A gentle kiss landed on the priestess's forehead, and after the deities set up the barrier, they quietly turned away.
As the bathroom door closed, a pair of lively eyes slowly opened amidst the swirling mist.
Cassandra inhaled the rose fragrance on her body, a faint elegant smile appearing on her face.
Master, you guessed wrong about one thing:
This is not a painful sacrifice, but a joyful choice.
As her thoughts surged, Cassandra couldn't help but think of the God of Light Apollo, who had unsuccessfully courted her but was left helpless.
She could dedicate herself to the country, but in her own way; no one could easily force her to do anything she didn't want to do.
The deities, too, were the same.
As for why I would so willingly please you...
Cassandra looked at the closed bathroom door, smiling with her lips pursed.
You say I bear too much, but aren't you the same?
