only possibility was the demons.
A witch?
But whether it was the Demon King or a heretical god, his contract didn’t specify that the client had to be human.
So technically, Daiyi hadn’t breached any terms.
Felyn turned to the book next to the notebook, wrapped in parchment. After reading just a couple of lines, he could tell—it was a forbidden book.
It contained untold stories about the gods.
Felyn truly couldn’t determine Daiyi’s identity. Since he couldn’t figure it out, he decided not to dwell on it.
As for the notes about her disrespect toward the gods, Felyn didn’t really mind. In fact, it seemed to suit her style perfectly.
Daiyi had only harbored blasphemous thoughts toward the gods, but he—he had actually committed blasphemous acts.
Ritual sigils contained divine power and were thus considered part of the gods themselves.
The gacha-style cheat he used in the dungeon—activating and deactivating two sigils at once to randomly trigger a spell from tier 1 to 7—such an irregular method was basically like dragging the goddesses to a silver party.
If you looked at it that way, he was even more extreme.
Hearing Daiyi rise from the couch, Felyn hastily restored the notes on the desk to their original state to avoid raising her suspicion.
He didn’t notice that his hands were still damp from washing dishes, and a few pages of the notebook were slightly soaked.
Droplets of water blurred the ink, smudging several words.
“Finished washing? Tonight I’ll start teaching you about the teachings of the church,” Daiyi’s voice came from behind.
. . .
“Wait, I forgot to ask you something.”
Daiyi’s expression was uncharacteristically serious, her brows slightly furrowed.
“Are you from this world?”
On the dining table sat a spread of Daiyi’s favorite fruits and steaming tea, accompanied by lemon scones beside the cup.
Daiyi rested her chin on one hand, while the other tapped the desk.
“That’s a bit harsh,” Felyn replied.
“Then why don’t you know any of this common knowledge?”
Daiyi looked at the score—10 points—written at the top of the test paper and gently shook her head.
To cover the cost of the rent, Daiyi had started tutoring Felyn in the doctrines of the church.
She first gave him a test. Out of a hundred points, he scored ten.
“Well, at least I got ten,” Felyn said.
Daiyi glanced at him, her eyes seeming to say—how dare this man speak so shamelessly?
“You got even the most basic questions wrong. Why can’t you remember the relationships between the gods?”
Felyn looked at the diagram Daiyi had drawn for him. He felt like he was losing his mind.
A person usually believed in one main god and drew their divine power primarily from that god.
But if there were other gods who had high compatibility with the main god, one could also use those gods’ divine powers.
“There are hundreds of church. It’s honestly hard to remember them all.”
Felyn was ready to raise the white flag.
“For example, the Church of Mir and the Church of Kaleis—they both fall under the spatial church branch. So why are they not very compatible?”
Daiyi took a sip of tea and replied slowly.
“Because Mir cheated on Kaleis. He slept with Kaleis’s wife, and Kaleis caught them in the act. That’s all there is to it.”
“…Huh?”
Felyn looked like he had just heard something outrageous.
“You think I’m joking? These events are etched onto the murals in the holy land of the spatial church. They’re just not made public.”
“So…”
“So when we talk about compatibility, it’s all based on which gods get along with each other. If they’re on good terms, compatibility’s high. If not, it’s low.”
Felyn could almost see those gods holding a silver party.
“With grades like yours, maybe it’s better to find a few sugar sisters to support you for the rest of your life. Give up your capital dreams early.”
Daiyi’s tone was brutally honest.
But she wasn’t wrong.
Trying to learn the entire doctrine from scratch and pass the exam in such a short time—it was an incredibly tall order.
“I was going to give up,” Felyn lowered his head, idly drawing circles on the paper with his finger.
“But as your boyfriend, I can’t embarrass you. And if Miss Daiyi is willing to be my teacher, I believe I can do it.”
That one sentence left Daiyi speechless. She quietly sipped her tea, using her hair to hide her expression.
“Break time.”
Felyn went to brew new tea for her. Daiyi stepped out onto the balcony and gazed at the night view.
She took a deep breath. Everything that happened today felt like a dream.
She looked down at her hands. There were still ink stains on them.
Since arriving in Seiwa, she had stayed in the top-floor suite arranged by her father, never stepping outside.
If Felyn hadn’t visited three days a week, she probably wouldn’t even know how to hold a conversation now.
A few fireflies flickered in the dark, like scattered stars in the night sky.
Her eyes were drawn to a green flame in the sky. It gave off a trace of false warmth.
“Daiyi, the tea’s ready.”
She shut the window and prepared to return to the living room.
As she turned to leave, her eyes caught sight of the notebook she’d left on the desk.
Her dark green eyes narrowed. Her whole body trembled.
She rushed forward, hastily scooping up the book and notes, and hurried out of the room.
By the time she came to her senses, she was already back in her bedroom.
Did Felyn see it?
He must’ve seen it!
Daiyi pulled out her chair and collapsed onto the desk, her black hair spilling powerlessly across the notebook.
Her cheek rested against the book, staring out the window.
Was this the end of everything?
If Felyn found out what she was researching, he would surely distance himself from her like everyone else.
Because people were always afraid that her thoughts would shake their faith in the gods.
Family. Friends. She could see it in their eyes—the fear.
Then let it end here. Move somewhere else. Continue the research alone.
Maybe this was her fate. Always destined to be alone.
“Miss Daiyi, are you feeling unwell? Why did you suddenly come back to your room?”
Felyn’s knock on the door brought her back to reality.
She straightened up, tucked away the book and notes, and forced her expression back to normal.
“Mm. Just feeling a bit off.”
“I’ll bring you some warm milk. Drink it and get some rest.”
Felyn’s footsteps slowly receded.
Daiyi’s hand unconsciously brushed the edge of the book.
He probably didn’t notice.
Otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t be near her right now. He would’ve told her to leave immediately.
At that thought, her heart finally settled. The tension on her face eased.
“Miss Daiyi, may I come in?”
After getting her permission, Felyn pushed the door open and entered.
He immediately noticed Daiyi sneaking glances at him.
Could it be?
Could it be she was so frustrated tutoring him that she nearly coughed up blood?
Was he really that hopeless?
Felyn placed the milk on the desk and carefully observed Daiyi.
“Miss Daiyi, would you like me to massage your shoulders?”
She froze for a moment and instinctively scooted over a little.
“T…thanks.”
Her voice was softer than usual, as if hiding something.
Felyn’s hands gently landed on her shoulders. Through the thin knitwear, he could feel her slight trembling.
She was literally shaking in frustration!
Felyn felt his pride take a major blow.
“Felyn, I have a question.”
“Go ahead.”
He braced himself for her sarcasm.
“What if one day, you discovered that your client was someone hated and hunted by the whole world… would you still serve her?”
Felyn continued massaging her shoulders.
“It depends. If it were someone else, I might consider terminating the contract.”
Daiyi’s eyelashes drooped slightly. Her eyes dimmed.
“But if it’s Miss Daiyi, then no. Because we’re in a relationship. Since we’re lovers, we should face all our problems together hand in hand. So, I wouldn’t leave you.”
“Who's holding hands with you…”
She said it with her mouth, but Felyn could feel it—her tense shoulders had relaxed all at once.
She lowered her head. Her long hair hid the redness in her ears, but her trembling lashes and tightly pursed lips betrayed the storm within.
“It’s getting late. You should get some rest, Miss Daiyi.”
Only after Felyn closed the door behind him did Daiyi’s heart finally calm down.
Thank goodness he didn’t notice.
She was still replaying his words in her head.
“Don’t make blind promises about things you know nothing about…” she murmured to herself, a rare softness on her face. Her tone was light—so light it almost sounded like she was sulking.
She picked up her notebook and flipped through the pages idly, checking today’s notes.
Her hand froze on one page.
There was a clear water stain.
It definitely wasn’t there before dinner.
She slammed the notebook shut, her whole body going stiff like she’d been struck by lightning. Her emerald eyes widened in shock.
Felyn had seen it!
(End of Chapter)