As she was about to fall into a deep sleep, she felt as if she had seen something just a moment ago.
Turning back the blanket, she saw a huge photo on the wall opposite her. In the photo, a man and a woman were both showing an unusually familiar smile, which surprised her greatly. She was certain she knew these two people, but now she couldn't recall the names of the couple...
Outside the door, two girls tiptoed in, each carrying a small bowl of steaming soup and some sweets.
"Who are the people in the photo?" she asked, covering her naked body with the blanket: "Where are my clothes?"
"Your clothes are here, please feel free to ask for anything you need! You can call me Lenesia, and she is my sister, Lenelia." The two girls looked exactly the same; if not for their introduction, it would be impossible to tell which was the elder and which the younger. The gentle-speaking elder sister produced two sets of pristine white robes and several exquisite dresses of various styles from a storage ring, piling them beside the bed.
"He, and that woman, who are they to me?" She was eager to know the answer, but the sisters seemed not to understand at all.
"Haven't you noticed? She looks a lot like you but is a bit older... Actually, she's your sister! And the man with her is the Dark Night Prince of the Demon Abyss, who was assassinated by an assassin from the celestial realm, and your sister later died of a broken heart! Did the assassins hit you with amnesia?" Lenelia, the younger sister, asked curiously.
"It seems so, I've lost my memory. What's my name?" She was very confused, not even remembering her own name, which was strange.
"You're Metis! Don't you even remember your own name?" Lenelia seemed very surprised.
"My mind is a blank, I can't remember many things. Give me some hints!" Metis, reborn, felt a bit of a headache, not real pain, but a sense of emptiness and unfathomable anxiety.
"It's a long story, get dressed first, and eat something to warm up your stomach..." The elder sister considerately turned their bodies slightly away with her sister.
On the other side, Rody was in high spirits, practicing newly understood techniques with the Starry Sky Spear.
Chris, seeing that he had forgotten about his cross-dressing, secretly smiled and went back to continue writing her "Memoirs." Rody certainly wouldn't leave any writings in this world; he would only leave behind miraculous legends. Whether in military tactics or the magical martial arts from his past life memories, he would not leave a trace in this world.
Although he often instructed the elite squad in martial skills, it was limited to fighting spirit and magic, or practical techniques for combat.
The martial arts mental techniques from his past life memories, even if taught to the women, were limited only to his faithful lovers.
Chris understood Rody well, because if these things fell into the hands of those with ill-intentions, it would be a disaster for the world. Rody wouldn't stay in this human world forever; he would eventually take everyone to the divine realm, and would not leave any hidden dangers in the world. All the magical techniques from the Eastern world of the universe would be taken away.
What Rody would leave to the world would be magical weapons or magic and fighting spirit techniques that he personally improved, but there would be no trace of the Eastern world.
In her memoirs, Chris would impartially record all her memories with Rody.
But regarding everything about the Eastern world, Chris would respect Rody's wishes and not mention those things that do not belong to the human world.
Previously, leaders of a hundred nations had signed a thousand-year covenant, stipulating that no one should use the tactics Rody once used against the angel-demon coalition to invade other countries, to prevent a great catastrophe in the human world if the nations started warring without restraint in hundreds of years.
"Little Rody, I need to talk to you about something." Marshal Feng Desman came, bringing a priest with him.
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"Marshal, is it about the matters of Mount Light and the Temple?" Rody embraced Marshal Feng Desman and inquired. Seeing the marshal arriving, the women waved and left cheerfully, leaving them to attend to national matters like these.
"You really can't hide anything from me. The temple on Mount Light has been destroyed by the angels, and it's now impossible to teleport to the heavenly realm from there. All the clergy inside the temple have been expelled, and it has become ruins even before King Adrugeser of Great Frey could attack. However, there is another place you might want to check out... On the day I dueled with the Orc's Ax King Leon in the Silent Forest, we were both badly injured and sealed inside the God's Tomb. It took a long time for Leon and me to break the seal and escape," Marshal Feng Desman recounted the past.
"Do you want me to visit the ruins of the God's Tomb?" Rody's interest in hunting down angels was not as great as reviving the high-level life bones of the God's Tomb ruins as his dark slaves.
"You should go alone to this matter, and let no one know, as it's a disturbance to the saints' eternal rest," Marshal Feng Desman whispered.
"Understood," Rody responded, then asked the priest, "Did His Holiness the Pope send you?"
"Great Son of God, His Holiness the Pope said that the people's hearts are very stable now. He suggests that you advise the nations of the world to re-establish wandering clerics to spread faith, to fill the spiritual emptiness in people's hearts. His letter to you is here, please allow me to take my leave," the priest presented a magically sealed letter and then bowed and left.
"His Holiness is right, little Rody, without the power of faith, humans will struggle to match the angels," Marshal Feng Desman said.
"I might be a bit hasty. After returning from the conquest of hell, I will propose this plan to the kings of the world. For now, I can think of other ways to provide temporary spiritual solace, like entertainment and dance. I'll have the girls from the Dear Fan Love Group tour and perform; it should be somewhat helpful," Rody had already discussed these matters with Chris. He deeply cared about human faith, and they had made comprehensive plans a few days ago.
"Alright, I can't help with these things. Here's the map," Marshal Feng Desman drew a map of what he had seen and handed it to Rody.
"Marshal, how is the training and road construction going?" Rody inquired about the situation in Saint Song.
"Haha, everything is going exceptionally well. The people have never supported our work so much. The prisoners of war are a bit of a hassle due to their large number, but they are behaving. Don't worry, the road construction won't be delayed," Marshal Feng Desman patted Rody's shoulder, declined his dinner invitation, and went back to busy himself in Saint Song.
Rody wanted to talk to him about the God's Tomb ruins, but Marshal Feng Desman seemed reluctant to discuss it further, so he let it go.
Just as he was about to talk to Chris, passing by the beautiful tutor's room, he suddenly remembered the promise he made to her, which was half a day overdue. He had planned to meet this morning, but treating Metis had delayed him.
He knocked on the beautiful tutor's door, found she wasn't there, and then boldly opened the door to look inside.
He discovered the room was very simple, filled with magical books and various complex magic circle diagrams. To Rody's surprise, the beautiful tutor had drawn a picture of her own back, strikingly lifelike.
In the painting, the ground was covered with green grass, and the sky was drizzling with light rain, appearing grey and overcast.
Rody's figure stood under a tree, and in the distance of the painting's perspective, barely noticeable was a small dot, seemingly a little girl with an umbrella approaching slowly... Her face was unclear, but through the faintly pink umbrella, it was evident that her mood contrasted sharply with the grey rainy day.
Was this painting a reflection of the beautiful tutor's state of mind?
Or perhaps, in her heart, there was some secret that Rody needed to explore slowly.
The man in the painting was undoubtedly himself, as in this world, no one else had black hair and black eyes... Did the beautiful tutor want to meet him in the rain? Rody was somewhat astonished and pleasantly surprised.
"What are you doing in my room? You've got some nerve. Can you just enter a girl's room as you please?" The beautiful tutor had returned without him knowing.
"I knocked, but when I found you weren't here, I came in to wait," Rody made an excuse.
"It's not morning now, and I don't have time to learn the 'Dragon Stick Technique' with you. I'm very busy, extremely busy, do you understand? You should just sit quietly when you enter, not rummage through someone's things, it's despicable!" The beautiful tutor saw Rody standing in front of the painting, her face flushed with a hint of red, both annoyed and angry. She pulled Rody away from the painting and then punched him twice on the head with her little fists.
"Have you had dinner yet? Shall we eat together?" Rody quickly changed the topic to avoid further awkwardness.
"I've already eaten. I'm your teacher, of course, I dined with Her Highness the Sage of Wisdom. If you're hungry, go eat, don't make a mess here!" The beautiful tutor emphasized that she was Rody's teacher, different from the other women.
"Why hasn't Gill been coming to Rody City lately? What is she doing in the Seven Clans' lands?" Rody was curious. Obedient Gill always followed him, except when he went to battle. But recently, she had returned to the Seven Clans' lands and hadn't come back for over a month. Was she helping him with Sistace or the Succubus sisters?
"She's busy with something, unlike you, who's always loafing around..." The beautiful tutor pushed Rody towards the door.
"Gill?" Rody suddenly couldn't help but think of that obedient little cutie in his heart. It had been so long since he had seen her. Was she alright?