Arad's unruly savior

"Ye Lin, I have something I want to discuss with you."

The curator, having completed her daily task, had eyes that shimmered with the gentle moisture of spring water. Her voluptuous body exuded a mature and alluring charm, her skin as white as snow, and her voice filled with tenderness and affection for him.

The family unanimously agreed that Ye Lin's transformation into a sugarcane was partly due to the curator's indulgence.

Compared to Natalia, who is young and awkward, stiff and only good at talking, the curator is undoubtedly a woman who has blossomed to the fullest in every aspect, and her movements are very skillful.

Ye Lin sighed, "The curator is truly... blessed with boundless happiness." The curator also praised him, saying, "May you live as long as the evergreen pine of the Southern Mountain."

"I... I can't bear to part with you." Ye Lin hesitated, but before the curator could even speak, she already knew what Ye Lin wanted to say.

The curator wants to raise a little curator.

Her transcendent state is an advancement through the divine path, but it does not have a corresponding transcendent state of mind, and she rarely engages in combat. Essentially, she is still a normal, psychologically mature woman.

She was still the librarian of the GBL church.

Ye Lin hesitated because if the curator really went to raise the little curator, would he still be able to complete his daily tasks for the past ten months?

Actually, this wasn't the first time the curator had brought it up, nor was it the first time he had refused.

His considerations for the young were exactly the opposite of those for the curator and for the wicked woman, Herder.

The curator seemed to have anticipated his answer, but this time she had a different approach. She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered:
"You can compete with the young curator for food..."

"Besides, it's not like there's no way to do your daily tasks."

The curator picked up a hair tie, put her hands behind her head to tie up her slightly messy hair, revealing a charming and beautiful face.

…………

Huttonmar, business district.

Arya, who came from the realm of the gods, felt a little uncomfortable because she found herself attracting a lot of attention. Men and women on the street frequently turned around and stared at her.

"Why do all the passersby seem to be staring at me?" Arya asked her two companions in a low voice. Am I being strange?

She was young, had unwavering faith, followed the light, and was skilled in swordsmanship; this was her first time on the continent of Arad.

In the realm of gods, where bows and arrows and mist-based machines are the mainstream systems, very few people prefer close-quarters combat using swordsmanship.

One of her companions, Ophira, with short, reddish-brown hair and a beautiful face, but whose eyes always held a hint of seriousness, said without hesitation, "I would find it strange if you weren't being watched."

First of all, Arya has a very tall stature, with a slender waist and long legs. She is the tallest of the three. If she wears high heels, she is noticeably taller than most adult men.

She also possessed a striking appearance and a full, teardrop-shaped bust. Although covered by close-fitting armor, the outline of the armor was enough to evoke the imagination. Most importantly, she had a head of deep red hair that was shiny and bright, and under the sunlight, it looked like a flame burning.

In addition, Arya's outfit features a striking red and gold color scheme, making it easy for passersby to notice her.

In fact, even an ordinary person with a very average face will attract attention if they wear all red and dye their hair a bright red. It's just that their gaze might be a little strange.

Red is the main color used in the outfit, a color that many women find difficult to pull off perfectly.

“Speaking of which, I have a question that I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” another companion, Vilentia, said slowly.

She was the eldest of the trio and a highly respected follower of light among the ancient believers. She was beautiful, mature, and dressed in a classically elegant style. When she walked, the hem of her skirt would open slightly with her movements, revealing glimpses of her fair legs, which was captivating.

Arya asked curiously, "What's the problem? Tell me."

At the same time, Aria pointed to a shop on the side of the road. Judging from the name, it should be a coffee shop. The people of the divine realm prefer sweet and sour fruit tea and are not very interested in coffee, which is bitter at first but has a mellow aftertaste. Of course, they don't dislike it either.

She pointed to the coffee shop because there was a picture of strawberry desserts at the entrance, and they were only available for a limited time. She loves strawberry desserts, so she had no choice but to try them.

Ophira had no objections. After leaving the adventurer's mansion, she wandered around for a while and took a rest.

"Welcome." The waitress bowed slightly, her face beaming with a bright, youthful smile; she was a young woman.

Kanina's shop always has two work-study spots, regardless of how good or bad business is.

And Dako's spot for slacking off.

The three found a quiet spot. Arya ordered all the strawberry-themed desserts, including cakes, puddings, and jellies. Ophira ordered a chocolate cake and a coffee, while Velentia only ordered a coffee.

Vilentia recalled, her tone clearly filled with doubt, and said:
"Lady Yuena is the owner of the holy name of Archangel Saphir, and can be regarded as Saphir himself. There are also two priests of the Grand Cathedral, Obes and Grandis, who also have extraordinary contracts with Archangels Raguel and Raphael."

"According to the Holy Book of the Order, Raphael and Raguel are two of the seven archangels, the closest angels to God, respectively responsible for spreading God's glory and guarding the entrance to the Kingdom of Heaven. Saphir is the archangel who sings the sacred texts and the Gospel, and in some places He is also listed as one of the seven archangels, holding a very high position."

“Velentia, are you referring to the attitude issue…?” Ophira, with her short hair, vaguely sensed something and also showed a thoughtful expression.

At this point, the food they ordered was brought up by the waiter, and the conversation paused for a moment before resuming after the waiter left.

“Hmm.” Velentia nodded slightly, then said slowly and solemnly, “Have you noticed, Yuena, that the two priests from the Arad Continent both have great respect for that angel Somi?”

"In theory, the Archangel rank is the top rank. The only one higher than them is... my God."

“I have never heard of this archangel Somi before, and there is almost no record of him in the Holy Book of the Order.”

Arya, busy stuffing strawberry cake into her mouth, mumbled as she chewed:
"Not necessarily. The name of my god is Remedios, not Somi."

"I think the reason they respect Suomi so much is probably because she came down from above."

Arya pointed upwards, meaning the holy kingdom of heaven.

Whether it's Yuena, who can be seen as the true form of Saphir, or the two priests who have an extraordinary contract with the archangel, they are essentially natives of the Arad continent. They are humans who later became angels. Compared to Somi, who may be a born angel, a creation of God's light, they are naturally somewhat inferior.

"Isn't there a saying that officials in the capital are naturally one rank higher than local officials?" Somi came from heaven, a creation of God, an archangel, on par with the seven most well-known archangels. However, they were merely contractors of the archangels, so it was normal for them to be ranked one rank lower.

Velentia and Ophira frowned and thought about it carefully, and felt that it really made sense, logically speaking.

“But do we believers really want to fit God’s hierarchy into the bureaucratic system of the mortal world?” Ophira quipped.

Several more customers arrived. The owner, Kanina, was all smiles, but her face fell when she saw who they were. She put on a deadpan expression and said indifferently, "I'm sorry, we're sold out of everything today. You'll have to come early tomorrow."

Litt, a Dark Templar Knight with a pink side ponytail and a replica of a thorn crown headband, completely ignored Kanina's words and said:

"Boss, there are so many of us here, you should give us a discount."

Kanina's face darkened, and she almost flipped the table. "You came in without ordering a single coffee or laying out a single penny, and you're already trying to offer me a discount? That's too much!"

Are you Dark Templars living such a frugal, or rather, stingy lifestyle?

If you're short on cash, there are cheap instant coffees on the market; go drink those. But the ones I have here are all made with top-quality ingredients, and they cost a lot to buy.

Litt, Odes, and Renes were originally going to the Temple of the Netherworld Goddess in the divine realm, introduced by Mavis, to visit different believers of the same faith. They also met Bishima and Senir and were surprised to find that the sisters in the divine realm were living quite well and that the temple was built in a magnificent and spectacular way.

This time I came back because of a shift in my faith.

The feedback received from their faith in the name of death began to become strange. Senir and Oddes in the divine realm could not find the answer, and they could not communicate directly with the gods, so Oddes and the others returned.

Renes didn't speak, but nudged Oddes and Litt lightly with his elbow. Surprisingly, they were three completely unfamiliar believers of light.

Arya and the others also noticed Oddes and the others at the door. The innate opposition of light and dark attributes quickly made them realize that the others should belong to the Temple of the Netherworld Goddess.

The moment their eyes met, a spark seemed to ignite.

Only the most core believers know that their two goddesses actually have a good relationship. Most believers think that life and death are opposites, and that light and darkness are incompatible and cannot coexist.

"Three against three, is there any chance of winning?" Litt asked in a low voice.

Renes glanced at her sideways. What, you really want to fight them? This is Huttonmar, the capital of the Duchy of Belmar. Apart from the designated arenas like the Moonlight Tavern, fighting at will will result in arrest by law.

"Alright, let's eat something and then go to Lady Mavis's place."

.........

Since Remi ascended to the rank of Creator, the problem of faith deviation, which was initially only noticed by high-ranking members, has now begun to emerge among ordinary believers in just a few days, and discussions about it are starting to arise.

The believers' prayers received far less response than before, causing unrest.

Odes and her group went directly to the temple. There was no other way; the Dark Templar Order had few members, and even fewer believers who could receive a direct response from God. Mavis was the most outstanding among them, and any information she provided was certainly credible.

The same thing happened. Odette and the others were completely unaware that the woman in the black dress with an aloof demeanor in early summer was the goddess of darkness and death they worshipped.

The lively Litt muttered to herself that wearing a black dress in the summer, especially a long dress, looked like something a widow would wear.

Poor Litte had no idea that her goddess had remembered her.

The three goddesses—a woman with squinty eyes, a noblewoman in a black dress, and a mother-in-law—were discussing how to resolve the issue of faith deviation. The elemental goddess Pushia had almost no followers, or perhaps everything in the material world was her follower. As she wielded elemental power, she had not experienced the problem of faith deviation, so she did not participate.

The noblewoman in the black dress said calmly, "Actually, the root of the problem is not hard to find. Our honored name is linked to the primordial power, and has a very strong directional and related nature."

Ushir is her, she is the goddess of death, and she is also the goddess of darkness.

All prayers directed toward darkness and death, such as believers praying to "Goddess of Death" or "Goddess of Darkness," ultimately point to her, the primordial goddess.

Therefore, believers can omit some honorifics when praying or fighting, and do not need to call them by name, but refer to them by their attribute concepts.

Believers have long accepted the concept and attributes of God as factual.

Now, due to the transfer of primordial power, believers' faith in concepts has undergone a very strong shift.

The man with squinty eyes nodded and said, "With our level of understanding and power, we can grant and respond to the needs of our believers to a certain extent, even if we do not have the power we currently possess."

In other words, the Dark Templar Order can continue to pray to the Black-Dressed Lady for the power of death, and she can grant corresponding power, even though she does not currently possess the power of death.

The power of God, even a small part, is enough to change the world.

The problem is that Uhir might not hear the believers' direct prayers for "death" at all, while Nimehr could.

It's not impossible to exchange groups of believers, but that would raise another problem: the believers' prayers sometimes point to the name of Ushir and sometimes to the power of death; they are not fixed.

In other words, a person may worship two gods at the same time.

“There is a solution, but it’s a long-term one and requires a revelation,” the squinty-eyed man said.

Believers are required to use the full name of God in their future prayers, with strict requirements on the format. For example, the god of darkness and death, Ushir, must not be wrong by a single word. In this way, the direction of faith will be Ushir.

The reason why the honorifics are not ignored and Uhir or Remidios are directly referred to is because their divinity and their own power system are linked together.

In other words, there may be other people in the world also named Ushir or Nimer. It is not uncommon for people to have the same name, but they do not possess the corresponding power and cannot perceive or respond to faith. This is naturally because they lack the corresponding strength.

A complete name is a manifestation of the divinity of the gods.

Mother-in-law Niemel thought carefully and said, "Strictly requiring our name format by sending down revelation may have some effect on ordinary believers, but it is not a long-term and perfect solution."

"People's habits are hard to change, and forcibly changing their thoughts is the most difficult."

(End of this chapter)