On the fifth day, at dusk, the time of parting sorrow.
Mortis returned.
As soon as she entered, she saw Oliver teaching her daughter to paint.
Their intimate appearance made it seem as if they were the family, and she was a stepmother --- "I only left for five days, how come I feel like there's no place for me in this home anymore?"
She was very puzzled.
"Are things all handled?"
Oliver's voice sounded, with a hint of concern.
Tribios also immediately looked up, and upon seeing her mother, she ran over like a little butterfly: "Mama!"
Mortis dotingly held her daughter in her arms, mother and daughter nuzzling their faces together.
Seeing this, Oliver quickly got up, intending to leave, to give the mother and daughter some private family time.
As for the current situation of City of Janus, he didn't care.
"She missed you very much, spend more time with her."
Oliver smiled at Mortis, then stroked the little girl's head, and turned to leave.
"Mama, can Brother Oliver sleep with us tomorrow? I like sleeping with him."
Tribios's single sentence made Oliver and Mortis slightly awkward.
Although they both understood that children's words are innocent, it still sounded a bit odd.
"But, my good girl, the bed at home is very small. How about we invite him when we get a bigger bed?"
Mortis said this to coax the child, but in Oliver's ears, it carried a different signal.
"Okay ---"
Tribios pouted her little mouth to express regret, then looked at Oliver and waved: "Brother Oliver, see you tomorrow!"
Oliver smiled back: "See you tomorrow."
After saying that, he left the room.
As soon as he closed the door, he heard a conversation from inside.
Tribios: "Mama, can I go to work with you tomorrow?"
Mortis: "Oh? Why do you want to work?"
Tribios: "Brother Oliver said you work very hard. So I want to help you share some of the burden."
Mortis: "Thank you, my good girl, but not yet. There are still some bad people who haven't been chased away, and they might hurt you."
Tribios: "Why doesn't Brother Oliver chase them all away?"
Mortis: "Brother Oliver likes you, and he likes me, but we cannot rely on his affection to demand things endlessly. Affection is mutual. He gives to us, and we should also give back to him gratefully. Have you remembered that?"
Tribios: "Yes, Mama, I've remembered it."
Tribios: "Then can you buy me a colored pencil? I want to draw a picture for him. I also want to tell him thank you for liking me."
Mortis: "Of course, my good girl."
Oliver hadn't had time to leave yet, and he heard this entire conversation.
He smiled knowingly, feeling a warmth in his heart.
After all, he never expected any reward from the start; he just treated this like a game, finishing the script and leaving to collect the clearance reward.
Now, he surprisingly felt a sense of reluctance to leave.
"I've become sentimental, haven't I?"
He mocked himself, but couldn't suppress the smile on his lips as he left the secret passage.
Oliver's room was much larger; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it luxurious.
Since he was a publicly recognized Divine Emissary, the authorities had to save face and didn't stop Mortis from arranging a lavish room for him.
Now that all the authorities had been killed by Oliver, he could live there with even greater peace of mind.
The next day, at Door Hour (dawn).
The door to Oliver's room was knocked upon.
He opened the door, and the sight that greeted him was the stunning red-haired beauty, Mortis.
She stood elegantly and gracefully at the doorway, her white long dress striking, complementing her red hair and making her appear even more divine.
Truly worthy of being called the 'Saintess'.
"Good morning."
Mortis greeted him with a smile.
Oliver smiled and replied to her, "Good morning."
Mortis: "Could you come and see Tribios? She has something she wants to tell you."
Oliver didn't even need to guess; it must be about the gift they discussed last night.
He nodded without hesitation, closed the door, and followed Mortis home.