The Dawn God’s Regret

Three days later, my Millennium Awakening ceremony was held as scheduled.

However, very few people came forward to congratulate me.

On the contrary, Sol was surrounded by a crowd of divine nobles, everyone fawning over him.

"After tonight, you will take over the authority of the Sun and Moon systems," a mortal king said flatteringly. "Should I address you as High Lord Sol?"

"I hope that after you take over, you will consider extending our family’s ancient contract," a fairy queen said softly.

"I brought a gift for Lilith," an Elven lord bowed deeply, "to express our gratitude for your... for her special attention."

They weren't just flattering Sol; they were also sucking up to Lilith.

She pretended to be surprised as she opened the gift, covering her mouth with her hand.

Inside lay a starlight necklace, every gemstone pulsing with starlight energy.

"Oh, this is too precious!" she exclaimed. "Tonight is Goddess Lyra’s awakening ceremony; this should be given to her, not me."

Sol smiled dotingly. "What does it matter? After I marry her, I will inherit the authority of the Sun and Moon systems. I will have the final say in everything! Let me put it on for you."

He fastened the necklace for her, and she gazed at him with adoration.

I watched all of this from a distance, only feeling that it was somewhat laughable.

In my previous life, I was truly blind not to see their illicit affair.

Fortunately, Heaven gave me the chance to live again.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, Sol looked toward me.

He frowned and instinctively shielded Lilith behind him, as if he were worried I would rush up to tear them apart.

But I ignored him, simply turning to converse with other goddesses.

Not long after, Sol appeared behind me, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction: "I didn't expect you to finally grow up and stop making things difficult for Lilith. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

I looked at him coldly. "I don't want anything."

He laughed, filled with disbelief. "You think your little act will make me want you more? You've been begging for my attention since you were a child."

"Don't worry," he continued, his eyes sweeping over me. "I will uphold our marriage contract. Tonight, you can come to my bedchamber. If you serve me well, I might even let you carry my child."

At the mention of a child, a surge of pain hit me—my unborn child, who died in that cold room along with me.

"I will never bear a child for you," I said calmly.

He approached, reaching out to put his arm around my waist. I smelled the floral scent of Lilith on his skin and saw a faint lipstick mark on his collar.

"Enough, Sol," I took a step back. "Show some respect."

He froze, then sneered. "Respect? You spent centuries fawning over me. Everyone knows you are my loyal worshiper. Now you suddenly want dignity?"

I looked at him firmly. "Who said I was going to marry you?"