Icarus knew that although the little god didn't understand anything, he instinctively felt uneasy.
Therefore, she is more dependent on him than Barron, whom she has been with since childhood, and is more willing to tell him her thoughts.
This is exactly what Icarus wants.
Instead of everyone else, let her body and mind only have him, just look at him.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Wherever Junia wants to go, Icarus will accompany you."
"Really?"
"Of course, my Lord God, I am your most loyal believer, have you forgotten?"
However, the little god was not very happy when he heard this. Instead, he pursed his lips and lowered his head.
Icarus raised his eyebrows curiously.
But he didn't ask, but waited patiently for her to say it herself.
Because under his guidance, the little god now no longer dares to express himself as before, but will tell him his thoughts in detail.
Sure enough, the little god soon turned around and held his priest's uniform.
Opening those eyes that were so clean that he wanted to pollute them every time, she looked at him momentarily.
She seemed a little hesitant and uneasy, looking at Icarus as if she was eager to find something to rely on.
"Then if I wasn't a god, Priest Icarus wouldn't be by my side."
Hearing this, Icarus felt as if something had pulled his heart.
That subtle touch and uncontrollable excitement, as well as vague expectations and inexplicable emotions, were like a tsunami, sweeping towards him at the same time.
So much so that his eyes could not help but reveal a purple-red dark light.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers. His voice was slightly hoarse and low: "Why do you ask?"
"because……"
The little god paused for a moment, as if he was stopped by the question, and was thinking about his question.
Icarus knew that he should calmly wait for his prey to step into the trap on its own initiative, and all he had to do was wait.
But he seemed to have overestimated his patience.
Seeing that she didn't say anything for a long time, he couldn't help but tighten her waist.
"Because? Huh?" He chased her for the answer.
The little god looked at him shyly and shook his head lightly: "I don't know."
This answer naturally did not satisfy Icarus.
"You can't not know."
She obviously asked the question first, but he chased her to answer his question.
The little god was interrupted by him and forgot about his own problem.
Especially when he deliberately got very close to her, his breath would spray onto her face when he spoke, always reminding her of the scene of him chasing her and kissing her.
Her cheeks turned red involuntarily, and she didn't dare to meet his eyes, for fear that he would see that she was thinking about some inappropriate scenes.
But who is Icarus? He is deliberately ambiguous just to remind the little god of how he longs for her, so that he can tell the answer he wants.
"My Lord God, you haven't answered my question yet."
He insisted on a clear answer, and his arms were still around her waist to prevent her from having a chance to escape.
The little god had never fought with someone who had blushed before, so he didn't know how to struggle. He would just blush with shame and be unable to speak.
But Icarus couldn't wait any longer and began to coax: "Why are you asking me this question, are you afraid that I will leave you?"
The little god glanced at him quickly and nodded with a blushing face.
"Why are you afraid that I will leave?"
But men are really greedy, and after one problem there is another.
The little god shook his head again and said he didn't know.
Icarus felt a wave of depression in his chest that was difficult to vent, so congested that he almost ran away.