The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"You're the idiot," the witch said, rising onto her tiptoes and tilting her head back, nearly leaning against Mr. An Su's chest. She said provocatively, "Touch my face with your hand, and you'll know where the veil is."

Damn, Mother Goddess of Life, where have you gone? A delicious child is about to be kidnapped!

An Su sighed helplessly and tentatively reached out, but he didn't touch Luojia's cheek. Instead, he felt the delicate and slender shoulder, the smooth skin warm to the touch. Following the shoulder up, his fingertips grazed the fine collarbone, then the smooth neck. But the little witch seemed to be deliberately mischievous; she tilted her head, and An Su's fingertips missed her cheek, losing their way again.

"...Idiot," Mr. An Su said, no longer continuing, but the little witch grabbed his hand in return.

Miss Luojia slightly tilted her head and nuzzled closer, like a cat seeking affection, gently elevating An Su's hand to rest on her cheek.

"Mr. An Su, so have you found it?"

The little witch smiled and said, "Please hurry, the citizens outside are waiting for you, Blessed Son."

"I've found it."

Mr. An Su spoke slowly, following the soft guidance of Luojia's hand, his fingers swept over her cheek, the cherry-like moist lips, the delicate nose, and the hoarfrost-like eyelids, finally coming to rest on her blush-tinted earlobe where the Radiance veil was tied.

"I've taken it off."

The young man gently removed the Radiance veil, and the barrier between them disappeared, marking their true meeting.

Even the sunlight seemed to stop—

The autumn wind blew through the stairways of Heaven, splitting the afternoon sunlight into layers of fragmented light, and the world was divided into several color patches. The girl named Luoja Fast stood in the center of these patches, right in front of the young man. Her snow-white dress seemed as if it would melt into the autumn day, specks of bloodstained hues crystallized within the snow-white fabric. At this moment, neither the perfectly flawless snowflakes nor the showers from every direction, frozen water, flowing water, the earnest Saintess, the eerie Witch, could fully describe the girl; those were only facets of her.

Barefooted Luojia rose onto her toes, her cheek leaning against An Su's palm, her brilliant eyes gazing at him, her smile blooming like a flower.

"Mr. An Su, good morning," she said, tilting her head and lightly lifting the hem of her dress, "What do you think?"

"Miss Luojia, I take back something I said before," An Su said helplessly. He was the honest Bai An Su now, unable to lie, naturally restrained by the witch Luojia.

"What did you say?"

"I used to say that looking at the evening glow of Heaven was like looking at your face," the young man said helplessly.

"But you are even more beautiful than the evening glow of Heaven."

That was all the stories that happened in Heaven.

.

Several days had passed in Heaven, but only one night had gone by in the real world.

As the sky slowly broke into dawn, Farol finally got through the unforgettable night of yesterday.

Today's real world was anything but peaceful.

Before dawn, the imperial capital's guards began patrolling Saint Peter Street, house to house, posting notices with curfews on the blue notice boards and rudely knocking on the doors of the citizens.

Farol had imposed a curfew last night—the residents of the Imperial Capital had already forgotten when the last curfew was. In any case, the officers from the Heresy Management Department, dressed in deep black boots and steel-colored cloaks, crushed the tranquility of the early morning dew with their boots, hauling any vagrants still wandering the streets to the Judgment Hall. Those who resisted were immediately labeled as heretics and beaten on the spot.

According to the newly passed temporary bill, personally signed by the Milton Royal Family, the curfew was just one means to restrict the residents. In addition to the curfew, all recreational activities, religious ceremonies, and large gatherings were canceled, and even the normally free press was now under the control of the Royal Family's news department.

Despite this, people knew the reasons behind it.

Last night at the magnificent Radiance ceremony, a blood-soaked event occurred that could overturn the social order—the Prince Tai Rui had turned into an Outer God monster and massacred the royal relatives present.

They knew it, but they dared not speak of it, not discuss it in pubs, nor even mention it at home—it was a topic the citizens could not touch.

Daylight had already brightened, but Farol was still shrouded in fog, as if behind a layer of gauze glass. The morning brought slight rain, tapping against the ashen sky as if knocking on the edges of the gauze glass, then trickling down into this world; farther away, the Magic-guided chemical factory had already begun work, and industrial monsters belched rings of leaden haze from their furnaces, enveloping the sky of Farol, as if it were the citizens exhaling from their lungs.

In the urgently convened meeting of today, the Municipal Officers of Farol and the Nobility erupted into fierce debates, even splitting into factions, until the verdict was drawn by the officers of the Abnormality Management Department:

It was all lies from the Church Nation!

In any case, they would not believe—or rather, even if they did, they would never admit—that a mere Child of the Curse could have completed the coronation ceremony alone, and that the Golden Kite Prince would turn into a monster. This did not fit logic at all and must be a conspiracy of the Church Nation to strike at the Royal Family's authority.

Unless Mr. An Su could perform another miracle.

The Magic Association's Saint Peter Street, and even the entire stretch of Maria River, were already sealed off by the Saint Army of the Abnormality Management Department.