Lin Naiyue still wasn’t reassured. “Prim, does Mom just need to stand there?”
“Of course.”
Primrose smiled. “You’re the hero. Just showing your confidence and strength is enough. Leave the talking to Consta and me.”
“Mother, please rest assured. With the Goddess here, everything will go smoothly. You just need to keep smiling.”
Cecilia chimed in from the side. “Besides, as the Saintess, I bathe in the Goddess’s radiance and carry a certain authority. I can help calm people’s hearts.”
Dorothy leaned against Lin Naiyue’s chest, sneering inwardly.
A speech?
Stabilizing morale?
These humans really love this kind of hollow nonsense.
In the face of absolute power, this so-called public support is nothing but fragile.
Still, Dorothy was curious to hear what big talk Primrose would spout once she stood on that platform.
The carriage traveled for about twenty minutes before slowing down.
Voices from outside grew louder, swelling like waves, one after another.
“Goddess, we’ve arrived.” Consta stood up and straightened her clothes.
Yuna was the first to push open the carriage door, jump down, and then stand respectfully by the door.
Primrose took a deep breath and stepped down first.
The moment her feet touched the ground, the surrounding noise instantly fell silent.
Primrose looked up.
Before her was a massive plaza.
It was densely packed with people—no less than a thousand.
Men, women, the elderly, and children—all wearing coarse linen clothes, their faces etched with exhaustion and fear.
At the front of the plaza stood a hastily built platform, covered in red carpet and surrounded by fully armed border guards.
Among them, the warrior chief Buck stood out, especially conspicuous.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Primrose.
Her silvery-white hair glittered in the sunlight, and she radiated an aura of sacredness that made it hard to look directly at her.
A stir ran through the crowd.
Someone fell to their knees with a thud, pressing their hands together in prayer.
Then, like dominoes, rows upon rows of people knelt down.
“Goddess Primrose…”
“It’s really Her Grace the Goddess descending…”
Primrose looked at the commoners kneeling before her, her heart shaken.
Oh my god.
The sight of so many people kneeling at once was overwhelming enough.
And now, they were kneeling to her.
So this was what it meant to be a deity?
Beyond the shock, Primrose’s feelings were a tangled mess.
Not long ago, she had been an ordinary high school student who stammered when speaking in class, never having seen such a grand scene.
Now, she had transformed into someone worshipped by thousands—a ruler… no, a goddess!
Having to give a speech in front of all these people, while pretending to be a profound and unfathomable deity—that was harder than beating a game.
But she knew that their faith had long been shattered.
Even if any remnants remained, they had been broken apart during the three hundred years since the demon race appeared.
They were kneeling now not because they were truly devout.
But because they were too afraid. They needed a lifeline to cling to.
Primrose remained silent, took a deep breath, and instead adopted the mindset she used in the game world—unflappable even if the heavens collapsed.
Composing herself, she turned to look at Lin Naiyue behind her.
“Mom, let’s go.” Primrose reached out and took Lin Naiyue’s hand.
But when she pulled, it didn’t budge.
Primrose only then noticed the sensation of holding her mother’s hand.
Smooth. Damp.
Her mother’s palms were drenched in cold sweat.
Lin Naiyue was trembling with nervousness.
Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her, her violet eyes quivering slightly.
She was wearing that set of Smoky Purple Grade armor, which looked imposing, but she was shrinking into herself, completely lacking the aura of a hero.
“Prim…” Lin Naiyue whispered. “There are too many people… Mom really doesn’t know what to do.”
“What if I trip while walking?”
“What if I say the wrong thing?”
“Mom, don’t be scared.”
Primrose softened her voice. “You don’t have to say anything.”
“Once we get up there, just stand next to me.”
“Just look at the people down below.”
“If looking at them makes you nervous, look at the distant houses or the sky. Leave everything else to me.”
Lin Naiyue looked up at her daughter’s strikingly beautiful face.
Even though her daughter had now taken the form of a girl, in Lin Naiyue’s heart, she was still the child she relied on most.
With her daughter’s reassurance, Lin Naiyue’s tension eased a little.
She nodded firmly. “Okay, Mom will listen to you. Mom will just stay by your side.”
Lin Naiyue held Dorothy’s hand, took a deep breath, and grasped Primrose’s hand.
Dorothy stood on the other side of Lin Naiyue, arms crossed.
She looked up at Primrose, who was so seriously arranging everything, and sneered inwardly.
Humans really were ridiculous, weak, social creatures.
When trouble comes, instead of thinking about how to fight, they give speeches.
Would a few pretty words scare the demon race away?
Could a speech be eaten?
Dorothy thought this was a complete waste of time.
Cecilia followed behind Primrose.
She clutched the Holy Scepter tightly, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Primrose’s back, trembling with excitement.
The Goddess was about to show a miracle before everyone!
What a magnificent moment!
As the Saintess, to stand behind the Goddess—what incredible honor!
Cecilia felt like even her breathing was becoming difficult.
She had to memorize every single move the Goddess made.
Yuna and Aiwei, as bodyguards, followed at the rear, staying alert.
Led by Consta, the group stepped onto the red carpet and walked step by step toward the platform.
They were about to welcome the public speech that would decide the fate of Tattle Town—no, the entire Kingdom of Aezera, even the whole world.
The moment Consta stepped onto the platform, the chaotic noise in the plaza died down.
Everyone shut their mouths and looked up at the stage.
Consta usually held great authority in the town. She acted decisively and treated commoners well.
Everyone respected her.
Consta walked to the center of the platform.
She didn’t use any magic item to amplify her voice. Instead, she channeled her mana directly, focusing it on her throat.
This way, her words would reach every corner of the plaza clearly.
“People of Tattle Town!” Consta began, her voice loud, echoing across the square.