Five soldiers to take down a single demon-controlled monster.
Ten soldiers to take down an ordinary demon.
If not for the Goddess and the Hero descending today, he and the kingdom’s soldiers would have all died here.
The border would have fallen.
He could only feel sincere respect and gratitude toward Primrose and the Hero.
Cecilia glanced at him with a blank expression, then turned her head to gaze affectionately at Primrose.
“Goddess, this is the leader of the border guard, Warrior Chief Buck.”
Cecilia introduced, “And the Consta he mentioned is the lord in charge of border territory management and defense.”
Primrose nodded slightly. She recognized this man. He was the one who led the charge just now—a fearless good warrior.
Soon, she, Lin Naiyue, and Cecilia boarded the lord’s carriage.
Under the admiring gazes of the Warrior Chief and several hundred soldiers, the carriage slowly headed toward Tattle Town.
Primrose sat inside the carriage, resting the thick Sage’s Codex on her lap, her hands folded on top of the book.
The interior was exquisitely decorated, even featuring a dressing mirror. It seemed this Consta was a female lord.
As for the royal knights, most had returned to the Royal Capital through the Teleportation Portal, leaving only one—the one currently driving the carriage.
A woman with black hair and silver armor.
“So this is what it feels like to ride in a carriage. I’ve only ever seen it on TV before~” Lin Naiyue curiously peered out the window.
“Please, Hero, do not act as if you’ve never seen…” Cecilia started, but stopped mid-sentence.
“Right, it’s not bumpy at all.” Primrose also looked around with curiosity, just like her mother.
The mother and daughter seemed like they were out on a picnic, finding everything novel.
“Ahem, the lord’s carriage is honored to carry the Goddess. If this carriage had consciousness, it would surely feel radiant. I imagine the lord would also find it immensely meaningful and pass it down as a family heirloom forever.”
Cecilia cleared her throat and changed her tune.
“By the way, Cecilia.” Primrose turned her head from the window, speaking calmly.
“Yes! Goddess! What are your orders?” Cecilia instantly straightened her back, her voice so loud that it startled Lin Naiyue, who had been admiring the scenery.
“Don’t be so tense.” Primrose waved her hand. “Earlier on the city wall, I heard some soldiers saying I am a deity personally enshrined by the First King of the Kingdom of Aezera a thousand years ago?”
Primrose had been keeping this matter on her mind.
When she played Fantasy Divine Domain, the main storyline had just advanced to helping the Kingdom of Aizela establish itself.
She remembered that the first king, Jiabailie Aizela, was originally just an NPC for quests.
But the storyline ended after the kingdom’s founding.
Now that she had crossed over, how was she the enshrined deity?
Upon hearing this question, Cecilia’s expression became incredibly devout, even tinged with a fanatical sense of pilgrimage.
“Goddess, are you testing my faith?”
“This great chapter engraved in the deepest history of the kingdom, I can recite it backward in my sleep!”
Cecilia took a deep breath and began to speak effusively.
“A thousand years ago, the continent of Erami was still in chaos, with monsters running rampant and wars raging between nations.”
“It was in that dark age that you appeared!”
“At that time, you still had a mortal body, but possessed wisdom and power surpassing everything in the world, and were honored as the greatest Human Sage!”
Hearing this, Primrose couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
The greatest Human Sage—that was the title she earned in the game after grinding for three days and three nights and winning the all-server PVP tournament.
She never expected it to become a historical legend in this world.
“You traveled the continent, quelling wars and teaching magic.”
Cecilia grew more excited as she spoke.
“At that time, the first king of the Kingdom of Aizela, His Majesty Jiabailie, once witnessed your great feat of ascending the divine stairs in your mortal form!”
Stop, stop, stop!
Primrose’s toes curled from embarrassment.
Ascending the divine stairs…?
She only remembered dying from staying up all night playing games.
But here, it turned into an instant ascension to godhood. This…
Cecilia, however, completely failed to notice Primrose’s constipated expression and continued her passionate speech.
“After you became a goddess, His Majesty Jiabailie, to express gratitude for your grace, mobilized the entire kingdom’s resources and built a hundred-meter-tall marble Divine Statue in the very center of the Royal Capital!”
“From then on, you became the only supreme being revered by the people of the Kingdom of Aizela.”
“Whether soldiers heading to battle or travelers on long journeys, all would pray before your statue, seeking your protection.”
Primrose now understood everything.
So Erami Continent was the world of Fantasy Divine Domain after it shut down and automatically evolved for a thousand years.
The NPC she used to take quests from later became king and even erected a statue for her.
Primrose forcefully suppressed her urge to complain.
Lin Naiyue listened nearby, half-understanding, completely unaware of the cause and effect.
But she knew that Cecilia and even the entire kingdom deeply respected her daughter.
That was enough.
Her daughter was admired by others—as her mother, she couldn’t be happier.
Primrose had figured out how she came to be enshrined, but she still had one question.
“Earlier, I heard those soldiers say that three previous deities and Heroes descended, but they all ended up tragically. What’s that about?”
At this topic, Cecilia lowered her head slightly, her face showing deep disgust and contempt.
“Goddess, that’s a long story, and it’s also a humiliating chapter in the history of our kingdom and all humanity.”
Cecilia sighed and began recounting that dark past.
“The Demon Race appeared suddenly about three hundred and fifty years ago.”
“They crawled out from the abyss in the northern part of the continent, countless in number, killing everyone they saw and slaughtering every city they encountered.”
“In just fifty years, the Demon Race conquered most of humanity’s territory and destroyed dozens of small nations.”
“The Kingdom of Aizela barely held half its land thanks to the magical barrier you left behind.”
Primrose nodded, but the magical barrier she left behind?
She thought about it—it seemed the main storyline did have that process.
“Later, during the three hundred years of the Demon Race’s rampage, a deity and a Hero descended every hundred years.”
Cecilia sighed as she said, “Back then, people thought salvation had finally arrived. The whole city welcomed them with open arms and offered them the best resources.”
“But in the end, it was all for nothing.”