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Chapter 13 The Heroes (1)

Most of the cities in the Kingdom of Vesegrain are located on alluvial plains. The White River, which the people of Vesegrain call their mother river, rushes down from the sacred peak, bringing water and fertile soil to this land.

Today, the etymology of the name Visegrain has been largely forgotten. When scholars are asked, they often give different answers, ranging from "a long river flowing through the plains" to "the resting place of saints." Every Visegrain native has their own interpretation of the name.

To express their gratitude to the saint who repeatedly brought humanity back from the brink of death and to celebrate the arrival of spring and the fact that humanity had survived another year, the ancestors who survived the war and established their nation spontaneously organized themselves in the first spring of their nation's founding to sing and dance around the giant tree that represented the saint's trunk. Young men and women who had fallen in love would also take this opportunity to express their feelings to each other and pray to the chosen King of Spring and Queen of Harvest for the success of their love.

After several unsuccessful protests, the church had no choice but to reluctantly accept the holiday. They also turned a blind eye to the surge in unmarried pregnancies after each May Day. As long as it wasn't made public, the priests were still quite willing to baptize these babies from less-than-honorable backgrounds.

"So, this rather...unremarkable giant tree...refers to my body."

Mirad looked up, and the shadow cast by the giant tree completely enveloped him.

The giant tree, carved into an unsightly shape, stands brazenly on the outskirts of Elsia, its indescribable form visible from miles away.

"I've heard that if you hold onto a tree trunk and walk around it completely, it has amazing benefits! Everyone says it's the protection of a saint!"

Colorful flags tied to the tree canopy fluttered in the wind, and under the giant tree surrounded by flowers and plants, many residents were already holding onto the trunk and turning clockwise.

Siolitta seemed eager to join the residents, but fortunately, her basic succubus manners made her obediently play the role of a pure nun, her face flushed and not daring to look up at the giant tree. Only Mirad could tell that she was completely suppressing laughter.

“I don’t recall performing any miracles of giving children or blessing.”

Mirad looked around; the only people connected to the Order were himself and the fake nun, Siolitta. Although they outwardly acknowledged the celebration, the Order clearly wouldn't actually participate in such a festival.

However, it seems that the people gathered outside the city were not only residents celebrating the festival.

With the agricultural expo approaching, various countries have sent their envoys to participate, along with chambers of commerce from different nations.

Elegantly dressed merchants strolled among the vendors, occasionally picking up unusual fruits from the stalls to examine them closely. Some nobles, guarded by mercenaries, completely blocked the narrow passageway, almost causing a conflict. There were also young men who looked like scholars, eager to collect every specialty from each vendor.

It's a mixed bag.

Within just a few dozen steps of the entrance, he had already caught three thieves who were trying to sneak in and handed them over to the patrolling guards.

"The patrol teams were in groups of three, with each group less than fifty meters apart, and their response time to emergencies was pretty good... I'd say it's passable."

Bypassing the guards who were trying to reconcile the conflict between the nobles and the residents, Mirad bought a bottle of berry juice from a nearby vendor and slowly sipped it while chewing on a reed.

"I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to cause trouble here."

Hiolitta looked towards the densest part of the crowd, where there seemed to be some rare and exotic animals on display, the crowd blocking the way completely.
“A hero, and more than one.”

Mirad sensed the familiar magical power of the main god. Sending a hero to participate in security work might be overkill, but it was certainly a reassuring approach.

"Shall we go and see the current strength of the younger generation?"

Siolitta interrupted his thoughts, catching his momentary hesitation. While Mirand was still considering the feasibility, the nun had already taken the newly bought juice from his hand and was sucking on the reed stem.

"You can buy it yourself if you want to drink it."

Mirad frowned, lamenting that the Demon King couldn't even afford to buy his own daughter a drink. "Never mind. They all have their own jobs."

"So, your job is just holding fan meetings and buying autographs in bulk?" Grabbing his sleeve, Hiolitta dragged him closer to the crowd, where enthusiastic people cheered and surrounded the two heroes, a man and a woman. The heroes, surrounded, looked embarrassed but could only comply with the crowd's requests, making blessing gestures one after another... even though those gestures were, in Mirad's eyes, nothing more than a placebo of magical fluctuations.

"Please make way for the necessary passage and don't obstruct the heroes' work, waaaaaah...!"

The guards who came to clear the way were accidentally squeezed into the crowd and couldn't even cry for help. All that was left was an arm guard raised above his head, swaying from side to side in an attempt to attract the attention of his colleagues, which looked quite comical.

But Mirad didn't laugh. With his extraordinary senses and magical perception, he could clearly discern the emotions and expressions of everyone in the crowd.

Excitement, fervor, worship, self-forgetfulness.

Their emotions were identical, even their ecstatic expressions were somewhat similar, as if the entire group had been copied from the same template without any refinement.

The guard's helmet, which had been caught in the throng, was nowhere to be found. She was pushed up by the crowd, becoming half a head taller, and the same ecstatic expression appeared on her young face.

Was it the work of a demon? No, that's not right. He didn't sense any special demonic power emanating from Siolitta.

While thinking, the body has already taken action.

The magic flows, and we instinctively imagine that no one will be harmed by trampling and crowding.

The airflow surged and enveloped every person present who was not feeling well. The forcibly generated airbags created distance between people, and the mutual resistance caused the originally crowded crowd to bump and disperse.

Even though they were surrounded by airbags, the jubilant expressions on their faces remained unchanged. Among them were those who were struggling to breathe and shouting hoarsely, even coughing up blood from the corners of their mouths while still shouting the hero's name.

This level of emotion is definitely not just a simple emotional outburst.

Mass hysteria? Hallucinogens? Or the influence of magic?
Reflecting on the magic he sensed from them, Mirad formed a rough deduction in his mind.

Upon hearing the news, the guards quickly assembled and methodically moved the people, who had been wrapped in transparent airbags like mummies, to another location.

"Oh, thank you so much for your help. Your manipulation of magic is truly exquisite... Thankfully, things didn't get any worse."

One of the heroes, a young man in armor, approached with a smirk and extended his hand to shake Mirad's.

"I owe you a favor, the church won't forget it... Oh, you're also a priest? That's wonderful, I'm Eugene, may I ask your name?"

"Milad".

Hands clasped together.

"Hmm...a good name. Do people often tell you that you share the same name as the legendary saint? Hahaha..."

With a dry laugh, Eugene tried to pull his hand away, but found that no matter how powerful he became after receiving the blessing of the hero, he couldn't break free.

“You have a magic power over those irrational people. Let me explain it to you in three sentences.”

Crack. The hand being gripped made a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)