Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

"Didn't you see all those wild animal carcasses left outside?"

"The fortifications have been completely destroyed, the village needs to be rebuilt, and the stockpile of medicinal herbs is insufficient."

"You don't actually want me to do these things for you, do you?"

The Holy Maiden spoke.

Instantly.

The cheering crowd fell silent, trembling with fear.

A bitter expression flashed across his face for a moment.

Although their bodies were sore and weak, they all spontaneously went out and did their own things.

Although he said he was unwilling.

But they were all beaming with excitement, smiles on their lips.

Even though I hadn't rested much all night, I was still very excited.

No one refused.

No one complained.

soon.

Facing the rising sun at dawn.

The people of the Mingguang tribe began to get busy.

Well-organized and orderly.

That's to be expected.

Foreign affairs are handled by Her Highness the Holy Maiden, and logistics are handled by Ruolan.

They are all professionals.

now.

The high priest was even more surprised.

She stood still.

The tribal members who passed by would all take notice.

"High Priest, please go and rest."

"You must be very tired."

“Those natural disasters were too difficult to withstand. You and the Divine Envoy were able to overcome so many natural disasters. You must have expended a lot of energy.”

"..."

People come and go.

All the words were expressions of concern for her.

can.

why?

As in the past.

at this time.

As the high priestess, her next task was to lead the people in rebuilding, gathering the wounded, and handling the aftermath.

Tired?

Of course it's tiring.

but.

He himself was the high priest.

This is what should be done.

however.

now.

Even without her help, there's no need to get involved.

The tribe members all knew what they should do and how to do it.

In a short time.

She was even a little unaccustomed to it.

"you."

"My Lord, Divine Messenger."

What did you do?

Mingling could only seek answers from Su Qing.

She was now filled with questions and looked completely bewildered.

But it was an instinctive feeling.

It seems like everything is getting better?

The boy glanced at her.

He said it meaningfully.

"how."

"Now you're calling me Divine Messenger?"

High Priest: "..."

A moment of silence.

She bowed carefully and performed the ancient ritual once again.

But unlike the first time.

This time.

This ritual was filled with seriousness and piety.

"Regardless of the circumstances."

"You saved my tribe."

"That alone is enough to make him a messenger of the gods."

That carefree attitude.

Su Qing quite admired it.

He briefly recounted what happened after the high priest fell asleep.

The high priest listened intently.

The more I listen...

The more incredulous the look in their eyes, the more unbelievable it becomes.

and many more.

Why are all these things so hard to understand?

Without realizing it.

The tribal members not only achieved growth they never imagined, but also experienced a level of development they never thought possible.

even.

I can hold on until she wakes up.

It's all thanks to everyone's joint efforts?

"Loss of life?"

"Oh."

Su Qing said calmly.

"They're lying."

"You'll be fine after a period of rest."

"How can we make them realize their mistake if we don't make the price seem high?"

The high priest stared blankly into his bright green eyes.

"Awakening?"

"how."

The young man said quietly.

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

"The people of this tribe are too dependent on you."

"Dependent, yet unaware of hardship."

"Haven't you realized how tired you are?"

The high priest remained silent.

She found herself speechless.

because.

Deep in my heart.

In fact, they were already somewhat overwhelmed.

After that mysterious feeling I had with the boy in front of me.

For the first time, the high priest felt a sense of being infinitely embraced.

That feeling.

That's wonderful.

Peace of mind and security.

There's no need to be on edge all the time.

Worrying about this and that.

It seems like it will never stop.

It feels so good to let go of all the pressure.

So much so.

In such a long dream.

There was absolutely nothing there.

All that remains is a seemingly eternal slumber.

There were no ties whatsoever.

Even now.

The high priest recalled.

I still can't help but feel a little attached.

It was at this very moment.

The high priest then looked back on his journey over the past ten years.

I gradually became numb.

Numbly completing tasks, numbly searching for a way to save the world.

same.