The unbelievable facts made Hathaway spin. She had never felt that the reality was so incomprehensible that after a long daze, she understood everything Jenkins wanted to express, and then fell into a deeper confusion.
"Wait a minute... Are you saying that you are all believers in lies?"
She covered her forehead.
"Yes, someone may have noticed that when all the believers of lies appear, they have a cat next to them most of the time. I don't understand why no one has noticed this suspicious point, but in fact those cats are chocolates."
He patted the cat's butt lying on the table beside him, Chocolat reluctantly stood up, and showed Hathaway the skill of "turning cats into living cats".
"Oh~"
She groaned again, and it was ridiculous that the original resentment towards Jenkins disappeared because of the excessive shock:
"In other words, you want to tell me that the man I'm going to marry is not only the holy son of the righteous god, but also all the believers of an important false god? No, this is really... Jenkins, why do you want me to know this? "
"Because you should know."
"So, Mr. Candle who appears by my side every time is really you."
"Yes."
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Jenkins. That kind of non-violent look made Jenkins feel that the red-haired lady wanted to strangle him. But he had no recollection of the embarrassing things she had done when he appeared next to her as Mister Candle. Hathaway has always been hostile to Mr. Candle, other than that, she doesn't seem to have much interaction with Mr. Candle.
"Jenkins, you really are... But is this really okay? Your two identities."
She wanted to complain, wanted to scold Jenkins for his behavior, because it was very stupid, and she seemed very stupid. But what he said turned into words of concern for him. Hathaway was surprised that she had such a strong ability to adapt, and easily accepted the fact that ordinary people would not accept it. She thought that from now on, she would probably never be frightened by other things again.
"I don't think I have done any bad things, and even if I do this, it is not considered a betrayal of the Church of the Sages. The God of Lies..."
Hathaway's eyes met Jenkins's, and Jenkins didn't continue.
"Jenkins, is everything just a lie?"
"No, although I am a believer in lies, I am not a liar. My relationship with you is... If you want, I can share my memories with you, and you can know everything about me. You want Knowing that anything goes, I never lie when it comes to relationships."
"Who wants to see your memory?"
Hathaway asked in this way. Of course, she did not believe that Jenkins would lie about this kind of question, because the other party did not have that ability, which she was very confident in.
This sentence made Jenkins breathe a sigh of relief, and he read the meaning of acting like a baby from this sentence. Maybe he felt wrong, but at least the tone of the conversation was less tense.
So he got up from behind the desk and sat next to Hathaway, and of course Chocolate followed with a wagging tail.
"Then what is the relationship between you and that god?"
This sentence made Jenkins stunned for a moment, he thought Hathaway already knew that he was the god of lies. But thinking about it carefully, Hathaway didn't seem to see him becoming a god head-on. The only thing he saw was that the black cat of the God of Lies turned into chocolate, and followed him with an affectionate look. He thought this was enough to prove that he was the God of Lies. After all, chocolate was only close to him.
"Do you want to tell Hathaway that I am the god of lies?"
He asked himself in his heart, and in the yes or no, he got relatively reasonable reasons. Originally, he didn't tell Hathaway about this, on the one hand, he was worried about scaring her, and on the other hand, he was worried that knowing this would put a heavy burden on her.
But now, it doesn't seem to make sense, not at all.
"God of lies?"
He shrugged his shoulders and replied as calmly as possible:
"it is me."
He looked into Hathaway's eyes, and Hathaway looked into his eyes. The two sides remained motionless as if suspended by time, which made the cat on one side feel a bit inappropriate to be here now.
Annoyed by the feeling, it sprinted up Jenkins' shoulder and tried to brush Jenkins' profile with its tail. But before it did so, Jenkins maintained his eye contact with Hathaway, and very calmly took the cat off his shoulder and put it on his lap with one hand.
With just a gentle stroking, the cat, which was still a little furry, regained its calm. After a "meow~", it lay on Jenkins' lap and accepted the stroking with peace of mind.
The familiar trance made Hathaway feel blurry again. A few minutes ago, she thought she would never be shocked by anything again, but she soon realized that she was wrong.
"you are God?"
"Think about it, why am I a believer in all lies? What's the point of doing this? Is it just because it's fun? No, because there are no believers in lies, there are only gods of lies. I answer this question honestly , yes, I am... well, I am the god of lies."
Hathaway suddenly took a big breath, as if she couldn't breathe. Jenkins immediately put his palm on her chest to help her breathe. In fact, at this time, bloodletting to relieve the blood pressure that has risen due to violent emotional fluctuations will have a better effect. But Jenkins believed that Hathaway would regulate her own emotions, and he didn't think it was a very important thing.
She can even accept the fact that he is a believer in all lies without revealing too much emotional fluctuation, so she can also accept that he is the god of lies.
But obviously he overestimated Hathaway's emotional control method. She didn't gradually calm down because of Jenkins' help. Instead, her breathing became louder and louder until she finally turned sideways and hugged Jenkins. .
At the age when the girl's love affair first started, at the age when she was still very ignorant, and the relationship with Britney was just a pure friendship, just like many young girls, Hathaway also had some hallucinations.
The most exaggerated fantasy is that most girls, like most girls, want to marry a prince in the future, and he is a prince with the right to inherit. It has now been realized.
God of Destiny is sometimes too stingy, but this time he is too generous.
Hathaway thought that what she had begged for was just a little bun that might be a bit extravagant. After he didn't want bread and liked noodles instead, the god of fate not only gave him both bread and noodles, but also that hateful bread was actually an extra version with butter and jam.
And the most generous point of fate is that the bread is not bread, it is...
Hathaway couldn't think.