Shadow of the Evil God

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and kissed Cesar's chest, her lips pressed against it, and she breathed softly. Suddenly, a chill seeped into his skin along his chest. Then she rolled the tip of her tongue, stroking the place on his chest that he was most afraid of pain, and flicking it back and forth. The indescribable pleasure mixed with the biting cold made him shiver uncontrollably.

Hearing him gasp several times, Fils refused to let him go. She bit it gently with her teeth, then sucked gently, then her mouth secreted a faint blue saliva that made his scalp tingle and sent a chill through his bones. The snake was about to wilt, but she squeezed it with her warm little hand, holding it tightly and stroking it up and down, and the snake's head suddenly came alive again.

Cesar noticed the chill gradually fading, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he saw Phils turn her head, trying to ask Diana for the strange potion. He rose from the tub and immediately tried to escape. But as he surfaced, she grabbed the snake, holding it tightly, casting a dark look at him. She stared at him intently, then turned her head, her tongue darting out like a puppy, licking a few drops of the potion from Diana's blue fingertips and licking them between her lips.

She turned her head, letting out a soft gasp, then buried her face in his waist. Before Cesar could prepare himself, his smooth little tongue swirled around the snake's head. It was a thrilling sensation. Her tongue, slick with saliva from the cold, felt incredibly slippery, and the squirm was intensely satisfying. But the chill spread outward along the tip of her tongue, as if freezing it into an icicle. The interplay of these two sensations was a mind-boggling, almost maddening experience.

Firth licked down the snake's head, kissing it with her soft lips as she went. When she reached the tail, her pink cheek pressed against it. Her small tongue not only swirled and slid to the base, but her teeth also bit the bag and gently pulled it outward. Instantly, the snake's head twitched, slapping her tender cheek several times.

She raised her soft lips, looked up at his reaction, opened her little mouth and bit it with all her strength.

Firth's mouth was so small that after biting it for a bit, he couldn't get any deeper. He had to use his small hands to hold it in place, pushing it into his delicate little mouth. Although he could get it in a little, it only took a moment for her to spit it out, panting and dripping with saliva from the corners of her mouth. Her smooth little tongue had already turned blue, and her lips were smeared with saliva. The touch was both cold and smooth. As his tongue brushed across the snake's mouth, a chill rushed into it. The strange combination of sensations made his body numb, and he held onto the table to prevent himself from falling.

She gave up swallowing and used her sticky tongue to gently lift it upwards, pushing it up with each push, drawing out streams of saliva. Then she kissed the snake's mouth again, sucking gently, pressing the tip of her tongue against it, pushing inwards, even probing, swirling and grinding the small opening. He felt as if he were being pricked by a piece of ice, his muscles constantly tightening, but he still became more and more active despite his control.

Firth grasped it in her small hand, sliding it back and forth, her tongue flicking at an increasing rate. Her mouth parted slightly in anticipation, a faint blush etched on her cheeks. Soon, she was supporting the snake's head with the tip of her tongue, welcoming a large stream. The slime flowed down the curve of her tongue, cascading deep into her mouth. She swallowed it down as her throat writhed, then opened her mouth again, teasing it with the tip of her white tongue, drawing out another large stream.

Cesar let out a long breath, reached out and touched her lips, and used his thumb to press her disobedient little tongue. After pinching it a few times, it immediately became obedient. He pressed the tip of her tongue with his thumb and pushed it back into her mouth. The other four fingers held her chin, and his thumb gradually increased its force, pushing her tongue deeper into her mouth.

Phils's mouth was extremely slippery and sticky, and her entire tongue was stuck to his thumb. She kept exhaling white mist, soft and

The base of her tongue curved under his fingertips, wrapping around his fingertips, and the tip of her tongue pressed against the small hollow between his fingers, while she secreted a large amount of saliva again. They flowed down her slender chin, making his hands sticky.

He felt the coldness in her mouth gradually subside, her eyes blurred, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck. Then he held her chin and brought her closer to him. With a gentle push of his waist, he squeezed most of it into her small mouth.

Phils had already closed her eyes, letting him hold her little face as he explored her ever-widening mouth with the snake. After the previous teasing, the touch of her mouth was perfect, the warm, sticky sensation impossible to stop, the desire to gradually speed up. Her increasingly tight mouth also clamped around it, and each brush against it gave him a squeezing sensation, making it even more addictive.

At that moment, Cesar spotted Diana trying to slip away from him, and he immediately reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist. Diana's mouth was cold, her lips stained a pale blue, but her chest was perfectly contoured, and when pressed against his chest, it deformed like water. The velvety touch and her enchanting body fragrance filled his mind, and the combination of her frightened face made him even more intoxicated.

He cupped one of them, kneading it gently, his lips pressed against hers, feeling the intoxication that filled his consciousness clash with the bone-chilling chill of her mouth. The skin on it was smooth, soft and tender as he kneaded it. The tip sank under his fingertips, then gradually tightened and tilted upward, pushing his fingers up flexibly. It looked bright red against his fingertips, a color so alluring it was incredibly beautiful.

Diana held his chest, her breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest trembling slightly in his hands, and she could hear the sound of a strong heartbeat.

Seeing her cheeks becoming increasingly rosy, her tongue gradually warming and softening in his mouth, and her chest swelling, Cesar could no longer hold back. He held her tongue tightly, sucking it, his hands gripping it tightly. Soon, Phils's mouth was overflowing, and no matter how hard he tried to swallow it, it couldn't be fully swallowed. Finally, it overflowed and dripped onto her chest, sticky and sticky, and he continued to release his desire.

Diana was still gasping for breath, and Phils had already stood up with her cheeks puffed out. Cesar saw that her mouth was bulging, her face was flushed, and her dizzy eyes were moving around, as if looking for a victim, so he immediately bent down and threw himself into the water.

"Finny, no—look at who I am!"

Before Diana could wake her, a mouth full of mucus had already pressed against her. Phils threw her down, squeezing her into a ball in the water. As she struggled, Cesar heard her coughing and swallowing uncontrollably. By the time he pulled them both to their feet, Diana's mouth was already white. The color stretched from her lips to the depths of her throat, and saliva and mucus were all over her chest.

Phils shook her head vigorously, seeming to sober up a bit, but she didn't seem to care. She put her finger between Diana's lips, touched it, and then licked it with saliva and mucus. Then she put it into Cesar's mouth again. She did this several times, and when Cesar felt that the taste of their mouths was completely the same, she leaned back against the tub, tilted her head back, narrowed her lashes, and yawned.

Cesar brought Phils to him and let her lean against his shoulder. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Fantastic things, perhaps," murmured Phils, nuzzling her cheek against his. "As long as I'm sure I'm not outside the house, it doesn't matter."

"My parents only spent one night together when they decided to have me," Diana said suddenly. She had finally caught her breath, but her cheeks were still flushed. "Because of this, my mother even followed the school's instructions and postponed the potion for a month to allow herself to regain some sensitivity."

"You don't look that affected," Cesar said.

"This is a diluted potion." Diana tossed the empty bottle to him. "I'm qualified enough, so this is enough. But for those heirs who are less qualified, they need to use the undiluted original solution."

Cesar looked at the potion bottle in his hand. "Your school has been planning for over a thousand years, and in the end, there are still unqualified successors?" he asked.

"During Ferrieres's generation, the world was in chaos, and Solaire, the god of the mortal world, disappeared at that time," Diana said, pressing her slender feet against his, toes intertwined, soles touching soles. "Those in the know believe she was banished from the various temples—banned from reality to the Age of the Gods, where time has no meaning. The school's originally chosen successor died in the war, and Ferrieres, who was supposed to take over the bloodline's responsibilities, defected from the school. To prevent the mission from being completely ended, the bloodline's responsibilities were ultimately left to a pitiful, temporary figure."

Chapter 242 Two Slender Feet

Diana looked at Fils and said, "Since then, these potions have accompanied the lives of us. On the one hand, the plan has been disrupted, and many heirs lack the qualifications and can only serve as intermediaries in the process. On the other hand, the school continues to add more fey bloodlines to accelerate their so-called grand vision. To offset the influence of the fey, they need to use these potions to improve our rationality."

"Do you feel like you're secretly betraying the school?" Cesar asked her.

"I can't explain it," Diana sighed. "But right now, I do have a kind of confused sense of guilt, and a wonderful sense of absurdity, as if the troubles of the real world have suddenly become insignificant." As she spoke, she stretched lazily, crossed her fingers above her head, and stretched and tensed her two snow-white legs.

She had one foot on his chest and the other on his hand, with the curved arch of her foot gently held in his palm like a crescent moon.

Cesar took hold of Diana's slender, curved foot and kissed her toes. His lips pressed against the smooth sole of her foot and kissed downwards, first to her fair calf, then along the instep back to the toe, gently sucking it and biting it with his teeth. Diana let out an almost inaudible moan, her calf tensing at first, but when he brushed his tongue over the tip of her toe, the itchy and slippery sensation immediately made her voice rise, taking on a hint of tenderness.

He moved his lips, kissing her calf to her knee, and biting her knee lightly. The soft flesh sank into it along his teeth marks, and he licked it lightly, his tongue grazing deep into her knee. Her voice suddenly became softer.

"Nobles usually ask people to lick their toes when they are insulting them." Diana suddenly said, "Although you are a fake noble, I..."

"I see you've been wanting to do this for a long time." Cesar opened one eye and looked at her. "If you think this can satisfy some dark thoughts of yours, then give it a try. Just think of it as a dream."

Diana raised an eyebrow but didn't reply. She rose from the tepid, blue water and stepped outside to comb her hair, tucking it into her usual loose style. With her back to them, Cesar could clearly see her sleek figure. He saw her raise her arm, her fingers gently twisting the top of her head, pulling the curly hair from her front and letting it fall across her shimmering back.

Her movements were imbued with a regal grace. The gentle movements of her fingertips extended from her arms to her waist, revealing the tapering curves that cascaded downward. Her hips curved, forming a crescent-shaped curve around her slender waist, further rounding and smoothing her figure. A few strands of hair clung to her hips, further softening the curve. Her skin shone with an enchanting radiance that was almost impossible to look away from.

Diana combed her hair neatly before walking over and sitting on the edge of the tub, looking down from above. Her water-stained skin looked even whiter after the combing. Her wet hair clung to her snowy skin, outlining the rounded shape of her chest. Most of it was hidden by her light green hair, leaving only the perfect curves on either side, crystal white, drenched in water, rising and falling slowly with her breathing.

She placed her left foot on his chest and lifted her other leg over it, her delicate arch resting against his face. She first teased his jaw with her toes, then placed the sole of her foot over the tip of his nose, licking it with her tongue from his upwards. Phils stood up, shook her wet hair, and actually lay down to admire him.

Diana's feet gradually gained strength, her right foot lowering, sinking his upper body into the water. The smooth arch of her foot slid down his belly, finally landing on the snake. A light touch with her toe instantly awakened it, earning a startled jump. Her left foot pressed against his face, pushing him underwater, her toes entering and teasing him between his sucking lips and tongue.

It wasn't exactly romantic, as she had no real skills to speak of. She seemed to be taking the opportunity to express her displeasure, and she genuinely wanted to keep him underwater. Cesar grasped her slender, curved foot, then grabbed Phils's small foot, forcing them together. He pressed the soles of their feet together against the snake, pushing it inwards, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

The two feet were soft and smooth, pressed together on the oppressed snake, sometimes teasing it gently with the slender jade toes, sometimes rubbing it with the soft soles of the feet. They not only showed the touch of the skin to the fullest, but also let him fully appreciate their attractive elasticity and dexterity.

This time, the feeling was less stimulating than before, but more intoxicating. When Diana retracted her two feet, each covered in different kinds of mucus, Cesar also floated up in the water.

Diana's face flushed, her body burning, as if she were drunk. Even though they'd agreed not to go all the way, using her hands wouldn't hurt. Cesar sat down beside her, his arm around her waist. When his fingers groped around her wet, tender vagina, she grasped them. Her fingers were delicate and smooth, and though her grip was awkward, sometimes trembling with a loose grip, sometimes too tight, the awkwardness and nervousness itself was more wonderful than the sensation itself.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, and they stared at each other with intoxicated eyes in the deep kiss. Both of them felt hot all over and their tongues were sore and numb from the unstoppable sucking, but they still kissed without stopping. Now, not only water beads, but also sweat overflowed from their necks.

Suddenly a waterline appeared, and Diana could not help but bend down and let go of her hands.

Just as he was about to give up, Phils leaned in and kissed him, her lips oozing with white frost. The familiar, biting chill made his scalp tingle, and he shuddered before confessing everything.

Now, Phils finally found an opportunity to take revenge. While he was holding Diana's waist, she blocked his mouth with a mouthful of mucus.

......

Diana sat quietly, seemingly fully recovered. It was unclear how she had recovered. Fils was flipping through the ciphertext, occasionally announcing a new discovery, and Diana would jot it down in her own handwriting. Cesar, observing the Yestren School's mysterious potion concentrate, felt it resembled a condensed starry sky.

If Diana unscrewed the cork and fed him everything at once, he might really lose interest for more than a month.

There was no doubt that his previous suspicions were correct; this guy could indeed stifle his desire. A diluted potion could bring a strong stimulation to his desire, just like hot oil splashing more violently when it meets water droplets. However, if the real liquid was used, it would definitely extinguish the entire fire.

Diana took a sip of the potion and handed it to Fils. Fils took a sip and then handed the bottle of potion they had both drunk to Cesar, who was frowning. "Why should I drink this stuff?" He shook the bottle, "I'm not a mage."

"I'll ask you to be normal when it's not necessary. At least don't disturb me from doing my work." Diana said nonchalantly, "Besides, your abnormality has caused me to become abnormal too."

"I think you're a little abnormal."

Chapter 243: Mage Queen

Cesar was forced to drink a small potion, which felt like a sword piercing him from head to toe. He closed his eyes, feeling as if every breath he took was like a blunt knife cutting his throat and tearing at his lungs. The cold spread to his numb fingertips and back again, turning into a white mist in his mouth before it eased slightly.

It seemed to resonate with him, for they both looked so calm and composed. Perhaps it did, for, as Firth had said, its purpose was the very opposite of his own.

It took him a long time to catch his breath, and then he decided to find some solace. He first lifted Phils by the waist and placed her on his lap, holding her soft little hand. He pressed his face against her hair and sniffed for a long time. When his nostrils were filled with the scent of her skin, he began to read the cipher manuscript that he had never been able to understand.

"Do you think you're holding a cat you picked up?" Diana exclaimed.

"No, I'm taking medicine to detoxify myself."

Cesar said. He also had to admit that the handwriting was terrible. Even though he knew it was a manuscript written by Ferrieres in her youth, he still thought it was terrible. Of course, it could also be that Diana's handwriting was so beautiful that it made him think everyone else's handwriting was terrible. Perhaps sensing his opinion, Ferrieres had already foreseen the situation and cast a dark look at him. He had to cough softly and pretend nothing was wrong.

"You see things differently?" Diana immediately demanded the truth from him.

"This font," Cesar said thoughtfully, "is a bit too childish."

"You could be more blunt," murmured Phils.

"Well," he shrugged. "Looking at it as a whole, I think we should treat it as a mysterious scribble rather than a normal manuscript. What I need is not to read it, but to try to understand all the patterns that make up the pattern. Some of them I can't guess what they say without being able to recognize every letter of the word. Others I can't figure out at all, so I have to consider the context and even re-create them. There are also some words that are wrong from the beginning, so I have to correct them based on the context."

"Unreadable text?" Diana's eyes widened slightly. "Strange... We've only seen normal text this whole time."

"What I saw was normal!" protested Phils.

Cesar sighed. He first grabbed each strand of flaxen hair from Phils's forehead, pulled them all up to the top of her head, and tied them into a small braid, making sure she couldn't pretend not to see them. Then he grabbed a piece of white paper. He picked up his pen and began to trace the ghostly characters he had seen, trying to recreate every stroke he had seen. After all, he couldn't guarantee that he could recognize them. Having one more person to discuss it with would make it more realistic.

The ciphertext manuscript was truly bizarre, incomprehensible to the average person. He had just been reading a passage of rambling, the words used being as rambling as those of Firth beside him. Just by looking at the handwriting, he could imagine Firth's mumbling voice centuries ago. However, as he picked up his pen and copied the first sentence, the seemingly coherent ramblings transformed into an incomprehensible dream.

"What's wrong?" Diana raised her eyebrows, obviously wanting to watch his show.

Cesar stared at the cipher manuscript and found that the handwriting on the manuscript had changed again. "I'm doing my best," he said.

Diana drummed her fingers on the table. "Are you sure you're doing the best you can?" she asked.

"Does the handwriting on this thing change frequently?" Cesar asked.

"Often, but not so often that they change instantly," Diana said, then added, "Unless your moods change frequently, causing the cipher manuscript to change with your moods. So, are you telling me that this potion is not enough to keep you calm, Cesar? Do you want me to give you the original solution?"

"Don't," Cesar said immediately.

"What a pity," Diana said, smiling. "I thought I'd have a month with a cool, cool, passionless Monsieur Cesar. It would have been more charming, wouldn't you say?"

Cesar couldn't help but frown. "If I didn't understand the context and discern what Ferrieres wrote just now, then once the ciphertext changes, will I be completely unable to understand it?"

"That's exactly what happens," Diana nodded. "That's the weird thing about the code."

"What exactly is a cipher manuscript?" Cesar felt he couldn't stop asking questions.

"It's something I wrote for myself," Diana replied methodically. "If you give up, you can go out and do what you need to do, Cesar. If you stay here and bother us, we'll all be embarrassed. You can't see it clearly, you can't understand it, and you can't even maintain a calm mood to slow down its changes."

After Cesar stared at the ciphertext for over a minute, he admitted that transcribing it was impossible. But he had other options. He waved the dog over.

The guy popped out of the darkness like a ghost.

"What's the matter, Master?"

"I'll share my short-term memory with you. You copy down every manuscript I remember, word for word. Then we can slowly study what Ferriers wrote in the past." Cesar said, thinking for a moment, "How can I share my short-term memory with you?"

"Keep giving me blood."

"Okay, what about the delivery volume?"

"You can put your finger in my mouth and I'll take the blood myself. But don't stop it from flowing while I'm taking it."

Honestly, this was a bit terrifying when I thought about it. The Faceless Ones didn't just want blood; they wanted the memories, thoughts, and personalities contained within it. Those little goblins who simply lusted after blood couldn't compare. However, given Cesar's current state, he didn't really care what she wanted to take.

He reached out and cupped the dog's mouth, feeling the bite of its fangs and the weakness of blood loss while watching her carefully trace the blank manuscript. When she copied down all the contents of the manuscript Cesar had seen today, he felt that his right hand had become skin and bones, and his fingers had turned bright red.

The reason he felt weak was because the dog had absorbed not only blood, but the essence of blood, the essence that contained his thoughts and memories. He could certainly stop the blood flow, but as promised, he could only let her take it here.

Seeing his face pale, Diana fetched a bottle of bright red potion and handed it to Phils to pour into his mouth. Cesar felt his weakness ease slightly, but then the blood began to flow into the dog's mouth again, so Diana brought two more bottles of potion. After a while, Diana placed a huge jar on the table.

Fils poured the medicine into her mouth for over ten minutes, and Cesar felt as if the blood coursing through his body had almost turned to medicine, leaving his mouth bitter and astringent. In stark contrast was Gouzi, whose face grew increasingly rosy, his pupils so bright they looked as if they could drip blood.

In between taking the potion, Diana stood beside the Faceless One, observing what she copied. Her expression was extremely focused.

"Don't tell me," Cesar said, feeling dizzy and struggling to speak, "that these manuscripts are just meaningless...ramblings and complaints from her childhood."

Diana immediately covered her mouth with her hand upon hearing this. Although her eyes were calm, focused, and powerful, Cesar felt that she was trying to suppress a laugh, unable to suppress it, and had to cover her mouth with her hand. After a while, she lowered her hand as if nothing had happened and nodded gently.

"It's true there's a lot of meaningless rambling and complaining," she said, "but not entirely. In fact, I've found a piece of information that has never been discovered before, at least not by anyone before me. So far, everyone in our school who claims to be related to Ferrieres by blood or by teacher has read the manuscript, but it seems that only you have discovered this."

"Uh, what?"

"Ferrières and Soler," she said carefully, "or, more precisely, the lost god. They may have known each other very early on. When this manuscript was written, Ferrières was still very young, as small as the one in your arms. She kept complaining about Soler, a visitor to their school, and the terrifying aura she exuded."

"It's hard to imagine," Firth muttered. "Can you imagine it? God can't possibly have anything to do with me. I just stay in a dark place and study magic."

"In fact, that's what Ferriers said back then," Diana said, looking at Ferriers, who fell silent again. Cesar lowered his head, his chin resting on her narrow, white shoulder. He reached out and gently touched her darkened eyes, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment. When he raised his head again to examine the manuscript, where the handwriting was gradually changing, Gouzi had copied out a new paragraph.

"This..." Diana held the table with one hand, her chin supported by the other, her voice hesitant. "Ferius said her sister was betrothed to Helgast's Chosen One, the only disciple Solaire brought up while he was still alive, and who later became the emperor of the new dynasty. Logically, her sister would have become the only mage queen in history..." Her voice gradually lowered, and she frowned as she looked at the ciphered manuscript, seeming to find many of the details rather absurd. "This dynasty existed for less than a hundred years in history. Judging from the chronological order, it coincides with the split of our school and Solaire's disappearance."

"Things in your school are really complicated." Cesar shook his head and said, "The Mage Queen, ugh, the Queen, the Queen."

He was troubled when he heard the word "queen". The queen who was Artinia's mother, the queen who was his fake cousin, and the queen who supported the nobles in the rebellion, all the queens in this world were not easy to deal with, and as it seemed, all of them had political or personal grudges against him.

"You can be the queen, too, Cesar." Firth yawned, leaning against him and muttering to herself, "As long as your good student becomes the emperor, you will definitely be the queen, even if you don't want to."

Cesar pinched her little face and pulled her away, "Don't say that casually."

Diana glanced at him. "If you really had the looks, I'd find you an expensive dress, jewelry, and makeup, and see what a spectacle it would be like to be dragged around like that," she said, shaking her head. "But I don't think you can do that, Cesar. Your face is too rough, and even if you shave your beard, you look like a Sassuale chief crawling out of the mud."

"Well, I guess you don't know that the princess has talked to me about marrying you. If that day really comes, you will be dragged here and there in front of everyone. Then you will know who those dresses, jewelry and cosmetics are for, Diana. I am afraid that your legs, which are used to wearing boots and trousers, will be affected by the dresses if you take a step.

If you stumble, you'll want to tear the lace off the bottom of that thing in two steps, but you won't dare to do so for the sake of etiquette, so you'll just float on the ground like a ghost."

Chapter 244 Falling in love with each other again

"I thought it was a joke," Diana said.

"It depends on political needs, Anne." Cesar spread his hands. "The princess isn't one to joke. Since she told me this, it means she's truly considered it and believes it's feasible. While the history she knows won't necessarily repeat itself, when a similar moment comes, pressure from all sides will force us all to make a choice. We can still hold this fortress and focus solely on war and conflict, but once this crisis is resolved, it won't just be a matter of war and conflict. I acted like a decent person when I rejected Legosius's temptation, but if there's a path that truly ignores all the realities of life, it's relinquishing my human identity."

"Isn't the secular title just a cover?" Firth muttered. She unscrewed another bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth. "You talk like this is a matter of life and death. Does it matter at all?"

“Ancestor, you…”

Needless to say, Cesar could already sense Diana's extremely complex emotions. From the Grand Master Ferriers, whom she imagined to be worthy of admiration, to this little girl leaning against someone and mumbling, anyone would have mixed feelings, especially since she had admired her for over a decade while looking at the cipher manuscript.

"You can carefully consider the difference between you and Ferriers," Cesar said. "No matter who Ferriers you admired before, you have now seen her truest side. Or, after a few years, if our little Ferriers can chant a spell to defeat the big Ferriers, you can declare that you taught her greater magical skills, and therefore you are better than the big Ferriers."

Diana could hardly stand, so she sat down on the chair without saying a word.