Lu Yizhou screwed his eyes shut and counted until three before opening them again.
"Regius?" Jillian's piercing eyes took in every change on his expression. "People praying to you can make you stronger? Then, does it mean that you're a…" His pupils trembled as he finished the sentence hoarsely. "...a God?"
Lu Yizhou grimaced inwardly. He had planned to tell Jillian someday; maybe the day when the system judged the mission completed, maybe the day when winter had passed and the air was warm with the sweet scent of flowers in the air. Whenever it was, certainly not now. Not when tomorrow Jillian was going to the war, not in this dirty and narrow tent and certainly not when Jillian was already exhausted after enduring a long discussion with those old willful Generals who thought that their opinion was above others.
