The golden seed glimmered with a warm light as Furina cradled it in her hands.
She hurried to the backstage room at the Opera House, once used for crew members' rest.
Now empty and silent, Furina gazed at the golden seed, her eyes brimming with hope.
"Themis...?"
"Is that you? Themis."
Furina whispered the name softly.
The golden seed continued to flash, as if responding to her call. But under Furina's watchful gaze, its light remained unchanged—while the person she longed for failed to appear before her.
Furina's heart raced with anxiety as she waited tensely.
Yet the seed's glow gradually dimmed, mirroring the fading light in Furina's eyes.
With a deep sigh, Furina clutched the seed, her expression somewhat despondent.
She tucked the seed back into her inner garments and absentmindedly settled into a nearby chair.
Seated there, Furina's dejected demeanor was both pitiful and endearing, like a blue-white Cat that had been forgotten.
When Focalors finished the trial and quietly approached, she found Furina gazing at her with tear-filled eyes.
"Furina?"
Looking around, Focalors couldn't spot Themis' presence, which left her feeling somewhat disheartened as well.
It was unclear whether Themis hadn't appeared at all or had simply been present for an imperceptibly brief moment.
However, comforting Furina took precedence at that moment.
Focalors wrapped her arms around Furina, gently stroking her hair.
"Furina, Themis will return."
"Don't be sad, Furina. If Themis saw you like this, she'd worry."
"The day of our reunion after such a long separation should be a joyful one."
Focalors' voice carried gentle reassurance, her identical face standing in stark contrast to Furina's.
Compared to Furina, Focalors appeared more mature and composed.
During Themis' absence, Focalors cared for Furina like an older sister.
Though fundamentally one being, Focalors, as a divine entity, exuded greater reliability.
Moreover, being Themis' lover, Focalors understood perfectly the emotional impact of Themis' departure on Furina's psyche.
Furina murmured softly, nestling against Focalors' embrace.
Focalors' physical form, composed of fragments from Themis' shell, carried the same unmistakable fragrance as her absent lover.
"There, there, it's alright, Furina."
"Themis comes every night."
"If you want to see her, return to Palais Mermonia and sleep well."
Holding Furina, Focalors spoke with the comforting tone reserved for children.
Yet as Furina heard mention of the night's dream, her earlobes flushed crimson beneath her silken hair.
"Neuvillette's affairs remain unresolved; I still have matters to attend to."
"I'll take you back once I've finished here."
"Stay put and don't wander off, Furina."
Hearing Focalors' words, Furina weakly protested, "I'm not a child, Focalors. Saying such things makes me wonder if you think I'm that naive."
"No." Focalors shook her head gently, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I just find you incredibly adorable."
"When you're upset, you're like a lost kitten on the street needing a comforting pat."
Furina's feline-like features fell into a pout. "Don't think I can't tell when you're calling me a child."
"I never said you were a child, though~"
Furina didn't believe her.
"It's true." Focalors' gaze held nothing but sincerity, her words filled with genuine affection. "I simply find you charmingly innocent."
Furina's face, mirroring Focalors' own, radiated pure innocence and charm. Even in her huffiness, she resembled nothing so much as an adorable kitten. One could imagine that when Themis teased Furina in the past, she must have thought the same thing.
Focalors approached the door and glanced back at Furina, who sat in the chair looking small and delicate. Though it might sound narcissistic to say so...
But... Furina, glowing in the sunlight, was truly beautiful.
"Heh~"
The melancholy in Focalors' eyes softened, and her mood lifted considerably.
As the door gently closed, only Furina remained in the room.
Focalors' departure left the space quiet once more.
Furina lay sprawled on the table, sunlight streaming through the window. Golden light cascaded over her body, creating a shimmering veil of light around her.
Resting her head on her arm, Furina frowned slightly, lost in thought.
Time passed, minute after minute, until her arm grew numb from supporting her weight.
Furina finally straightened up and began pacing the room.
As she walked back and forth, she toyed with the seed in her palm.
The seed lay in her palm. She raised it toward the sunlight, and the transparent, pure seed refracted the sun's rays like a golden gemstone.
Every day when Focalors channeled energy into it, it would greedily absorb the power.
Sometimes, after Focalors finished transferring energy and her face turned pale, Furina would worry about her condition.
Though Focalors remained quiet, pretending nothing was wrong, Furina understood that Focalors too longed to reunite with Themis.
"Themis... When will you finally return?"
Though the Themis in her dreams felt so real, Furina yearned to embrace the real Themis standing before her.
Moreover, no matter how she tried to justify it, the fact that Focalors could sense every intimate moment during their dream encounters was utterly humiliating!
Yet this thought brought another question to Furina's mind:
When Themis returned, who would she sleep with?
Even if she and Focalors were the same person, this was simply too much to challenge Furina's sense of shame!
Imagine being kissed by Themis while Focalors stared intently at her embarrassing state... Or worse, stumbling upon Focalors kissing Themis...
Furina felt like she might faint at any moment.
Of course, if they didn't want a three-way, Furina and Focalors could merge into the complete Hydro Archon, perfectly resolving the issue.
But Furina actually didn't want to merge with Focalors. It would feel like watching Themis and a stranger do... well, you know, with that sour jealousy.
Because when they separated again, the shared memories felt like watching a movie - no real sense of participation.
While Furina was caught up in these wild thoughts, Focalors and Neuvillette were still hard at work.
Focalors had just slipped over here earlier, but since Themis hadn't emerged, there was no reason to stay longer.
While Furina was struggling to understand the dynamics between the three of them, Themis, having been sent back by Su, felt utterly disoriented.
Perhaps because she lacked a physical body, Themis had been drawn straight toward her destination by the seed's guidance, cutting through walls and doors without deviation.
Her soul pierced through countless households, passing through walls and doors without restraint.
Had Themis been conscious, she might have adjusted her path accordingly.
Having resided in Fontaine for five centuries, she could have found her target location even with eyes closed.
But being unconscious was not the same as being asleep.
The System raced across the city, dragging its host along.
It could no longer bear to watch its host unwittingly breach rooms filled with couples' intimate moments.
Following the markers left by its host, the System guided her toward her wife's location.
When they arrived, Opera Epiclese buzzed with activity.
But upon reaching the destination, the System faced a dilemma.
There were two wives - which one should it deliver its host to?
The System frantically calculated which option would be better, but the result proved...
Furina was the best choice.
Look:
The host liked Furina, and Focalors saw Furina as the most perfect human to love.
The system, having instantly made up its mind, found Furina who had left the Opera House stage and was now in a backstage room.
Then it stuffed the host's soul into the seed and stopped meddling.
The seed, having welcomed its master, began releasing the power it had absorbed to nourish her soul. It blurred her identity as an outsider, coating her in a protective layer that shielded her from Celestia's perception. This prevented the world from instinctively rejecting her presence.
It was much like how Celestia had once fished Themis out from beyond the world and granted her a body.
Both processes made the world accept her as one of its own, allowing Themis to function more effectively.
However, Themis's sleep quality was rather good - a baby-like slumber that left her completely unaware of these events.
At the end of the day, the ride they'd hitched was quite bumpy. To avoid getting thrown around and vomiting, Themis had simply slept through the whole journey.
When Themis woke up, the Palais Mermonia was shrouded in darkness.
Clutching her head, Themis felt disoriented. Where am I?
As her mind cleared, her eyes gradually focused, and memories resurfaced.
This is what happens when you sleep too much—you feel dazed upon waking.
Blinking, Themis emerged from her seed and surveyed the surroundings. The decorations looked familiar—this was her bedroom, where she'd resided for five centuries.
Recognizing the room, Themis felt a surge of excitement. I'm home!
Yet outside, only streetlights pierced the darkness.
Her bedroom glowed brightly—someone must be living here.
Themis's gaze swept the room, but found no occupants.
Her large eyes darted about, refusing to believe her seed had been left alone like this.
Shocked! My wife has abandoned me! Have I fallen out of favor?!
As wild thoughts swirled through her mind, Themis instinctively dismissed the notion.
Her two wives were both just like her—women who devoted their hearts completely to one person!
How could she possibly open a harem, becoming that kind of trash who forgets her deceased wife the moment she wakes from a dream?
Just as Themis was pondering why the seed had been left alone, footsteps approached the door.
A smile blossomed on Themis' face. She could recognize Furina's footsteps anywhere.
But Themis felt this hard-won reunion shouldn't be rushed.
Okay, mainly she wanted to see how her blue-white Cat had been living in Fontaine after she left.
Controlling her spiritual body to become transparent, Themis sat on the bed, gazing toward the door.
The bedroom door opened gently, and in walked Furina, looking like a small piece of candy in her white nightgown.
Furina pushed open the door, completely unaware of the unusual presence in the room, nor did she realize the person she'd been longing for had returned to her side.
The blue-white little candy's face was full of sleepiness, her yawns coming one after another.
Seeing Furina so exhausted, Themis couldn't help feeling a twinge of heartache.
Themis stroked her chin as she watched Furina deftly lift a corner of the quilt and settle into her own bed, dutifully murmuring goodnight to the golden seed she'd left behind.
While pondering whether to immediately enter the dream realm and comfort Furina, Themis considered: Furina's already exhausted enough in reality. Wouldn't vigorous dream activities only wear her out further?
Though Themis desired intimacy with Furina, showing consideration for her fatigue seemed the right choice.
Just because I enjoy certain activities with Furina doesn't mean my mind's constantly filled with lecherous thoughts!
Having decided on her course of action, Themis sat at the edge of the bed.
She watched as Furina gradually drifted into sleep.
The blue-white Catcat appeared equally docile in slumber, yet unlike her energetic daytime demeanor, Furina's relaxed form revealed furrowed brows and a tightly curled posture - clear signs of restless sleep.
"Furina..."
Themis materialized, her astral body coalescing into solid form.
She lifted the quilt and slipped into bed, carefully gathering Furina into her embrace.
Sensing the familiar presence, Furina didn't immediately open her eyes in alertness.
Instead, when embraced by Themis after their long separation, Furina instinctively snuggled deeper into her arms, unconsciously nuzzling against her.
Adorable Furina, Themis thought, her eyes curving with affection. The smile on her face gradually deepened as she mentally praised Furina's cuteness.
Lying together on the same bed after so long apart - it truly felt wonderful.
Though dreaming...
Resting her chin in her hand, Themis gazed at Furina's sleeping face.
She had come up with a playful idea and envisioned the perfect reunion scene.
Holding Furina close, Themis kissed her cheek and forehead, smoothing out the furrowed brows until a peaceful expression settled on her face.
Looks like she's having a good dream.
Themis gently caressed Furina's cheek.
If Furina weren't already asleep - any more forceful action might wake the sensitive Cat - Themis would have eagerly told her how much she'd missed her.
But then again...
"Furina is sleeping in my bedroom..."
"Then... where exactly is Focalors right now?"
Themis opened her eyes wide as she recalled her dreams from Phosphorus City.
Good grief, not a single mention of Focalors!
This made Themis question her very existence. Could it be that Focalors never once held her remaining seed while sleeping?!
Though she wasn't completely certain about the dreams, there should at least have been some chance of it happening!
Every night, Furina was the one holding the seed while sleeping. So what was Focalors doing?
Curiosity - that's what it all boiled down to. Overwhelming curiosity.
Though gods don't require sleep, it couldn't be that Focalors was lying wide-awake in bed every night, could it?
Her spiritual form began to fade as Themis carefully withdrew from the room without disturbing Furina.
Using her innate Skill of Wall Passing, she left the bedroom.
Furina's bedroom was right next door. Themis entered Furina's own room, which was completely empty.
As she passed Neuvillette's room, Themis paused and peeked inside.
Oh my goodness! Has Neuvillette been infected by Furina's habits?
How could there be an entire cabinet full of cakes in the small kitchen of his room?!
Themis' expression turned complicated, worried that Neuvillette might eat so many cakes he'd make himself sick.
After a moment's consideration, Themis realized Neuvillette wasn't Furina—there was no way he'd overeat to the point of vomiting.
Without further ado, Themis exited Neuvillette's room. She decided against disturbing the deeper chambers, reasoning that interrupting someone's sleep in the middle of the night was simply impolite.
Besides, she was a married woman. If she wanted a midnight stroll, she should go drag Focalors along, not the dragon!
As for Furina... well, the little candy clearly still operated within mortal limitations. Though she could forgo sleep, she'd undoubtedly be exhausted the next day. Best not to tempt fate.
Playing with Furina was better suited for daylight hours.
Of course, Themis didn't mean to imply daytime was unsuitable for playing with Focalors either.
It's just that nights always seemed more... enjoyable, if Focalors so desired.
Having checked all three bedrooms on the top floor without finding Focalors, Themis grew puzzled about where she might have gone.
Surely she wasn't still handling official duties in the middle of the night?
With a skeptical attitude, Themis descended to the administrative areas of Palais Mermonia.
Seeing her office brightly lit, Themis blinked in bewilderment.
Ah, how long had she been gone? Her work had already been taken over!
This is it. I'm unemployed!
Devastated and feeling wronged, Themis never imagined she'd one day face the prospect of becoming a vagrant in Fontaine.
She passed through the wall. The office lights were on, but contrary to her expectations, there was no one working overtime.
Instead, she found Focalors slumped over the desk, her white divine robes draped over her. Her head rested on her arm, breathing deep and steady in sleep.
Themis tilted her head, internally sighing.
Then anger flared. "What's this? I didn't give you this body to mistreat it like this!"
One after another. At least Furina knew to return to her bedroom for rest. But Focalors here, collapsing directly onto the desk? What if she caught a cold?!
Even gods couldn't catch physical colds, but mental exhaustion was real!
Sleeping at a desk could never compare to the comfort of a proper bed!
This was the wisdom Themis had accumulated as a Regent over five centuries of bureaucratic service.
It was a pity Focalors didn't understand.
With a resigned sigh, Themis spoke:
"Though I'm a bit angry, I still want to thank you, Focalors. Thank you for handling my work."
Manifesting her physical form, Themis reached out, encircling Focalors' waist and legs, and lifted her effortlessly.
The movement was abrupt, and unlike Furina's situation, Focalors' sleep had been restless and light to begin with.
Having been half-awake and poorly rested, being suddenly picked up from her slumped position on the desk would inevitably rouse her. Focalors couldn't possibly remain oblivious like Furina had.
Observing Focalors' fluttering eyelids, Themis realized she was feigning sleep.
With Furina already asleep in the bedroom, Themis couldn't risk waking her. The only available space was Furina's room.
Pushing open the door, Themis carried Focalors' delicate frame inside and gently kicked the door shut with her foot.
The bedroom light illuminated Focalors' porcelain skin, casting a luminous glow around her.
Laying Focalors on the bed, Themis felt a mix of exasperation and amusement. What's with this stubbornness? Still refusing to open your eyes?
Focalors lay on the soft bedding, her beautiful face framed by sacred divine robes and snow-white hair that Themis loved to play with. The entire scene resembled a pure, flawless flower - beautiful and innocent.
Themis gazed intently at Focalors' face, her heart burning with passion.
Bending down, Themis reached out and hooked a stray lock of hair behind Focalors' ear with her pinky finger. She then spread her hand across Focalors' cheek, gently stroking it back and forth.
The hair's tip pricked slightly, but the sensation was mostly ticklish.
Focalors kept her eyes tightly shut, her fingers curling slightly at the sides.
She dared not open her eyes, fearing this might be a dream. If she woke, she'd have to endure the agonizing wait in reality again.
Unfortunately, Themis didn't understand Focalors' thoughts. She simply thought it was fine for Focalors to keep her eyes closed.
After all, Themis harbored no ill intentions. She had simply been separated from her lover for too long and wanted to kiss and embrace her more.
Soft lips brushed Focalors' forehead in a gentle kiss. Themis cradled Focalors' cheeks in her hands, her eyes half-closed as she nuzzled close.
The cheeks felt soft and slightly cool, yet remained as beautiful as ever.
Unable to resist, Themis gently bit Focalors' cheek. The pressure was light, focusing only on the softness of Focalors' face against her teeth.
Warm breaths caressed Focalors' face, the air thick with Themis' scent.
Focalors wondered, Is this dream becoming too real?
"Focalors?"
Themis's fingers traced the curve of her body before grasping Focalors' hand that hung by her side. The figure sitting on the bed leaned forward, pressing against Focalors.
Themis's voice whispered in her ear, the three-syllable name always carrying such tenderness and boundless affection.
Focalors' eyelids fluttered. She couldn't escape her longing for Themis.
She simply wanted to see Themis' face again, to hold her properly, to embrace her.
Parting her eyelids slightly, Focalors peeked open her eyes.
Themis' face hovered inches away, closing the distance until their lips met in a surprised kiss.
"Mmm..."
Focalors' eyes widened like twin pools of water as her hands instinctively rose to brace Themis' shoulders.
Themis pulled back after a fleeting kiss, but Focalors' arms locked around her neck, halting the retreat.
"What's wrong, Focalors?"
Themis' golden eyes, now inches from Focalors' face, reflected the girl's confusion. "Did I hurt you?"
Focalors remained silent, her gaze fixed on Themis.
The golden-eyed woman, seeing Focalors' unresponsiveness, assumed she'd caused discomfort by her weight.
Focalors reached out awkwardly, placing her hand beside Themis's ear while carefully avoiding her long, cool white hair, afraid to press it down onto her scalp again.
Her voice carried a softness that Themis found puzzling. Focalors's uncharacteristic silence since earlier had begun to worry her.
"Focalors...?"
"What's wrong?"
Focalors's hand, which had been wrapped around Themis's neck, now brushed against her cheek.
Under Themis's gaze, half-concerned and half-confused, Focalors let out a long sigh.
"It must be because I missed you so much, Themis."
"Why else would you speak to me with such gentleness?"
Focalors murmured, her words tinged with self-mockery.
Still staring at the ceiling, Focalors failed to notice the peculiar expression that had settled on Themis's face.
So, she'd been treating this as a dream.
Understanding Focalors's misconception, Themis narrowed her eyes.
Now this was interesting. She wanted to see what Focalors would do, convinced she was dreaming.
Focalors slowly sat up, and Themis obediently straightened her back, returning to the bed's edge. Her eyes, shimmering with an ethereal light, remained fixed on Focalors.
From her seated position, Focalors scrutinized Themis's form. Truth be told, this wasn't the first time Themis had appeared in her dreams. But previous visions had always been hazy and indistinct—nothing like this crystalline clarity.
Focalors reached out to poke Themis's cheek, surprised by its softness—identical to any mortal's flesh. Under Themis's steady gaze, her hands grew restless, roaming across the goddess's body. With practiced ease, she undid the sash securing Themis's white gown.
Pushing Themis onto the bed, Focalors began a thorough exploration of the divine form. Has Themis's figure always been this... perfect? she wondered. The God's hands lingered on Themis's chest, comparing the goddess's curves to her own. The resulting comparison left Focalors momentarily speechless.
This wasn't really a big problem, after all, as a God, her perspective differed from that of humans.
The small one is quite cute too, isn't it? At least Furina is very adorable, with no issues at all.
"Focalors... what are you doing...?"
Themis lay on the bed, watching Focalors lift her skirt up to her abdomen.
The cool fingers resting on her soft belly made Themis's stomach involuntarily tense, her face and brows furrowing in confusion.
"Hmm~ So that's how you see me, Themis? I can't believe you'd think I'd react like this in this situation."
Focalors felt a sense of wonder. No matter how she thought about it, Themis's reaction was far too calm, almost non-existent.
In truth, Themis simply hadn't fully processed what was happening. Being suddenly lifted up by Focalors to examine her body was an experience so novel it felt more shocking than death itself.
Themis's face crumpled into a kitten-like expression as she watched Focalors mutter to herself while thoroughly exploring her body with her hands.
For example, something like "the next chapter is settled," or "I've finally realized how delicate Themis's body is..."
Themis: "...I never expected you to be so bold in your dreams, Focalors."
This development was something Themis had never anticipated.
Unable to resist any longer, Themis grabbed Focalors's wandering hands and looked at her with a forced smile.
Focalors seemed dazed, as if unable to comprehend how the dream version of Themis could suddenly move.
"How come I never knew you were so fond of touching my body?"
"Focalors, be honest with me."
"Tell me, don't you think about doing this to me every time we meet?"
The gentle demeanor had vanished. Now standing before Focalors was the familiar Themis she knew well.
Focalors murmured, "Yes, that's right. The true Themis should be like this."
"That's enough!" A hash symbol appeared on Themis's forehead, her heart filled with equal parts anger and amusement.
What's wrong? I treat you with kindness, and you still think I shouldn't be like this?
Suddenly, Themis found herself curious about what image of herself existed in Focalors's mind.
Even if Themis couldn't guess it, she understood that she was the image Focalors liked.
Silencing Focalors' mouth, Themis flipped her over and pinned her to the bed.
The divine being was left utterly bewildered by these sudden changes.
When Themis kissed her lips and pried open her pristine white teeth, Focalors realized that this petty goddess deserved no gentleness. Themis would prove her superiority through action alone.
The techniques they'd experimented with in dreams with Furina were now being ruthlessly applied to Focalors.
Watching Focalors' eyes brim with tears, dampening the hair at her temples, Themis noted the crimson rims and swollen pink lips from her relentless biting.
Muffled whimpers escaped Focalors' throat as Themis suppressed her attempts to turn the tables. With one hand, Themis pinned her down and casually flipped her over, leaving Focalors facing away.
(What follows is too explicit for this platform!)-Author
(TL Note: Author U BASTARD! ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾)
After an indeterminate amount of time, Focalors finally realized that the person before her was her true heart's desire, not a mere fantasy from her dreams.
Focalors had completely lost the capacity to ponder when exactly Themis had returned.
What must Themis think of me now that she's heard everything I said?
Focalors felt dizzy and drained, overwhelmed by Themis's unrestrained passion.
From initial shock and bewilderment to the exhausted huskiness that settled in by dawn,
Focalors: I can't move anymore. So tired. How does she have so much energy?
She finally understood what Furina had always experienced in their dreams.
But it was becoming too much to bear. Focalors' tear-filled eyes involuntarily overflowed with physiological saltwater as she bit down on the edge of the pillow she clutched.
"Can we stop now? I'm really sleepy. You should go find Furina..."
She tried pushing away the hands on her waist, but Focalors' boneless, delicate hands lacked any strength, her voice sounding weak and breathless.
Her words carried a playful lilt, like a kitten stretching its claws, with a hint of coquetry at the end.
"No, Focalors, you can't rest yet—"
Themis leaned close to Focalors' ear, gently nipping at her earlobe.
"Furina is still sleeping. Let her continue resting undisturbed. It wouldn't be proper to wake her."
Focalors' eyes glistened with conflicting emotions. As a God with heightened physical sensitivity, she found Themis' fervor overwhelming.
Even with Furina present—though equally sensitive—there should at least be someone to share the intensity!
Never had she imagined their reunion after Themis' departure would unfold like this.
A series of muffled whimpers escaped Focalors' throat as she buried her face in the soft pillow.
"Can't I just rest for a moment...?" Focalors pleaded.
Hearing Focalors' plea, Themis' expression turned troubled. She had already granted Focalors considerable rest time.
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Fontaine, dawn.
Furina awoke from a peaceful night's sleep, free of dreams.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed. Furina raised her arm to block the light.
After a long moment adjusting to the brightness, Furina opened her blue eyes.
Dragging herself out of bed with a lazy stretch, she rubbed her eyes and yawned.
Furina got up.
Thanks to her meticulous cleaning and maintenance, Themis's bedroom remained bright and tidy.
After getting dressed, Furina checked her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, the vibrant and perfect celebrity Furina once again presented herself to the world.
What struck Furina as odd was that Focalors hadn't come to wake her today.
Puzzled, she ate the cake Sedene had brought from Neuvillette's room. Though curious, she didn't dwell on it.
When Furina arrived at Palais Mermonia's office, she was surprised to find Focalors hadn't come early to handle documents either.
Seeing the thick stack of papers on the desk, Furina felt confused but resigned herself to taking over Focalors's work.
Though Themis hadn't appeared in Furina's dreams the previous night, Furina's sleep quality had been unprecedentedly good.
Energetic Furina sat in her office for hours, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of work. After all, managing an entire nation's affairs meant there was always more than enough to do.
While Furina diligently worked, in her bedroom—
Morning sunlight streamed in, illuminating the lingering intimacy within.
The freshly laid white bedding framed Focalors' red-rimmed eyes, her tear-laden lashes trembling slightly.
Her slender neck bore love bites, and she curled in the blankets, reluctant to rise.
Yesterday's exertions had been truly intense—even for a God like Focalors, it proved too much.
After all, her partner was also a God-level being.
Themis sighed as she gathered the reluctant Focalors from the bed. The Goddess felt soft and pliant in her arms, like a delicate doll.
Focalors nipped at Themis' neck in a childish pout. "I told you I was exhausted yesterday."
"My fault. I apologize."
It's all her fault anyway. Furina and Focalors could never be wrong!
Themis swiftly acknowledged her mistakes and promised to be more careful next time.
Holding Focalors felt like cradling a delicate, exquisite doll.
Themis skillfully served the Hydro Archon, then helped Focalors don her divine attire. As she gazed at the sacred garments and the exposed pale skin still bearing faint red marks, Themis swallowed hard and averted her eyes.
She feared that any momentary lapse might exacerbate Focalors' already sore waist.
Unlike Furina, Focalors required no sustenance, eliminating the need for three daily meals.
During the tranquil dawn hours, Themis held Focalors close, cradling her in her arms.
"Sleep on," Themis murmured. "I'll wake you at noon."
Her fingers brushed through Focalors' fluffy hair, the long white strands initially cold to the touch. But soon they softened, draping over Themis' fingers.
Nestled in Themis' embrace, Focalors wrapped her arms around her waist. For now, she wanted nothing more than to sleep away her worries.
Does Themis really enjoy her hair that much?
She herself had long, soft white hair.
Themis gazed at Focalors as she drifted off to sleep, gently kissing her cheek.
It seems I really exhausted her yesterday, Themis thought. I should rein in my enthusiasm next time.
If Focalors gets worn out from our marital activities, it'd be counterproductive.
But this is just this once. After all, Themis had been reunited with Focalors after so long. It was natural to be a bit passionate.
Still, what about Furina?
Holding Focalors in bed, Themis used a golden seed to peek at Furina's situation.
Watching Furina's busy movements, Themis felt a twinge of shame and a hint of guilt.
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