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Chapter 203, Page 202: The Goddess's Evaluation, Approval from the Creator God

Gu Yuan's gaze met and froze in mid-air with Kraft's.

The air seemed to thicken at that moment, and the sound of wind and snow seemed to fade away, leaving behind an indescribable atmosphere.

Just then, Celia, nestled in Gu Yuan's arms, fully regained her senses.

The warmth of his body, the strength of his arms, and the power transmitted through his clothes made her instantly realize that Gu Yuan had so naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her tightly against his side—

This posture is far too intimate.

Her ears burned slightly, and a feeling of embarrassment and discomfort made her immediately try to break free.

"Release—" Celia whispered, applying some pressure with her hands.

However, Gu Yuan's arm remained motionless, and his gaze remained fixed on Kraft.

call--

Even if she were slow to notice, she could sense the subtle change in the atmosphere.

Selena suppressed her urge to act immediately and followed Gu Yuan's gaze to look at that figure again.

This time, she looked at it more carefully.

He was a composed and elfin man. The marks of time had settled in his eyes, but there was no sign of vicissitude; only profound depth.

Celia paused involuntarily, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Um?"

She let out a barely audible sound of doubt. This face—it looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere in a distant memory.

But I can't remember who it is right now.

She subconsciously looked up at Gu Yuan's profile, which was so close to hers, hoping to find the answer in his eyes.

Just then, Gu Yuan seemed to realize that the newcomer posed no immediate threat, and the force around her waist suddenly loosened.

Seria immediately stepped back half a step, straightened her slightly disheveled robes, and resumed her usual haughty demeanor, though a trace of displeasure at being caught in her embarrassment lingered in her eyes.

"What a coincidence."

Gu Yuan then spoke, addressing Kraft who had approached.

Kraft nodded slightly in response.

His gaze shifted subtly between Gu Yuan and the two elves beside him, finally settling on Seria.

They also seemed somewhat familiar, but having lived a long time, I have many memories, and it takes time to recall many names and faces.

"Aren't you going to introduce him, Lord Gu Yuan?"

Kraft finally relinquished control to Gu Yuan, turning his gaze to Seria and offering a slight, polite bow. "I am Kraft, a wandering monk."

"Seria." Her reply was brief, with the detachment typical of elves.

In the instant the names were exchanged, it was as if some kind of identifying mark was illuminated, and a look of understanding flashed in Kraft's eyes.

Then, his gaze toward Gu Yuan became even more meaningful.

It's actually the legendary person—

What is the relationship between Gu Yuan and her?

And there's someone else next to him?

This relationship is far too shocking.

However, having lived to his age, he knows that some things are better left unsaid, especially when it comes to seniority and privacy.

He effortlessly concealed the strange color, turning his gaze to the shocking ruins of the Demon King's castle, and said with a sigh, "It seems I've made a wasted trip."

"The hero who slayed the Demon King, as rumored in the northern continent recently," must be Lord Gu Yuan, right?

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"It's me." Gu Yuan nodded, as if discussing a trivial matter. "However, 'hero' is merely a title imposed upon me by the Demon King."

"He was convinced that I was him, so I admitted it and took care of him in the process, saving myself a lot of trouble."

These words, spoken casually, sent a deep shock through Kraft's heart.

He wasn't the chosen hero, yet he accomplished a feat that even heroes throughout history might not have been able to achieve.

He recalled how, in his youth, he had tried with awe to draw the legendary sword of the hero, only to fail in the end.

Compared to the person before him, his own meager achievements were utterly insignificant.

A complex emotion, a mixture of admiration, melancholy, and a touch of self-deprecation, spread through his heart.

He remained silent for a moment before processing the information.

Gu Yuan asked directly, "You didn't come to this frigid place just to admire the snow scenery, did you?"

"If you want to destroy the Demon King's castle—"

He turned to the side, making the enormous ruins clearer to Kraft's eyes. "As you can see, it's over."

Kraft snapped out of his reverie, a melancholy look of reminiscence creeping onto his face. He gently shook his head. "No, I've come to pay my respects to an old friend. He was a devout monk in life—according to the scriptures, the goddess's heaven is in this far north."

"Goddess's Kingdom—" Gu Yuan suddenly realized, he had almost forgotten about this.

Immediately afterward, a thought popped into my head uncontrollably—could the one in heaven have seen me just now, even though it was a scene of passion?

Although his faith was more of a source of strength than a constraint on his behavior, the status of a monk still theoretically comes with its own set of rules and regulations.

The extremely subtle, almost imperceptible changes in his expression did not escape Kraft's insightful eyes.

This also caused Celia, who had just gained her footing and was now quite perceptive, to let a faint, cold smile curl up at the corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile, above the clouds, there lies a heavenly kingdom that transcends the mortal realm.

The goddess, seated on the chair of light, takes in everything below.

Seeing the fleeting micro-expression on Gu Yuan's face, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, her gaze gentle.

The blue-haired elven apostle "Vasha," standing to the side, maintained her proper demeanor and spoke softly: "Your Majesty, this human is indeed extraordinary, single-handedly creating a peace for humanity that may last for hundreds of years, but—"

She bowed slightly and continued, "But his behavior—is so unlike that of a proper monk, and his act of calling himself a hero on his own also violates the rules you set."

"Should I descend to the mortal realm to offer some reminders and corrections?"

The goddess gently shook her head, her gaze still full of love, looking down at Gu Yuan in the mortal realm: "There is no need for that, Vasha. It is enough as long as this child still holds faith in me in his heart."

"The title of hero was originally established by me to deal with future calamities, and his actions and strength have already earned him this title."

She paused, then looked at the two elves beside Gu Yuan, her tone becoming more lenient: "As for those around him—if he can influence them with his charm, then what's wrong with setting a precedent?"

"The reason I restrict monks from marrying is because I am worried that their faith will become impure due to worldly emotions, and they will eventually lose their power and be killed by demons or monsters."

"But Gu Yuan's situation is special. Even if he loses the protection I gave him, he will still be able to protect himself and his loved ones."

"Therefore, he is not within the scope of my key rule."

Upon hearing this, Vasha remained silent for a moment, then finally lowered her head and replied, "—I understand."

She couldn't help but think to herself: What a lucky boy! To receive such high praise from the goddess!