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85 – 85. Trust of the Earth Mother (2)

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Jéblinne, who had visited the villa as if it were her own home, was still in a state of uncertainty.

They said an envoy from Succession Land had been dispatched.

It seemed she was too preoccupied with welcoming the high-ranking clergyman who had traveled a long way.

Why would an envoy considered a power figure in Succession Land move? Lying on the sofa, she speculated on the reason why the Succession Land envoy prevented the Valtaria Empire.

“Hmph, hmph….”

A child’s humming could be heard.

The girl with long green hair was lying on a plush rug, fully engaged in coloring. She was gradually filling the blank canvas with various colors using colorful pencils.

What is she drawing, exactly?

It was difficult to recognize due to Louinon’s poor drawing skills.

“What are you drawing?”

“Max!”

Ah.

She intentionally drew it poorly.

She truly captured Maximilian’s inner psyche perfectly.

Nodding in response to Ruaé’s answer, she admired the masterpiece completed with colored pencils.

“Edanthe!”

Thud.

The door opened roughly, as if it would fall off its hinges.

The unexpected guest who entered without notice was the princess who had provided the Valtaria Imperial Villa to the rustic noble of the Hohenberg family.

“What is the matter…?”

“The Earth Mother has bestowed her trust!”

“….”

“I-Is it true!”

As unbelievable as the fact that Rudmilla was only seventeen years old.

A trust?

The Earth Mother bestowing her trust?

It was truly unbelievable.

It was so absurd that it was beyond laughter.

Who spread such fake news?

If the fanatical priests of the Earth Mother had heard, they would surely have imposed physical sanctions.

“The fact that the handwritten letter from Succession was delivered by the envoy Hordamet to the Emperor is true!”

“…Has she truly bestowed her trust?”

Surely the envoy representing Succession Land would not have lied to the Emperor of the Empire.

The trust might actually be true.

Gasping in astonishment, she abruptly stood up from the plush sofa.

“W-What exactly is the content?”

“I don’t know either. We only received the fact that the Earth Mother has bestowed her trust.”

Succession Land requested the Imperial Emperor Barbarosa to convene a conference using the trust of the Earth Mother as a pretext.

Would the Emperor accept the request?

Most likely he would.

The Valtaria Empire was a loyal nation to Succession Land like Succession Land was to Gaël.

“The last time the conference was held… it was 3 years ago.”

“That’s right. All the kings of the continent gathered in the Imperial City to declare the Third Race War.”

The trust of the Earth Mother was expected to have a far-reaching impact surpassing the declaration of the Race War.

Dreadful.

Truly a damn situation.

“Edan!”

How should they deal with this?

While pondering this, a girl with silver hair dressed in pure white robes rushed in.

Like Rudmilla, she seemed to have rushed to announce the latest news. She nodded towards Jéblinne, indicating that she had heard about the trust and wanted to inform her.

“Miss, what trust has the Earth Mother bestowed?”

“I don’t know. I just heard about it too.”

The trust of the Earth Mother was revealed so abruptly that even the First Saint did not know about it.

Was it to prevent leaks?

Or was it a calculated move to leverage power against the Emperor?

The contents of the mandate issued by the Earth Mother were probably known only to the Archbishop Boern. The envoy dispatched to the Baltaria Empire was nothing more than a messenger to deliver the handwritten letter.

“What’s the matter?”

He raised his voice as he approached Rue, holding colored pencils and drawing paper.

“It’s nothing.”

He replied optimistically, in case any fear might transfer to Rue.

“It could be a mandate related to Edan. Perhaps…”

“… “

To the Almighty and All-Knowing One, a warmonger was nothing more than a mere speck.

It was certain that the identity was known.

By employing the mandate of the Earth Mother, they might expose the identity of the warmonger.

Jebline’s speculation was a reasonable argument.

“It’s not a matter to rush judgment on. Nothing has been revealed yet, right?”

Confront it boldly.

Or indulge in revelry like anyone else.

Even if the mandate of the Earth Mother was revealed later, it wouldn’t be too late.

“Darn it, why did the Earth Mother issue a mandate right after the rebellion broke out in the Boemon Kingdom… It couldn’t be related to the Holy Maiden Party, could it? It better not be.”

There were too many secrets that could act as fatal flaws.

Apostles serving the catastrophe god of war.

And the Holy Maiden Party trying to resurrect the god of death.

If any of these were to be revealed to the public, a tremendous aftermath would ensue.

The future was to be determined according to the will of the Earth Mother.

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The only known holy maidens were the 1st Holy Maiden Jebline and the 2nd Holy Maiden Beatrice.

However, there were numerous holy maidens in the Holy Kingdom.

Novice holy maidens.

The girls living in the Female-Only Holy Maiden Institute were called novice holy maidens.

Girls selected from all over the continent were so beautiful and lovely that one might doubt if beauty was the criterion for selecting holy maidens, rather than their qualifications.

Like dolls crafted by skilled artisans, the beautiful girls awaited the moment when they would make their mark in the world, cherishing their purity and faith.

“Sigh… This is really giving me a headache.”

The girl with luscious crimson hair murmured.

Surprisingly, the place where the girl sat was a throne adorned with the finest velvet as soft as feathers.

Despite being just a novice holy maiden,

how could she be allowed to sit on a throne fit for the leader of the Holy Kingdom?

If an outsider were to witness the spectacle at the Holy Maiden Institute, they would undoubtedly question such a sight.

“My, My Lady…!”

“It’s an honor to meet you.”

Around 50 novice holy maidens bowed down on the ground, paying their respects.

In response, the girl sitting on the throne raised her hand, gesturing for them to stop bowing.

“No need for formalities. Just call me ‘sister’ casually.”

Her nonchalant and lively voice evoked images of a girl-next-door one might find in any neighborhood.

There was no hint of dignity.

The novice holy maidens, taken aback by her familiarity, forgot what they wanted to say.

And the man with nondescript skin, who had been observing the scene, wiped his face and sighed.

The only person granted access to the Female-Only Holy Maiden Institute was the leader of the Holy Kingdom, Archbishop Boern.

“Suddenly issuing a mandate, borrowing the flesh of a novice holy maiden… Following the will of the Holy One is too difficult.”

“It’s hard for a mere human to understand the mind of the Almighty.”

To call it a decision of the Great Almighty seemed too impromptu.

It was a behavior akin to that of a novice.

In other words, it meant having a mental age around twenty.

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If the deities who had unfortunately lost their seats of power had witnessed the actions, they would have undoubtedly sighed.

Gaël, unlike other deities, had an overly emotional temperament.

“Are you alright?”

“She was quite a promising one… But it seems she can’t handle it anymore.”

Gaël reached out his hand.

His delicate, snow-white hand trembled like a leaf.

The flesh of the novice holy maiden couldn’t bear the burden of the Great Almighty. As the trembling of his hand grew more intense, Gaël let out a bitter smile.

“I suppose I’ll have to transfer to the next flesh.”

If he used the flesh to its limits, he could endure for about a day.

But Gaël deeply cherished the virtuous novice holy maiden who worshipped him.

Even if he had to resign, it wouldn’t matter.

The vessels that could be possessed were overflowing.

The Holy Kingdom had been nurturing prospective priestesses in the Saintess Sanctuary in preparation for the day when the Great Earth Mother would descend to the mortal realm.

Thanks to the fervor of the zealots, Gael satisfied his personal desires by alternately possessing the beautiful bodies of the prospective priestesses.

“Wow! This one is also incredibly pretty! I especially like her white skin like jade!”

“….”

Gael, who had possessed a prospective priestess from a prestigious family, exclaimed as he lightly tapped her cheek.

She was not a girl playing with dolls….

Due to the Great Earth Mother’s dubious hobby, Beorn had to sweat nervously.

“Recently, they say that the calamity spirits are swarming like maggots? We’ve diligently exterminated them, yet they keep popping up.”

“The Valtaria Empire has mostly eradicated the remnants, so there’s no need to worry.”

“I’m not worried. The biggest pests were dealt with long ago.”

“…You mean tyranny and famine.”

To Gael, the Great Earth Mother, he was a merciful deity to his devoted followers.

Rank and lineage didn’t matter.

He showered all his followers with equal love and grace.

Therefore, Gael never condoned villains who threatened his beloved followers.

He had demonstrated his boundless affection for the followers by decisively eliminating the venom that would one day sever humanity’s existence.

“When the Immortal Demon manifested as the Calamity Spirit of Death… easily tens of thousands of children were swept away. As the deity of death intensified, the surrounding area was completely razed to the ground.”

“It was truly a tragic disaster.”

He aimed to neutralize the Calamity Spirit of Death and turn it into a scarecrow of tyranny and famine.

But he failed.

Because the Saintess Party tasked with subjugation had defected.

They had stolen the demon core containing the essence of death.

As a result, Gael, whose plans were thwarted, quickly sought an alternative.

“Originally, I intended to use the disgusting ones who harbored worms in their bodies and were not born in this world, but rather came from outside… Why did my beloved Beatrice choose sacrifice to save the wretch?”

I don’t know.

Yeah,

I really don’t know.

Gael pondered in his typical manner of speech.