Dorothy edged closer to Primrose as she spoke, reaching out to grab the hem of Primrose’s dress like a little sister seeking protection.
“An opportunity to get close to Big Sister through ‘disguise’—I absolutely can’t let it slip by.”
Dorothy whined in a soft, clingy voice. She’d finally caught a chance to get close to Big Sister through this, and there was no way she was letting it go.
Primrose felt a chill run down her spine as Dorothy pressed closer.
“Big Sister, those black-red chains sound really scary.”
Although this nuke wouldn’t kill her, having a Demon King this close felt like having a nuclear bomb pressed against her back, didn’t it?
Primrose forced a calm expression, casually patting Dorothy’s head and offering a reassuring word.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here…”
Dorothy felt a warm glow inside from having her head patted.
But her mind was still racing at full speed.
Two thousand years ago, the Evil God had actually met a High Elf…
The Evil God had always wanted to destroy this world. If Big Sister went to rescue that elf, she’d definitely come into direct conflict with the Evil God’s power—those black-red chains.
With Big Sister’s current strength, cracking some residual Evil God power would be no problem at all.
But that was like tugging on a tiger’s whiskers. If she got lucky, she wouldn’t be noticed; if she got unlucky, she might draw the attention of the Evil God’s true body. That would be trouble…
No, that would be a total disaster.
The Hero’s Mother was still capped at the human level limit. Even with the Holy Sword and Holy Armor forged from the First Divine Key, her strength had already surpassed both Dorothy and the Ice Snow Dragon, but that was absolutely nowhere near enough to form a combat force against the Evil God.
And then it would be a 1v1 between Big Sister and the Evil God.
But gods couldn’t act in the mortal realm. If she forcibly broke the Unified Divine Realm’s Iron Rule, Big Sister would suffer severe backlash…
That’s right. Gods could actually break the Iron Rule prohibiting intervention, but doing so would bring severe backlash.
That was also a fragment of information she’d naturally obtained when she signed a contract with the Evil God and gained its power.
Dorothy calculated in her head—if only she could obtain the Elf Heart without destroying the chains, that would be perfect.
“Amily, you said that High Elf Big Sister is trapped—where exactly is she right now?”
Primrose looked at Amily.
“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 never allowed to approach.”
“Elf Big Sister told me that the elf elders sealed it off to keep the young elves from learning the truth.”
“The elders thought that if the young elves found out that the High Elf they’d always worshipped had been defeated and locked up for a thousand years, everyone would lose hope.”
“So for this past thousand years, including the elders themselves, not a single person has seen 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 news to keep the people’s spirits stable.
“Mm, that makes sense.”
Cecilia stood nearby, and after listening to Amily’s account, she nodded in strong agreement.
“It’s like how a High Elf is equivalent to a nation’s S-rank Adventurer, or a top-tier figure like a Sword Saint.”
“They’re the faith and spiritual pillar of an entire race, a goal admired and aspired to by many young people.”
“But if one day, someone suddenly told those young people that the invincible existence they admired and aspired to had long been defeated—not just defeated, but tied up in a cave in an utterly disgraceful manner for a full thousand years.”
“They’d definitely go crazy.”
Primrose couldn’t help but think of the burden of being an idol.
A High Elf was the elves’ idol. If the idol’s image collapsed, the fans would lose their minds.
“That kind of collapse of faith is a fatal blow. The elders did this to protect the vitality of the elf race.”
Primrose couldn’t help but think of the burden of being an idol.
To keep the fans from collectively breaking down, the management company (the elders) had no choice but to hide the truth and create the illusion that the idol was still in seclusion.
“Now that 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 Lao Ma could break past level 100.
As for whether those black-red chains trapping the High Elf were the power of the Final Crisis—well, we’d find out by going to look.
Just then, Consta stepped forward.
“Please wait, Goddess.”
She called out to Primrose, who was about to head outside.
Primrose stopped and turned, looking at the female Lord with slight confusion.
“Is there something else?”
Consta maintained her elegant 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 the A-rank Adventurers who fought on the Border Battlefield yesterday, Rayne and Polina. One of them was the person you and the Hero’s Mother saved in Grayrock Town.”
Primrose remembered now.
Polina was the purple-haired female mage they’d saved yesterday in Grayrock Town when Lao Ma cut down the Demon Race’s Shisu with one swing of her sword.
Rayne… who was that?
“What do they want with me?” Primrose asked.
“They’re a couple. 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 and became deeply devoted to you. So they have a bold request.”
“What request?”
“They want to ask you, Goddess, to personally officiate their wedding as the witness.”
Primrose froze.
A wedding witness?
She’d never even been in a relationship herself, and now she was supposed to be a witness at 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 witnessing the marriage of her followers didn’t seem like that big a deal.
Wasn’t Earth full of people going to churches, swearing before God to become husband and wife under the priest’s guidance?
“What about the other two people?” Primrose asked next.
“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 a most vicious curse that can only be cured by the Saintess’s purification magic.”
“They originally planned to go to the Royal Capital to find the Saintess, but when they learned the Saintess was currently by your side, they wanted to ask the Saintess to act and save Mila’s sister.”
Primrose turned to look at Cecilia.
So it was about getting Cecilia to treat someone.
When Cecilia heard this, her expression changed instantly.
Hearing that a commoner needed healing, as the Saintess, she should have immediately agreed.
It was her duty.
But…
If she went to treat Mila’s sister, that would mean being separated.