Dorothy spoke while sidling closer to Primrose, reaching out to grab the hem of Primrose’s dress like a little sister seeking shelter.
An opportunity to get close to the big sister through “disguise” absolutely could not be wasted.
Dorothy whined in a soft, clingy voice. She had finally managed to seize this chance to get near Primrose.
“Big sister, those black-red chains sound really scary.”
Feeling Dorothy’s approach, Primrose broke out in goosebumps.
Having the Demon King this close—wasn’t that basically having a nuke pressed against her back?
Even if that nuke couldn’t actually kill her.
Primrose forced a calm demeanor, casually patting Dorothy’s head and offering a reassuring word.
“Don’t be scared, I’m here…”
No one knew how stiff she actually was.
Dorothy’s head had been patted, and she felt absolutely delighted inside.
But her thoughts were still racing at full speed.
Two thousand years ago, the Evil God had actually seen a High Elf…
The Evil God had always wanted to destroy this world. If the big sister went to rescue that elf, she would definitely end up directly crossing paths with the Evil God’s power—those black-red chains.
With the big sister’s current strength, breaking through some leftover remnants of the Evil God’s power would definitely be no problem.
But that was basically like tugging on a tiger’s whiskers. If she got lucky, no one would notice; if she got unlucky, it could draw the attention of the Evil God’s main body. That would be trouble…
No, rather—that would be the end.
The Hero’s Mother was still only at the human level cap. Even with the Holy Sword and Holy Armor formed from the First Divine Key backing her, pushing her power beyond both Dorothy and the Ice Snow Dragon, it still absolutely wasn’t enough to form a combat force against the Evil God.
At that point, it would be a 1v1 between the big sister and the Evil God.
But gods couldn’t act in the lower realm. If she forcefully broke that iron rule of the Unified Divine Realm, the big sister would suffer severe backlash.
That’s right—gods actually could break the iron rule against acting, but doing so would bring severe backlash.
This was also a fragment of information she had naturally obtained when she signed the contract with the Evil God and gained its power.
Dorothy calculated in her mind, hoping they could get the Elf Heart without destroying the chains.
“Amily, you said that High Elf big sister is trapped. So where exactly is she right now?”
Primrose looked at Amily.
“The elf big sister said she’s locked in a cave deep inside the Elf Forest.”
Amily gripped the hem of her own clothes with her small hands, her voice soft but clear.
“That cave is a forbidden ground that elves are absolutely not allowed to approach.”
“The elf big sister told me that the elders of the elf race sealed that place off, to keep the young elves from knowing the truth.”
“The elders thought that if the young elves found out that the High Elf they’d always worshipped had been defeated by someone and locked up for a thousand years, everyone would lose hope.”
“So for this past thousand years, including those elders, no one has ever seen the elf big sister’s face. They’ve only heard her voice from outside the cave.”
Primrose nodded.
So that was it.
The higher-ups had sealed off the information to stabilize the people’s morale.
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
Cecilia stood to the side, listening to Amily’s words, and nodded in agreement.
“This is just like how a High Elf is equivalent to a nation’s S-rank adventurer, or a top figure like a Sword Saint.”
“They are the faith and spiritual pillar of the entire race, the goal that many young people admire and aspire to.”
“But if one day, someone suddenly told these young people—the invincible existence you admire and aspire to was defeated long ago, and not just defeated, but bound in a cave in an extremely humiliating way for an entire thousand years—”
“They’d definitely go crazy.”
Primrose couldn’t help but think of the idol baggage analogy.
The High Elf was the idol of the elf race. If the idol’s image collapsed, the fans would collapse right along with it.
“This kind of collapse of faith is a fatal blow. To keep the fans from collectively breaking down, the management company—that is, the elders—could only choose to hide the truth and create the illusion that the idol was still in seclusion.”
“Doing this is also to protect the vitality of the elf race.”
“Since we know the location, there’s no time to waste.”
Primrose stood up.
“Let’s go and come back quickly.”
The top priority now was getting the Elf Heart so her mother could break through Level 100.
As for those black-red chains trapping the High Elf—whether or not they were the power of the Final Crisis, they could find out by going to see.
Just then, Consta stepped forward.
“Please wait, Goddess.”
She called out to Primrose, who was about to head out.
Primrose stopped in her tracks and turned around, looking at the female lord with some confusion.
“Is there something else?”
Consta maintained her graceful posture.
“It’s like this…”
“There are four people downstairs who have been waiting for you.”
Primrose raised an eyebrow.
“Four people? Waiting for me?”
“Yes.”
Consta nodded.
“Two of them are A-rank adventurers who fought on the border battlefield yesterday—Rayne and Polina. One of them is the person you and the Hero’s Mother saved in Grayrock Town.”
Primrose remembered now.
Polina was the purple-haired female mage they saved in Grayrock Town yesterday, right when her mother killed Shisu with a single sword strike.
Rayne… who was that?
“What do they want with me?”
Primrose asked.
“The two of them are lovers. They originally planned to return home and get married after this war against the Demon Race ended.”
Consta explained.
“Yesterday, they witnessed the miracle you displayed with their own eyes. They are extremely devoted to you, so they have a presumptuous request.”
“What request?”
“They would like to ask you, Goddess, to personally officiate their wedding.”
Primrose was stunned.
Officiate a wedding?
She had never even been in a relationship herself, and she was supposed to officiate someone else’s wedding?
That was way too absurd.
But then she thought about it—her current identity was that of a deity.
A god officiating a wedding for her believers didn’t seem like too much of a problem.
Wasn’t it the same on Earth, where many people went to church and swore before God to become husband and wife under the guidance of a priest?
“And the other two?”
Primrose continued asking.
“The other two are also A-rank adventurers who participated in the defense yesterday, but they stayed with the city defense forces. One is named Aurelite, and the other is Mila.”
Consta continued her report.
“Mila’s younger sister is afflicted with an extremely vicious curse that can only be cured by the Saintess’s purification magic.”
“They originally planned to head to the Royal Capital to find the Saintess, but when they learned the Saintess is currently by your side, they wanted to ask the Saintess to take action and save Mila’s sister.”
Primrose turned to look at Cecilia.
So it was about finding Cecilia for treatment.
When Cecilia heard this, her expression shifted instantly.
Upon hearing that a commoner needed healing, as the Saintess, she should immediately agree.
It was her duty.
But…
If she went to heal the sister of that girl named Mila, it meant she would have to be separated from the Goddess.