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"Alright, since everyone's here, let's pray to the God of Lucia for the food He has provided us," King Eclessias said in a majestic tone.
"God of Lucia?" Mathias tried to remember before sweating coldly.
From what Mathias remembered, the God of Lucia was named Luci Fer, the God of the Underworld.
Mathias felt a chill in his spine when he remembered this from the predecessor's memories.
If King Eclessias hadn't mentioned it, Mathias might have forgotten and simply farm simp points from females.
The name Luci Fer was obviously that of a fallen angel, and being the God of the underworld only made it more unsettling.
Mathias was shocked to find out that his new family was unexpectedly praying to an evil deity.
Although he wasn't completely sure, Mathias still felt creeped out.
Mathias was dazed for a while when someone elbowed him on his left side.
He looked to the side and saw it was Princess Stacy, a beautiful girl who was fifteen years old.
Her silver hair and eyes, unique to the royal family, stood out.
She was more beautiful than Isabella and seemed more developed as well.
She was looking at him with a frown.
"A beauty!" Mathias thought, simping.
Simp points +0.05.
"What? I gain points just by simping in thought and perverted intent?" Although it was only a small amount of points, it was still points.
"What is it, darling?" Mathias whispered and asked.
Simp points +0.20.
Stacy's beautiful face frowned even more.
How dare this hateful prince unexpectedly call her darling?
But she couldn't explode here in the middle of the praying.
"Pray! Why are you not praying?" Stacy whispered at Mathias and pointed at the King, Queen, and their siblings, who were praying.
They brought their hands together and closed their eyes, silently praying in their minds. Mathias was confused and thought, "I thought they would pray together by holding hands and chanting the prayers loudly?"
Everyone's eyes were closed and they were praying silently, except for Stacy, who had opened her right eye slightly, and Mathias, who was completely oblivious.
It seemed that the memories hadn't fully integrated yet.
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