Huh? Are they all real?

With this inexplicable feeling, Lily turned her head, wanting to see who was behind her.

Then, she saw a woman whose whole body was hidden in the curtains.

The figure is graceful, but the true appearance cannot be seen.

But there is a very otherworldly elegance.

And inexplicably familiar and strange.

After being stunned for a moment, Lily asked:

"Who are you?"

Only the graceful woman whose face was always blurred said to Lily:

"That's not important, kid. What's important is that I'm taking you away."

"Where to go?"

Seeing the other person's hand reaching towards her, Lily subconsciously stepped back and asked this question.

The other party's answer made her even more uneasy.

"No matter where you are, you can't be here. This will make the situation gradually get out of hand."

In front of the opponent, with the throne behind her that she dared not touch, Lily had no choice but to retreat.

I can only close my eyes in fear and wait for everything to end.

It was also at the moment she closed her eyes that she felt a light breeze.

This made her couldn't help but open her eyes, and she saw an even more incomprehensible scene.

The tall goddess who was as proud as a lion stood in front of her at some point and held the hand tightly.

Denise the storm goddess? ? ?

The tall beauty who was almost identical to the statue behind her instantly caused poor Lily Heather to shut down on the spot.

The conversation between the two parties made her even more confused about the world and her situation.

The graceful woman whose hand was grabbed by the Storm Goddess was not angry. She just looked at the other person and said with a smile:

"Hello, we haven't officially met yet, my sister."

She calls the Storm Goddess sister? ? ?

The goddess who still didn't let go said without any fluctuation in her voice:

"We are not sisters, we are just grouped together because we belong to the same Creator."

The other party ignored this. She just gradually approached the tall Storm Goddess, and then stretched out her hand towards the other party's face:

"No matter what, we are all sisters. This cannot be changed. At the same time, please allow me to call myself a sister."

Lily, who was just behind the two goddesses, couldn't understand all this.

Then she saw the Storm Goddess ruthlessly opening the hand reaching for her cheek:

"I said, we are not sisters, I don't like you, don't touch me."

The graceful woman hidden in the curtain still showed no sign of anger. She just smiled and tilted her head and looked at her and said:

"You don't like me touching you, or you don't like people other than him touching you?"

This time, the Storm Goddess finally fell silent.

But after a moment, she still spoke:

"I am a weapon and should not be picked up or touched by others."

But such an answer made the graceful woman reveal obvious sadness:

"My sister, you are not a weapon, you are a human being, a person with love. You should not consider yourself a ruthless weapon, you should embrace a better future."

Among the four holy objects, the Holy Grail is only the Holy Grail. The whereabouts of the Holy Sword are still unknown. Only the Holy Spear is close to her.

Lily couldn't see what the Storm Goddess' expression was, and she didn't dare to really look at it. The reason why she is still here is simply because she doesn’t know whether she should run away or not.

However, Lily also felt that the Storm Goddess seemed angry at this moment.

There's no reason, it's just a feeling.

If anything, it was probably the Storm Goddess’s answer that had a rare ups and downs in her voice:

"Don't put your ideas on me. I am different from you. I am a weapon, a weapon that belongs to my master."

Seeing this, the graceful woman who must also be a goddess said something that almost scared Lily to death:

"You regard yourself as a weapon, but as a weapon you failed to protect your master."

Is this something that can be said?

Don't be afraid, please take care of the mood of this little character like me!

Lily was really frightened by these words.

Even she, a stranger, knew how explosive these words were for a goddess.

Hey, you don't have a king anymore because you didn't protect him!

Is there any difference between what she just said and this?

No!

Sure enough, there is no need to feel it anymore.

Lily could see the endless anger from the back of this storm goddess who was said to be severely lacking in emotion.

"Don't you think I would burn your forest?"

The angry voice of the Storm Goddess scared Lily so much that she shrank behind the throne.

She felt that if a fight really broke out, this might be her only chance to survive.

Oh my God, what on earth did I do to get involved in such a terrible thing?

Then, Lily saw some operations of the high-end game.

"Very well, my sister, you are still angry. This shows that you do not really regard yourself as a ruthless weapon, because you used to never have such unnecessary emotions as anger."

The storm goddess's anger was suddenly suppressed by the opponent's joke.

She slightly raised her eyebrows and said:

"What exactly do you want to say?"

The other party smiled and said:

"Admit it, my sister, although you have not learned to love others, you have learned to love him. Have you not?"

"So what? He is my master, my king. It is natural that I love him. And what does this have to do with you being here?"

The Storm Goddess, who had been holding the other's wrist, suddenly raised her hand and approached her, asking this question from a superior position.

The goddess, who was not affected by such momentum at all, still smiled elegantly:

"Don't you know the answer, my sister?"

The Storm Goddess slightly moved her eyes away and said:

"You are not my sister. I don't have a sister either."

She repeated her previous argument:

"This is a fact, no matter from what aspect."

The Storm Goddess slightly turned her eyes back, looked at her very seriously and warned her:

"If you have nothing else, please leave, I just want to protect my master."

She raised her head and said, literally shorter than the Storm Goddess:

"I just want him to be able to go on according to his own wishes, and I think you are the same. But you and I must know that this can't go on."

At the same time, she also pulled her hand out of the Storm Goddess's hand for the first time.

She gently placed her fingers on the equally towering chest of the Storm Goddess and said:

"You think you are just a weapon, so you remain silent, but in fact, you don't think so, right?"

The Storm Goddess completely looked away.

There was no answer, but it was already answered.

"You are different from that child. Although we are as afraid of losing again as she is, we want to hold on tightly, but she holds too tightly."