“How dare they mock me in public!”
Dorothy clenched her teeth in anger.
“But no matter how many troops the Demon Race has, no matter what schemes they plot.”
Primrose continued, “As long as I am here, as long as the Hero is here, they will never take another step forward.”
Primrose raised her right hand, and a dazzling silvery-white light began to condense in her palm.
“I, Primrose, promise you here.”
“I will lead the Hero and drive the Demon Race out of the Kingdom of Aezera.”
“I will let you return to your homes.”
“I will make it so that the sound of monsters no longer exists on this land.”
Primrose knew that these commoners didn’t need to hear any grand principles.
They only needed a clear promise.
A promise that would let them survive.
The people below listened, watching the ball of light growing brighter in Primrose’s hand. Their blood began to boil.
They had waited three hundred years for these words.
No one doubted anymore.
No one was afraid anymore.
Because standing before them was the Lady Goddess who had truly shown miracles.
“Long live the Lady Goddess!”
“Long live the Lady Goddess!”
“Long live the Lord Hero!”
The commoners in the entire plaza joined in the shouts. Thousands of voices combined, almost scattering the clouds in the sky.
Primrose looked at the frenzied scene and sighed in relief.
It seemed the first step had been steady.
Next, she needed to give them some tangible benefits to stoke the fire completely.
Primrose looked at the ecstatic crowd below, knowing that words alone weren’t enough. Now that she had boasted, she quickly needed to show real ability to make these people fully devoted.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
The divine power inside her began to circulate.
Primrose raised her right hand high. The silvery-white light instantly expanded, becoming a huge ball of light that floated into the air above the plaza.
‘Holy Healing Rain.’ Primrose silently recited.
This was a large-scale group recovery spell from the Sage’s Codex. Originally used for healing in large raids or guild PVP battles. Now it was most suitable for calming the commoners.
The ball of light in midair suddenly burst, turning into countless points of silvery-white light rain, scattering down onto the plaza.
The light rain fell on people, not wetting their clothes, but directly merging into their bodies.
A miracle occurred at that moment.
A middle-aged man who had fallen was originally wincing in pain, his wound still bleeding. As soon as the light rain fell on him, the wound immediately stopped bleeding. Visibly, the scraped skin began to heal, scab over, and finally even left no scar.
A young man who had fought yesterday, took a punch to his left eye, now swollen high, felt a coolness in his eye. He reached out and touched it, the swelling completely disappeared, and his eyesight was even clearer than before.
“My hand! My hand can move!”
An old man with a disabled arm excitedly waved his arm, crying out loudly.
The commoners without injuries, their exhaustion from days of fleeing and providing for their families was also swept away. All those minor aches and pains on their bodies disappeared.
The entire plaza fell into a brief dead silence.
Everyone stared dazedly at their own unharmed bodies.
A few seconds later.
“A miracle! This is a true miracle!”
“Praise the Lady Goddess Primrose!”
The crowd went completely crazy.
If the slogans earlier had a bit of blind following, then now, everyone was deeply grateful and worshipful from the heart. They cried and laughed, treating Primrose as the sole savior.
Warrior Chief Buck saw this, his eyes slightly red.
He fought to the death against the Demon Race, just to see that everyone was no longer harmed, and children’s faces could beam with happy smiles. To make this world… have fewer tragedies.
“Dahlia, do you see? The Lady Goddess has truly descended…”
Buck looked up at the sky, muttering to himself.
Dahlia was his deceased wife who had been killed by the Demon Race. His wife’s greatest wish had been… to see the legendary one worshipped by the First King, the Lady Goddess Primrose, descend. With unparalleled divine radiance, extinguish the flames of war in the mortal world, and heal people’s wounded hearts.
“Warrior Chief Buck of the Border Guard Army is willing to go through fire and water for the Lady Goddess, to the death!”
Buck raised his fist high and joined in the people’s shouting voices.
Cecilia, standing beside Primrose, was now completely in a sick state of flushed face and frenzy.
“Huff, puff—”
Cecilia watched Primrose’s back bathed in divine light, breathing heavily like a bellows. Her face was burning red, legs weak, almost unable to stand.
“So beautiful… The Lady Goddess is too great…”
Cecilia screamed wildly in her heart.
She wished she could rush up now and hug Primrose’s thighs, kiss the Lady Goddess’s instep.
Yuna stood beside Cecilia and noticed the saintess’s loss of composure. She quickly and quietly reached out to support Cecilia’s arm, lest she fall from excitement.
Lin Naiyue watched this scene, her mouth wide open.
“Prim is amazing…”
Lin Naiyue muttered quietly.
She originally thought her daughter had just become like in the game, but didn’t expect her to be so goddess-like. As a mother, her heart was full of pride.
Dorothy was watching coldly from the sidelines.
She watched those humans weeping in gratitude over a bit of healing magic, her heart full of disdain.
A bunch of inexperienced fools.
Dorothy snorted coldly in her heart.
This level of magic, a thousand years ago when Primrose was causing trouble everywhere, wasn’t even a warm-up.
But she… had once been one of them.
Big Sister.
This was how she once addressed Primrose.
A special address that belonged only to her.
A trace of loneliness flickered in Dorothy’s crimson eyes.
Just when the whole venue was in frenzy.
The gray-cloaked figure in the corner of the plaza still maintained a half-crouch. The crystal ball in his hand emitted a faint blue light, completely recording everything happening on the podium, and transmitting it in real-time to a distant place.
This gray-cloaked man looked up, revealing a pair of sharp eyes under his hood. He looked at Primrose on the podium, then at Warrior Chief Buck standing at the front.
He knew his mission was complete.
He quietly tucked the crystal ball into his robe, ready to leave.
***
At a place far, far away from Tattle Town.
The capital of the Kingdom of Aezera, Saint Laurent.
This was a city of extreme prosperity.
Unlike the dilapidated towns on the border.
The streets here were all paved with white marble. Both sides of the street were planted with precious flowers and plants, and the air carried a faint scent of perfume. Nobles’ carriages shuttled through the streets, their wheels inlaid with gold trim.
In the very center of the city was a magnificent palace. The palace’s spire pierced the clouds, and the outer walls were carved with intricate murals. This was the center of power for the entire kingdom, housing the King and his descendants.
Deep within the palace, there was a long corridor.
One side of the corridor was a row of huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight streamed through the colored glass, casting dappled light and shadow on the red velvet carpet.
The corridor was very quiet. Only the soft footsteps of occasional patrolling guards could be heard.
Following the corridor to the end, there was a heavy oak door. On the door was carved a lifelike white rose, surrounded by platinum-colored branches.
This was the youngest princess of the kingdom—
Saint Freya’s room.