Miss Elf Dragon

"why"

Perotina turned to look at Nero, indeed curious about this question.

Nero responded with a mysterious smile, but did not give her an answer.

"This matter involves the secrets of the Holy See, which you cannot know with your current authority. But as long as you successfully accept the baptism of the God of Light and become a true believer, a lot of confidential information will be open to you. Not only Interesting gossip, and a lot of valuable cultivation experience and techniques. Pelotina, do you understand what I mean by this?"

Nero looked at Perotina eagerly, his eyes so intense and full of expectation that she couldn't bear to avoid his sight.

"Well, I know, brother Nero."

Perotina nodded and said obediently, but there was a hint of guilt and sadness in her eyes when she looked at him.

From the days when they were captured by the Golden Leopard Slave Group and spent time together in the Holy See, her thoughts about Nero have changed. She no longer simply regards him as a lackey of the God of Light, just like she cannot really be hostile to those who are interested in her. Like Uncle Zachary who cultivates kindness.

No matter what his thoughts and considerations were, Nero was really nice to her. Nero did a lot of things that should be done for her and things that should not be done for her. But now, she was about to break the illusion of peace and warmth and completely let him down. When she thinks of this, Perotina feels a little sour in her heart. She can't really be completely heartless.

"Brother Nero, I'm ready to play."

The performances of the knight camp have all ended. The knights bowed and left. The envoys from various countries who watched the display also gave out applause that was not clear whether it was true or false. Next, the four goddesses performed a sacrificial dance to bring the military exercise to a successful conclusion.

"Go and dance well. Let them see how our beautiful Perotina dances. They will be amazed."

Afraid that Perotina would become nervous at the scene, Nero even laughed and joked with her. He was completely different from the man who had just returned to the Holy See and experienced gloomy and violent experiences due to his captivity.

"Brother Nero"

Perotina suddenly hugged him and buried her head deeply in his arms. This was the first time she took the initiative to hug Nero since she realized what he was thinking about her.

At this time, there was no plan or calculation in Perotina's mind, only apologies and goodbyes to her good friends. She was so emotional that her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"What's wrong? Are so many people scared? Don't be scared. I'll be with you down there. If you're nervous, just look over at me. Don't worry about other people. Just treat it as we usually rehearse."

Nero patted Perotina's back gently, comforting her with a gentle expression, and his tone was gentle and coaxing.

It had been a long time since Nero had appeared like this. Even Enoch, who was standing not far behind them, couldn't help but be moved when he saw it. He felt that his cold Highness had a human touch again and was slowly returning to his original appearance.

Goddess Perotina is the salvation of the injured Highness.

Enoch suddenly understood in his heart the importance of Pelotina to Nero, and he respected and defended Pelotina more sincerely.

It was in this atmosphere that Perotina left and went backstage. She dried the tears in her eyes, but tears flowed out of her heart.

However, she has no other choice, and this is what her heart wants.

Sniffling, Perotina changed into her performance clothes, and slowly walked onto the stage with the other three goddesses accompanied by the sacred music.

The devastated Teresa couldn't be like this

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It took a short time to adjust, or maybe I felt too ashamed that something like that happened, and I was embarrassed to come out to see people again. She was replaced by a saint, who was equivalent to a reserve for the goddess, and was familiar with all the skills of the goddess.

Because of the temporary substitution, they did not rehearse fully. Nero simply deleted the few scenes where they cooperated with each other, turning the sacrificial dance into a solo dance for four people. This also made it easier for the audience to compare the couple. Which one is stronger and which one is weaker in human sacrifice and divine dance?

"Goddess Mengni is worthy of being a veteran goddess. Looking at the lightness of her dancing in her white robe, it feels like she is about to fly. She is definitely the one closest to the gods in the upper world, both physically and mentally."

Some foreign envoys who have close contacts with the Holy See and are familiar with the main senior staff of the Holy See commented this way. In his eyes, the beautiful and holy Menni best represents the image of the holy goddess of the Holy See.

"You are exaggerating. The movements of the four people on the stage are basically the same. Why is it only the goddess Menne who wants to fly? In my opinion, the saint who replaces Teresa is really good. He doesn’t show any timidity in front of the goddesses. The Holy See has trained these successors really well.”

The people next to him retorted like this, and they also had dancers they admired.

The audience in the audience included foreign envoys and clergy from the Holy See. Those sitting in the front row were fine, the people sitting in the backlight were discussing the performance in low voices and commenting on the four people on the stage, but Pelotina was rarely mentioned.

"You idiots, you missed out on the real goddess."

Bandinique, who changed back to his daily clothes and grabbed a seat, sat in the corner and watched his goddess Perotina dance, his eyes full of infatuation and ecstasy.

He saw her pointed ears shining in the downlight, and saw her dragon tail exposed outside her robe swaying as she danced, looking cute but not clumsy. In the eyes of others, Perotina looked out of place because of her strange appearance, but Bandinique, who had always cared about her, saw all the good things about her.

"Pelotina, you have really made progress."

Nero stood in the audience, looking at the girl who always wore a confident smile, and couldn't help but murmured.

At the same time, Silthwaite was also reciting this sentence silently in his mind.

He had just arrived and stood in the aisle of the auditorium, watching in the darkness as Perotina blossomed into her beautiful glory on the stage.

Perotina, you, who actively communicate with the gods, will not refuse to invest in your own beliefs, right?

Silthwaite, who has a sharp eye, can see that Perotina's dance has gradually gained rhythm. In addition to the superficial movements, there are also ideas that she wants to convey to the outside world.

At this time, Perotina was indeed trying to express her thoughts through dance, just as Silthwaite had judged.

She could never forget the shock that the dancer Wendy brought to her that night at Peach Blossom House.

Dance is not to please others, but to express and be yourself through dance. Every woman can be what she wants in a heart-to-heart dance, and let the audience understand.

What Wendy conveys is her positive attitude towards life, even ambition and ambition, with a domineering air, showing another side of this seemingly gentle woman.

What Perotina wants to do is to tell the God of Light that she will never lose in this racial war.

She leaned back and waved her right palm upwards, with a serious and cold expression on Perotina's face, as if she wanted to compete with the God of Light in the world.

"So, God of Light, have you received my letter of challenge?"