He couldn't catch a break, first it had been Emilia and now… the literal goddess of light?
"Your lover?" His voice was measured, almost cautious, though he could feel the tightness in his chest.
"Yes," the goddess replied without hesitation. Her tone was calm, yet her body betrayed her.
She drew herself closer, her golden hair spilling like radiant silk over her shoulders, her divine glow softening the edges of the room. "You're planning to save the world, are you not?"
Azel's gaze sharpened.
His hand, now holding the warm porcelain teacup, froze halfway to his lips.
"How did you…?" The question left his mouth before he could stop himself.
His eyes flicked to hers, surprise flashing through them.
But the goddess only smiled, serene, unfazed by his disbelief.
"I don't exactly know why you want to help," she said softly. "But we have somewhat the same goals."
