In the Regent's bedroom in Phosphorus City, a person and a feather were engaged in animated conversation under the moon's witness.
Sister Big Vita was far more difficult to deal with than the Little Vitas. Themis' immediate impression was that this woman was an excellent actress, nearly fooling her completely.
Little did she know that in Big Vita's eyes, Themis was the most troublesome person she'd ever encountered. The previous contender had been Sa.
While Sa had been indifferent and aloof, Themis was truly a master of evasion. She could deftly change the subject no matter what was asked, leaving Big Vita completely unable to obtain any information.
This kind of persistent harassment won't work on me, Themis thought. You're not Furina. You don't possess any of the qualities she represents.
Ah, no.
Themis mentally corrected herself.
It wasn't entirely accurate to say she lacked all qualities. At least in terms of physical beauty, they shared common ground. And she was certainly a skilled actress.
Moreover, for some inexplicable reason, faint traces of that despicable woman Focalors could be glimpsed in Vita's demeanor.
But the real issue wasn't that. The problem lay in Vita's multitude of malicious schemes. She was nothing like the innocent, kind-hearted facade she presented.
It's just that as Sa's direct superior, I wonder if she has any idea her agent is actually full of rebellious spirit and clearly a master at stirring up trouble.
Themis listened quietly to Vita's complaints about Sa. The gist was that completing tasks alone was boring, the tasks themselves were monotonous, and the duration was super long—thousands of years sometimes, even longer. During this time, no one talked to her, making it utterly dull.
"Indeed, that does sound very difficult."
Hearing Themis' response, Vita nodded solemnly.
"Right? You agree too."
"Pity our Creator God doesn't see it that way."
Vita shrugged, her words about the Creator God flowing as naturally as water.
This left Themis somewhat puzzled. What exactly was this strange relationship between Vita and Sa?
When reading the forum posts about the Salt Snow Holy City plot, Vita had clearly been planning to flee. It seemed her complaints about Sa had been building for a long time, prompting her to pack up and leave.
But after their conversation, Themis realized they had spent an extraordinary amount of time together, with most topics revolving around Sa.
Based on Themis' experience, this could only mean two things: either Vita was a die-hard fan hiding her devotion, or she was a twisted cook whose love had turned to hatred.
Which one was Vita?
Themis maintained her skepticism, but driven by curiosity, she pressed on with her question.
"So, do you harbor resentment toward the Creator God, or is it a case of unrequited love turning to hatred?"
The moment Themis spoke, Sister Vita, who had been chattering incessantly, was utterly silenced.
Vita - who had been caught fleeing by the Creator God with effortless ease and was still confined in the Black Room - froze.
Her eyes widened involuntarily, and the perpetually smiling face that always wore a mask of warmth instantly turned cold.
Being stripped of her carefully crafted facade was rather annoying for someone like her, who relied on performance to conceal her true thoughts.
"Heh..."
After a brief silence, Vita let out a soft laugh, her face once again donning that mask of gentle warmth tinged with playful charm.
"Miss Themis, what do you think? Which of those two do you believe I am?"
Themis crossed her arms. Though Vita's act was well-practiced, having observed Furina's performances for so many years had given her immunity to such displays. She could see right through them.
Regardless, when someone is suddenly confronted with a probing question about their private feelings during a heated discussion, their instinctive reaction never lies.
They'd either be shocked, silent, or feign calm while deftly redirecting the conversation.
"Hey, what a coincidence, Miss Vita! You've covered all the points, haven't you?"
A faint smile tugged at Themis's lips. "I'd guess... you've touched upon all aspects."
"Your complaints are genuine, and your caring is real."
"After all..."
"If you truly didn't care about someone, you wouldn't mention her at all."
"Miss Vita, you might not have noticed, but every topic you've raised with me originates from the Creator God."
"Admittedly, this might stem from my sudden reassignment to Phosphorus City by the Creator God, leaving you unfamiliar with me."
"But setting aside my role as Regent and work-related topics..."
"You've chosen the Creator God as your starting point."
"Don't you think you're overly preoccupied with the Creator God?"
Moreover, Themis kept silent about one thing:
Miss Vita, your tone is rather blunt.
Even with eyes closed, I can sense a faint hostility and jealousy.
Themis maintained a polite yet awkward smile. "If my presence has led to misunderstandings about the Creator God, I apologize."
"Of course, if this has affected your intimate relationship with the Creator God, I am even more sorry."
With an apologetic expression, Themis offered sincerely, "However, waiting endlessly won't lead to a good outcome, will it?"
"If you dare to love, you must boldly pursue it, Miss Vita."
"Fall in love with your superior? There's nothing shameful about that."
Recalling her adorable lover Furina and her seemingly aloof but saintly lover Focalors, Themis wore an expression that said, I understand completely.
This only made Vita even more silent.
Rubbing her forehead, Vita's mind filled with the question: What the hell are you talking about?
What kind of nonsense is she making up in her head?!
Me and Sa...?
Falling for Sa, that cold-hearted, indifferent woman who treats me like a tool?!
This is ridiculous! It's absolutely impossible!
Even if I died right now by jumping from this cliff, I'd never develop feelings for that heartless, uncaring woman!
The night's conversation ended abruptly when Vita unilaterally cut off communication.
Themis's mind buzzed with question marks. What's wrong? Are you so embarrassed you're angry?
Sigh, maybe I was too blunt. Didn't consider her young girl's heart.
Though Vita was at least two hundred million years old, Themis still believed she must possess some vestige of a young girl's heart.
She grasped the feather that had lost its power and now drifted downward.
The blue-green peacock feather appeared both magnificent and noble.
Though she'd never seen a real Big Vita before, judging by the players' shared story scenes, peacocks truly matched Vita's demeanor and appearance.
Long ash-green hair, rose-red eyes, and a face identical to Su from the legends.
Moreover, if we consider the mainline story of Honkai 3rd where Su is Buddha, then having Vita in her peacock form feels completely natural.
After all, the Peacock Wisdom King is the Buddha Mother!
The Buddha Mother is the mother of Buddha. Though this familial relationship is as convoluted as a mountain path with eighteen twists, it's indeed established in the Investiture of the Gods.
Themis twirled the feather stem between her fingers, squinting. She couldn't shake the feeling this thing was a ticking time bomb in her possession.
Though the earlier test proved Vita couldn't read her mind, what if there were other surveillance methods?
What if this feather itself was a monitoring device? If she were constantly watched... The Little Vitas might be gullible, but Big Vita was full of tricks.
What if they discovered she'd deceived her younger siblings and meddled with the museum exhibits...
Just thinking about it briefly, Themis realized being discovered would be truly troublesome.
However, to be fair, these feathers are quite beautiful. They'd make perfect decorations.
Wearing them as a necklace around her neck is one thing, but hanging them as a chest ornament would be entirely inappropriate.
After all, Furina is her lover. If Furina found out about this, she would definitely throw a fit.
Then she'd come over and kiss Themis, declaring she was jealous.
As for Focalors, she'd probably coldly remove the feathers, then bite down on the exposed skin.
She might even replace the feathers with some trinket, claiming the spot as her territory and leaving her mark.
There's no help for it. Though fundamentally the same person, years of separation have made their personalities diverge completely, leading to entirely different behaviors.
But no need to worry. Even if both women get jealous, Themis will kiss them both.
Kisses, embraces, and then naturally progressing to a spring night worth a thousand gold.
Furina might eventually act like an ostrich, burying her face in Themis' chest and purring contentedly.
But Focalors... that woman would undoubtedly be bolder. Though stopping just short of going all the way is pure torture! No way! Could she really be so shameless?!
How can someone with Furina's exact face pull off so many different looks?
Could it be from serving as the Oratrice at the opera house? Five centuries of hearing bizarre cases might do that to you.
The more Themis thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She couldn't help but imagine pulling Focalors out of the opera house and taking her place to learn these new... er, no, to learn how to handle cases!
When Themis thought of Furina and Focalors, her eyes softened with affection, and her usual stern expression gradually melted away.
She casually tossed the feather she'd been holding onto the bedside table and lay back on the bed.
While the lingering thoughts of her lovers had washed away her initial wariness and anxiety, Themis decided to seize this opportunity for a good night's sleep.
Though work in Phosphorus City was light and shared among seven others, as Regent, she needed to maintain the proper attitude and demeanor!
The next morning, as sunlight spilled across Phosphorus City, Themis - who had long since developed the habit - opened her eyes at the prompting of her internal clock.
Stretching lazily, she pushed open the door.
Red Vita was already rubbing her sleepy eyes, being gently urged out of bed by the Orange Vita.
"Good morning, Sister Themis! Haah~"
Red opened her mouth, yawned, her drowsy expression endearing as even the tufts of hair on her head drooped listlessly.
Themis reached out, instinctively helping Red smooth her shoulder-length gray hair.
It felt like taking care of Furina, though the orange Encompassing beside them seemed more like a reliable mother figure.
Taking Red Vita's hand, Themis settled her on the seat and began tidying the girl's messy hair.
Seeing no further need for her assistance, Themis went to wash up.
Girls should always be clean and tidy, she thought. That's how to win Furina and Focalors' favor!
Hands on hips, Themis examined her reflection. Perfect - her appearance scored full points with no flaws!
This is the look that will keep Furina and Focalors fond of me!
Exiting the washroom, Themis found Cyan Vita in the living room organizing notebooks and pens.
She stood behind him, hands clasped behind her back, watching as he meticulously corrected and revised the pages.
The notebook contained clear records of recent events, neatly organized - just what one would expect from Phosphorus City's young scribe.
"Good morning, Cyan Vita."
When the boy finished his task, looking confident, Themis waved a hand from the side to greet him gently, avoiding any sudden startles.
"Ah!" Cyan Vita's hair stood on end, startling him slightly. But this minor fright paled in comparison to Red Vita's reckless charge earlier - nothing to fear here.
Quickly composing himself, he lifted his soft, adorable little face and greeted Themis with a cheerful "Good morning!"
"Sister Themis, what a lovely day today."
"Let's all work hard together today."
Cyan's endearing appearance made Themis chuckle. Among the seven Vitas, she particularly favored this one.
There was no help for it - who could resist a child who mirrored Furina's early days? With such extreme humility and self-doubt, bordering on excessive sensitivity that verged on low self-esteem.
"Alright, everyone, let's all do our best together," Themis encouraged.
Red jumped up, waving her hands and shouting, "Yeah! Let's go—!"
Orange held a comb, smiling warmly as she gazed at the girl. The hand resting on Red's shoulder tightened slightly.
Red shrank back to her seat, visibly intimidated.
The other Little Vitas gradually finished their morning routines.
A new day began with this beautiful morning. After enjoying Themis' delicious breakfast, everyone bid farewell full of energy, then went to their respective workplaces to complete the day's tasks.
The days continued to pass in this manner, one after another.
There were no disasters, no conflicts, only a peaceful tranquility that made it seem as if they were living in a utopia.
It felt surreal and unreal.
The peacock feather that had been carelessly tossed on the bedside table ceased its luminous display these past days. Defying Newton's laws of physics, it now floated effortlessly without needing him to pry open the coffin lid—a truly remarkable development.
This unbroken peace was indeed ideal, and Themis found herself thoroughly content.
The only flaw in this otherwise perfect existence was the absence of Furina and Focalors by her side.
Her longing for her lovers grew more intense with each passing day. Even in her dreams, she found herself constantly yearning for them, unable to escape thoughts of Furina and Focalors.
Sometimes these visions were innocent, but other times they depicted the two women flushed with passion, their pale, delicate skin tinged with an unnatural rosy hue, cheeks burning crimson.
Their eyes would mist over, teeth clenched to suppress moans, bodies trembling with barely contained desire.
These images stirred Themis to her core, making her ache to see them exposed in even greater detail.
Though dreams remained separate from reality, the boundary between the two realms grew increasingly blurred. At times, Themis couldn't tell whether her dream actions truly conveyed her love and longing to Furina and Focalors.
Ever since their reunion at the Opera House, each night brought Furina a special and wondrous dream—encounters with Themis in the void.
In this boundless darkness, she would always see a faint golden light, the presence of Themis.
These dream encounters became a sanctuary deep within Furina's soul, giving her the courage to face the pressures and responsibilities of reality.
During one such dream encounter, Furina found herself once again in that void.
The golden light shimmered as Themis' figure materialized before her.
Themis gazed at her with a gentle smile, her silent presence warmer than anything in the world to Furina.
"Furina, I can feel your emotions," Themis said softly, her eyes filled with concern. "Every night when darkness falls, I come here to meet you."
Her soft voice echoed through the dream realm. Themis reached out to embrace the tearful blue-white Cat who had finally found her family, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
As Themis kissed the tearful blue-white kitten in her arms, she mentally thanked the System. Though it might not possess its own consciousness, she was astonished to discover:
Ever since she'd mentally grumbled about the System's weak network signal,
She'd only spent a few days in Phosphorus City when her wish came true.
So the System adjusts its functions based on her desires and intentions!
Themis sincerely apologized to the System, her heart full of genuine remorse.
I'm sorry, System. All the mistakes are mine. There's no one in this world who treats me better than you!
By letting me meet Furina, embrace her, and kiss her, you're the best System in the world—the most perfect System!
While in Phosphorus City, Themis remained steadfast in her loyalty to the forum System.
The constant blur between dreams and reality taught her a small trick for discernment.
In her dreams, Furina never shed tears. Themis simply wanted her beloved to be happy and content.
Ahem, of course, tears during such moments should bring even greater joy.
Ahem, though such instances remain rare.
Dreams aren't reality, though we can meet within them.
Yet Furina's presence here as a spiritual entity makes her even more sensitive.
Themis feels both elated and deeply regretful. While dreams allow for diverse intimate scenarios, Furina's heightened sensitivity multiplies exponentially.
Sometimes she faints before the main act even begins.
Themis' heart aches with anguish!
"This dream realm is where our souls intertwine, the best proof of my existence in your heart and this world."
Though Themis' words carry profound implications, Furina remains utterly absorbed in the warmth of Themis' affection, not giving them deeper consideration.
Cradled in Themis' arms, kissed tenderly on the cheek and forehead, Furina experiences an indescribable warmth. She seems to forget all her worries as she simply exists in this dream realm with Themis.
Clutching at Themis' clothing, Furina lifted her head and finally voiced the question that had been burning in her heart, a question she could never bring herself to ask in reality: "Why did you have to choose to leave in such a way?"
"Themis..."
"Do you know how terrified I was back then?"
"I was scared you'd really leave me forever."
"That I'd lose you permanently, never to share anything with you again."
"Never to see your eyes, hear your voice, or feel your arms around me like this..."
As Furina's voice trembled with tears and fear, Themis gazed at her with gentle eyes. Suddenly, a soft smile appeared as she rested her chin on Furina's head, enveloping her petite frame in a tight embrace.
"Furina, everything I've done has been for you."
"Exactly as I've always said."
"I'll stay by your side until you find happiness."
Hearing Themis' words, Furina lifted her head and cried out, "But my happiness is you, Themis!"
"How could I ever feel happiness without you!"
Furina remained silent, deeply understanding Themis's feelings for her, yet her own longing grew stronger.
"We both miss you," Furina said. "Whether it's me or Focalors, we understand your feelings. We know how difficult it is for you to appear in my dreams like this. But we still hope you can return to us."
"Return to our reality and live with us."
Themis's eyes sparkled with golden light. She took Furina's hand and kissed it gently.
"Furina, I understand your feelings and Focalors's as well."
"I promise you, I will come back."
"Please wait for me. Keep waiting until I return."
"It might take a very long time. I can't guarantee when I'll be able to come back."
"The only thing I can promise is that I will always love you, and I will always love Focalors."
Their eyes met in the air, Themis's gaze filled with unhidden love and longing for Furina.
Furina nodded slightly. She wrapped her arms around Themis's waist, burying her head against her chest. "I'll wait forever, until the day you return to Fontaine. No matter how long it takes, you'll always be the eternal love in our hearts, our everlasting happiness."
Themis held Furina gently, their souls entwining in the void.
"The bond between us cannot be severed by time or distance. It grows stronger with each passing moment. You will never be alone, for I am always here. I will protect you, always and forever."
In the dream, their souls seemed to merge completely, becoming the most beautiful radiance in the dream realm.
Stars shone brightly, the cosmos filled with a mysterious yet tranquil power.
Furina felt an unprecedented sense of peace and strength, as if receiving Themis's blessing.
What followed was inevitable, flowing naturally.
The warmth of their embrace, their lips entwined in a kiss.
When Furina, gasping for air, tried to pull away, Themis deepened the kiss, holding her head firmly.
Under Furina's bashful yet yielding gaze, Themis' movements grew increasingly bold.
In the dream, Furina embraced Themis, surrendering herself completely.
Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as sweat dampened her hair.
Themis' fingers brushed a strand of glistening hair from Furina's back, bringing it to her lips for a kiss.
Time flew by in the dream's ecstasy, each moment stretching into eternity.
Regret and longing washed over Themis as she gazed at Furina's flushed face, the crimson hue lingering at the corners of her eyes.
With tender kisses, Themis traced Furina's slender neck, leaving a trail of red marks across the pale skin down to her collarbone.
The day's rough treatment of Furina had been too much. Long after Themis' departure, Furina remained unconscious in her wake.
As the dream dissipated, Furina awoke to find the golden seed Themis had left behind glowing faintly.
The seed's warm radiance matched the dream's warmth, as if Themis had left a blessing behind in that shared moment.
Furina clutched the seed tightly, feeling a warm current flow through her heart.
Recalling everything that had happened in the dream, Furina couldn't help but blush furiously.
Though such things had occurred more than once in her dreams, being toyed with by Themis until she fainted was still an embarrassing humiliation.
The curtains at the head of the bed were slightly open, morning light spilling onto the bedding. The warm glow felt like Themis' smile.
She sat up slowly. Last night, Furina had once again fallen asleep in Themis' room.
After Themis left, Furina could no longer sleep in her own room. Only the bedroom carrying Themis' scent could prevent her insomnia.
The bedding and mattress still carried a faint fragrance - Themis' scent.
Furina's jade-white fingers brushed her forehead, as if still carrying traces of last night's dream warmth and tenderness.
Her fingers gently touched the golden seed, which still retained some lingering light. She silently felt the faint warmth emanating from it, as if Themis were right beside her.
After rising, Furina crossed the room toward the window-side dresser.
Her reflection greeted her—white hair shimmering with silver in the morning light.
Furina sighed softly. The white hair in her dream bore the mark of Themis's kisses. For some reason, the Themis in her dreams always loved to twine her fingers through Furina's strands before pressing them to her lips.
Gathering her white hair, Furina gazed at the section that had been caressed by Themis's fingers. A blush gradually bloomed across her pale face.
Themis might not realize how utterly captivating she looked when acting like that.
No one could resist that sight—Themis's eyes brimming with unmasked affection and longing, her gaze filled with tender devotion and indulgence.
Who could refuse? Certainly not Furina, who basked in that adoration.
Picking up a comb, Furina began to brush her hair.
Each stroke seemed to carry echoes of past sweetness.
She closed her eyes, imagining Themis's fingers gently smoothing her hair, the soft touch lingering in her memory.
In truth, when Themis was still with her, much of Furina's hair care had been handled by Themis herself.
After finishing her hair, Furina stood before the vanity, gazing at her reflection.
Her long white hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her heterochromatic eyes—like crystalline droplets—shone with a light of hope.
Furina smiled at this version of herself. It was a stark contrast to the despondent figure she'd been before Themis' departure.
Without Themis, Furina had felt utterly helpless.
Even a fleeting dream encounter could reignite the hope and joy of reclaiming her treasure.
The shadow of Themis from her dreams gradually materialized before her. As Furina's memories stirred, she could almost see Themis smiling behind her.
She turned on the faucet, letting clear water flow over her fingers.
Her pale skin glistened in the steam, taking on an ethereal, crystalline quality.
She closed her eyes, letting droplets fall across her face, as if basking in Themis' tender affection.
After washing up, she emerged from the bathroom with loose hair swaying behind her, her skirt's hem dancing as she walked with graceful steps.
Every movement exuded elegance and composure.
The great star Furina was back!
She sat at the table, eating breakfast while gazing out the window, savoring this peaceful and beautiful morning.
Since the crisis of the Primordial Sea had ended, each day in Fontaine had been calm and uneventful.
This was especially true after the performance at the Opera House, where Themis had sung live on stage.
Everyone was spreading the word that Lady Themis had merely been severely wounded during the Prophecy crisis while battling the narwhal, leading to a temporary coma.
"Oh, if only they'd said so earlier!" the Fontainian exclaimed with a wave of his hand, his tone light and casual. "If we'd known the Regent was just temporarily injured and unconscious, we wouldn't have worried so much." He hurried off to his workplace.
Lumine watched the departing figure of the Fontainian and shrugged helplessly. Paimon and Lumine exchanged glances, realizing this wasn't an isolated case but a widespread belief among the Fontainians.
"I knew Themis's appearance at the Opera House caused a stir," Paimon said softly, "but I never imagined it would make the Fontainians believe she's actually still alive, just severely injured and needing rest."
"Uh, we've asked dozens of Fontainians along the way," Lumine added.
"Now that everyone thinks this way, we should go find Focalors and tell them about it," Paimon suggested. "Even if their guess might be right, we still need to let the Hydro Archon herself know about this."
"You're right," Lumine agreed.
The two women easily made their way to Palais Mermonia, passing Neuvillette's office.
Neuvillette watched helplessly as they walked straight past his office without stopping.
In the end, I misjudged their friendship. They only care about quest rewards.
The dragon felt sad and frustrated, but then a Melusines daily visit to the office to praise him helped him regain his enthusiasm for work.
So it's not my fault I like Melusines! They're Fontaine's pride and joy - such beautiful creatures! So gentle!
Unaware of Neuvillette's thoughts, Lumine and Paimon went straight into Themis's office.
Focalors, the goddess, was diligently working today as well.
Lumine looked at the sacred and gentle figure sitting where Themis used to sit to distribute rewards. She felt a pang of sympathy for the goddess.
So young, yet destined to remain a living widow forever. How tragic.
The beautiful widow Focalors, and the young widow Furina.
Lumine covered her face, overwhelmed by the revelations she'd witnessed these past days.
What is the Unofficial History author thinking? They've grown increasingly unrestrained in their storytelling!
What started as a standard eighteen-plus romance between a human and a god has now evolved into countless unorthodox scenarios.
Even the editors of the Unofficial History are bewildered.
They initially believed it was written by Lady Themis herself. But during the period of her death, the author furiously published one eighteen-plus tragedy after another.
These included, but were not limited to, the Regent Themis making her final plea to the Hydro Archon as she lay dying - begging the goddess of water to love her.
The divine being acquiesced, indulging in frenzied passion with her until the very last moment.
In the end, Regent Themis could only believe that this madness tinged with blasphemy was merely the guilt and mercy of the gods.
What the Regent didn't know was that all of this stemmed from the gods' unspoken love.
The gods' affection for the Regent was clear, but the consequences of it should have been borne by her alone.
Yet the gods couldn't follow her, left only to repeatedly cherish the beautiful memories of Regent Themis in their heart.
In the dead of night, they continued that frenzied act of love until dawn broke.
The gods wept day and night, spending their days in false dreams of longing and passion.
Though romantic in concept, Lumine patted her Yellow hair and felt a cold sweat.
As a firsthand witness, she found herself feeling utterly superfluous in this situation.
Sorry for disturbing the final moments between the gods and the Regent.
Wow! I'm really starting to feel like I deserve to die!
"Lumine? What's wrong?"
Paimon poked Lumine's cheek, puzzled by her sudden silence. Just moments ago, she'd been fine, but now she wore an expression of deep bitterness.
"Nothing. I just realized I'd slap myself twice if I woke up in the middle of the night."
Lumine's despondent expression and cryptic words left Paimon utterly confused.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was sharing with Focalors the widely circulated stories about Themis among Fontainians.
Focalors appeared to have just woken up, her face still bearing traces of sleepiness. She must have been roused by Lumine and Paimon's conversation.
The goddess blinked in confusion, her blue eyes—shaped like water droplets—gazing with hazy bewilderment.
Seeing Focalors in this state, Lumine's mind inevitably wandered to the Unofficial History.
Save me! Fontaine's Unofficial History is too powerful!
Stop thinking! Stop thinking now! My own mind!
Lumine mentally slammed against a wall, desperately trying to push aside the captivating, imagination-stoking wild stories.
Lumine coughed twice, feeling a bit guilty like a thief caught red-handed, and let Paimon take the lead in the conversation. She secretly sighed in relief.
This is perfect. I've never been so happy to be forced into silence.
If she accidentally let slip something she shouldn't, Lumine felt she'd deserve to take the sacred sword and slit her own throat.
The unofficial history might be tolerable, but dancing right in front of the main character? Does she want me to die faster?!
"Oh, rumors about Themis?" Focalors tilted her head, still somewhat dazed.
Her mind began to spin. She rubbed her temples, trying to wake up from the dream.
The events in the dream had been somewhat too excessive for the expected pleasure.
She felt Themis had been becoming increasingly rough lately.
After mentally envying Furina's situation for two seconds, Focalors straightened her divine garment, covering her thighs.
"Yes, that's right. Everyone in Fontaine believes Themis is merely severely injured and unconscious due to the Opera House incident."
As she spoke, Paimon poked her finger. "Although... it might not be entirely incorrect."
"Hmm, I understand." Focalors nodded, indicating her comprehension.
"This is actually good. At least Themis' traces are becoming increasingly numerous."
"People believing in her existence is beneficial for us."
"Being remembered is always better than being forgotten."
Focalors' face remained as calm as water, yet there was a hint of satisfaction.
Her words were indeed reasonable.
If the Stove God next door hadn't been found, and if not for the Archon and Madame Ping remembering him, he would have been forgotten in the river of history.
Even Liyue, with its memory-keeping God of Contracts, faced such challenges. How much more difficult must it be for other nations?
As the noble lady in Lumine's heart, Themis would be remembered by her for a lifetime.
This was the grace of rebirth from sixteen hundred Primogems!
With the message delivered, Lumine and Paimon didn't disturb Focalors' rest any further.
The two waved goodbye to Focalors and left the office directly.
Watching Lumine and Paimon depart, not forgetting to close the door behind them, Focalors let out a sigh of relief.
"Mmm..."
As fingers gently brushed against her soft abdomen, Focalors' eyes widened. She instinctively clutched the short white skirt hem that barely covered her thighs.
The divine attire was undeniably beautiful, but its simplicity and revealing design proved problematic.
For Focalors, it had never been an issue before.
But with the appearance of a bold lover, the once innocuous divine garment now carried erotic implications.
Gripping the skirt hem with unbearable urgency, Focalors clenched her teeth, furrowing her brow to suppress any sounds.
For reasons unknown to her, experiences from Furina's dream realm continued affecting her body even after waking.
This left Focalors facing daily difficulties since the Opera House incident.
Unlike Furina, who could remain sequestered in her bedroom all day, Focalors now shouldered Themis' responsibilities - keeping her constantly occupied.
It was a kind of exhausting yet somewhat troublesome happiness, but Focalors felt she could still handle it.
The divine aspect's endurance was better than her human side, and it recovered faster.
To the point where sometimes Themis would run back and forth between their two dream realms.
Focalors had to bear the happiness of two people alone.
Themis might have known about this, but she still enjoyed it endlessly.
She rubbed her legs restlessly. The advantage of being the Hydro Archon was her control over water, which prevented her from being completely exposed...
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