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Hearing the purple-eyed young man's affirmative reply, Sasha revealed a satisfied and charming smile.

She leaned close to Gilan's neck, her fair, delicate nostrils twitching as she gently sniffed. Her golden eyes brimmed with joy and nostalgia.

It seemed to be her brother's scent. After several hundred years, she had finally smelled it up close once more.

"What a pity..."

Sasha sighed, leaving her words unfinished.

Yet her tone was filled with resentment.

Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand from the young man, then thoughtfully fastened the belt buckle she had undone.

Then she gently patted it.

"All right, Brother, I've closed it for you."

With that, she got off Gilan and returned to her lounge chair.

Crossing her long legs, she turned sideways and propped her cheek on one hand, quietly gazing at Gilan.

Her red lips parted as she said:

"Now, we no longer need to be bound by worldly conventions. Once you ascend, when your true body and spirituality are strong enough, you'll be able to withstand the magnetic-field collision that comes with joining with an apostle... Then, just as we once promised, I'll bear you several children, and we'll live peaceful lives."

Gilan had just breathed a sigh of relief, but upon hearing that, he inexplicably felt pressure settle onto his shoulders again.

With a helpless sigh in his heart.

He had originally watched Pan merely to befriend a superior being and gain support.

Yet he had somehow ended up entangled in such a romantic debt.

Whether in this life or the last, debts of the heart were the hardest to repay...

Gilan rubbed his temples with a headache.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Captain William Gerard.

Back then, William had clearly been like him—not yet an Ascendant, merely an ordinary mortal in the secular