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Ernst, who had been silently observing Ya'er's condition, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Enya, on the other hand, gave Ya'er a strange look.

Last time at Manjushri Temple, Enya speculated about Jeragund's thoughts, saying that she wouldn't care whether Ernst, as the Son of God, came to Manjushri Temple to pray on time—a statement that already teetered on the edge of impiety. But Enya could explain it away, because Jeragund had indeed been exceptionally kind in the last two years, showing willingness to communicate and gentleness towards both Ernst and her. Enya's words were also a way of comforting herself; she could understand that her assessment was somewhat biased.

But this time, what makes Ya'er think she can say that Jeragand knows about this?

The great god Jeragund is omniscient, as stated in the Hymn to Jeragund, and this is indeed beyond doubt. However, in the real world, whether Jeragund is truly omniscient is uncertain even to Enya. Even she, a saint, is unaware of this; why is Enya, the head lady-in-waiting, so certain?

Looking at Ya'er with suspicion, Enya asked:

"Ya'er! Are you sure? This is a matter of life and death!"

"me......"

Ya'er opened her mouth, wanting to just say, "I'm sure."

But saying this does seem a bit incongruous with her identity under this pseudonym.

Ernst noticed Ya'er's predicament and was about to speak up to help the saintess Enya, who was rebellious against the gods and questioning them, and the god himself, who was sweating profusely and on the verge of being exposed, to get out of the predicament. However, Ya'er, who was already feeling a bit uncomfortable, suddenly changed the subject and added a sentence.

"I know!"

A voice suddenly came from the divine stone, in Ya'er's voice.

Ernst was stunned, Enya was stunned, Kal'tsit was stunned, and Enya herself was stunned.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, and in a split second, realizing what had happened, he quickly tried to cover it up:

"Why are you so surprised that I'm using this girl's voice to answer this question?"

"I'm watching everything that happens in Sherag. Minor anomalies are nothing to worry about. The Holy Hunt ceremony can proceed as scheduled."

As she spoke, she quickly changed the subject.

"Sherag has been offering me gifts for so long, and this time, I have also prepared a gift for you. What you call the anomalies are nothing more than the process of me preparing this little gift."

"Alright, alright, go do what you're supposed to do. And Kal'tsit, don't spread rumors like that next time; you have to take responsibility for what you say!"

Ya'er glared fiercely at Kal'tsit, issuing a warning.

If this guy hadn't given out random locations, He wouldn't have encountered this situation!

Considering that she meant well, He wouldn't punish her, but He would still scold her a bit to ease the awkwardness.

Hmm, they should have managed to get away with it with Enya and Ernst, right?

Ya'er cautiously glanced at Enya and Ernst's condition.

Ernst let out a long sigh of relief, looking like he wanted to laugh but dared not, but he didn't look in his direction at all, which meant he believed His explanation.

Enya... Enya's expression is strange. What are you thinking?

Ya'er pouted, feeling a little wronged.

If Her Highness knew that her god was by her side all day long, listening to her recite those nauseating words of praise while laughing, and secretly pleased, where would His divine dignity be?

Chapter 502 Jeragand's Return Gift: I Just Turned Over a Little

The brief incident did not dampen the enthusiasm of the Holy Hunting Ceremony. After the teams from the three major families who participated in the Holy Hunting Ceremony returned to Holy Stone Square with their rich spoils, the atmosphere reached its peak!

After receiving assurances from the god Jeragund himself, Ernst was finally able to relax. Since there were no unexpected events in Sherag that he needed to worry about, all he had to do was to do his utmost to make the latter half of the sacred hunt ceremony, the offering to Jeragund, a success.

"Jelagand gave his own flesh and blood to the Perroch family, making the land fertile and ensuring that the Sherag people would never go hungry again."

The clear and melodious sound of the holy bell rang out, and Enya's prayer began the offering ceremony.

The locals, tourists from other places, and guests visiting Shelag for the first time to witness the sacred hunting ceremony, the most important event in Shelag's tradition, all silenced their conversations at this moment.

Their gazes were fixed on the newly erected stage, where the enormous sacred stone had unveiled its cover, revealing its true form to the crowd. The stone was adorned with flowers, colored lights, flags, and ribbons, and spotlights connected to power lines shone brightly around it. Although it was not nighttime, the stone's surface was bathed in a sacred glow, like a young girl adorned with flowers.

Standing before the sacred stone, Actos, the head of the Perroch family, who had been summoned by Enya, had a somewhat dazed expression.

In previous years, if Actos had seen the Jeragand Stone, the second most sacred stone in all of Shelag, shrouded in these strange lights and strips, he probably would have jumped up in a rage and torn apart those blasphemous objects emanating from outside. But things were different now. Ever since the last sacred hunt ceremony, when the great god Jeragand himself appeared, Actos knew that the great god Jeragand was certainly watching this place. Since He had no objections to these decorations, Actos naturally approved wholeheartedly!

Moreover, at this moment, gazing at this smooth boulder, he was somewhat captivated by it!

This stone is so beautiful!

These beautiful ribbons of light, these dazzling banners—even people wear beautiful clothes on solemn occasions, let alone gods.

The great god Jeragund didn't mention this because He is merciful, magnanimous, and unconcerned with trivial matters. But for these believers to not have thought of it is a grave mistake!

Why didn't this self-proclaimed most devout Jeragandian believer ever think of decorating the sacred stone before?

"That Ernst kid has so many clever ideas, he knows how to please the great god Jeragund!"

Actos murmured to himself. Guro, standing beside him, nodded in agreement.

"That's why you're the clan leader, while he's the Holy Son."

Actos sniffed, instinctively feeling that he should be a little resentful, but when he really wanted to say something about it, he couldn't find the words. He just smiled and patted Guluo on the shoulder.

So you're secretly trying to get back at your family patriarch, huh? If I don't get you completely stuffed when we get home tonight, you're lucky you kept your mouth shut!

After receiving the prepared offerings from his family members, Aktos stepped forward, raised the offerings above his head, and handed them to Enya.

"I dedicate the first product of the Perroch food processing plant, Jeragund unicorn meat canned goods, to Jeragund, and pray for a bountiful harvest next year."

"Actorus Perroch, the current head of the Perroch family, pays his highest respects to Jeragand!"

At this moment, Enya fell silent, as did Ensiodes and Latatos, who were preparing to go on stage, and even Ernst backstage fell silent.

In that instant, Enya, standing on the stage, blinked, her mind racing as she considered how to offer a can of beast meat to the Jeragand Holy Stone.

She really wanted to ask, "Dude, is this in accordance with Jew rites?"

Admittedly, there were no restrictions on what gifts the three families had to offer to the goddess Yeragand in the offering ceremony. After all, apart from the last Holy Hunt ceremony, the goddess Yeragand had never actually received any gifts from Sherag. Most of the time, these gifts were either received by her or by a certain elder who had already turned to ashes.

But that's not a reason for you to send this!

It's certainly cause for celebration that the Perroch family opened a meat processing plant, and the first canned unicorn meat certainly has commemorative value, but... but...

Is this in accordance with the rites of Jew?

As if afraid that Enya would be dissatisfied, Actos even shook the can to show that there was no cheating inside, and it was indeed full of unicorn meat.

Enya's outstretched hand trembled. She looked deeply at Actos, then turned around, took the can, and carefully placed it on the newly renovated base of the Jeragund Stone.

Hopefully, the great god Yeragand will be satisfied.

Enya raised her head, looking nervously at the divine stone. This time, however, she was not disappointed, nor were all those who had come to witness the ceremony. Yeragand's voice surged from the majestic mountains, and as if to conceal something, He specifically chose a rough male voice—Actorus Perroche's own voice—to respond:

"Your prayer has reached Jeragund."

Enya breathed a long sigh of relief, while Actos clenched his fists in jubilation! He bowed deeply to the Holy Stone and then gracefully retreated to his own area.

Then came the Brown Tao family.

“Jelagand then gave his own fur to the Brantau family, which made the forests lush and the animals thrive, so that the Sherag people would no longer suffer from the cold.”

Enya's voice rang out, and Latatos, summoned, rose and stepped forward.

For the first time, Latatos felt that she was actually lagging behind Actos in terms of creativity.

Since Yeragand appeared at the Holy Hunting Ceremony last year, and she only prepared a scarf for one person, this year, she has learned her lesson and prepared a "clothes" that were truly tailor-made for the Holy Stone!

She clapped her hands behind her, and Hugh Ruth and Yucatan, one on each side, followed her forward, carrying the huge tray.

And on the tray was an oversized scarf!

“I will weave the fur into a garment and offer it to Jeragand, praying for peace and well-being in the coming year.”

"Latatos Brantau, the current head of the Brantau family, pays her highest respects to Jeragand."

"Latatos said loudly. She had been confident about the gift, but faced with Actos's antics, she suddenly felt a little ashamed."

A person can not live, but cannot be without life. Latatos, you have really become lazy. How come you can't even compare to Actos?

If Actos could think of sending canned goods to symbolize the changes in the Perroch family and the progress of Sherag, how could the Blantau family be left behind?

Next time, I might as well just give them the loom of the great god Jeragund!

Enya on stage was stunned for the second time.

Well, Ratatos clearly didn't have Actos's rebellious spirit, but after glancing at the huge scarf and then at her own free hand after holding the Holy Bell, she quickly estimated that she probably couldn't lift that thing.

I can't answer it.

But the ceremony had to continue, so Enya could only force a smile and nod, then slightly turn her head and cast a pitiful glance at the sacred stone.

Fortunately, Yeragand's voice rang out again, in the voice of Latatos. A gentle breeze lifted the scarf, which unfurled in the air and then wrapped around the sacred stone.

"Your prayer has reached Jeragund."

Latatos nodded. As was customary, she should have returned to her own ranks like Actos, making way for Ensiodis. But she suddenly stopped and prayed again:

"Thank you for the protection of the great god Yeragand. May the great god Yeragand also protect those who are busy and hardworking, and may they always be healthy and safe during this festival and in the future."

The impolite prayer made Actos frown, Enya opened her mouth in surprise, and even made Ya'er, who was backstage behind the curtain, pause slightly.

After a brief reaction, He did not rebuke him; instead, a warm smile appeared on His lips as He answered again:

"Your prayer has reached Jeragund."

Latatos bowed deeply again, her ears turning slightly red, and then turned and retreated.

"Jeragand gave his bones to the Shiva'ish family, causing metal to grow deep in the mountains, which was then used to forge tools and weapons."

The third to take the stage was naturally the Shivaesh family.

Cheese Snow Leopard, look at her eyes! Enya has already started choosing the angle and calculating the force! This is the prelude to the hunt!

Whoops, just kidding.

Ensiodis's height was indeed towering in Sherag, so much so that even after descending several steps, Enya was only roughly the same height as her. This made it less flexible for Enya to choose her angle.

She gave a barely perceptible purse of her lips; she had no intention of arguing with Ensiodis on this occasion. Firstly, it would be disrespectful to Yeragand, and secondly, it would spoil everyone's festive mood and put her younger brother in a difficult position.

So she simply reached out her hand and asked Ensiodes for a gift, as was the custom.

Enciodes pursed his lips with a hint of helplessness. He wasn't entirely unwilling to repair his relationship with Enya. After all, with Ernst in power now, Enya's position was no longer so sensitive or crucial, and his interactions with Enya would no longer be seen as having ulterior motives.

But the initiative was no longer in his hands. His desire to act didn't guarantee Enya's acceptance, and Ernst and Ensia, who had influence with Enya, were caught between a rock and a hard place: one had no intention of interfering in their siblings' conflict, while the other wanted to help but couldn't find a way. Ensia could only sigh helplessly.

Reaching out to take the model from the Matterhorn, Ensiodis handed it to Enya. The model, which looked like a hundred times smaller "Rhodes Island" but upon closer inspection was quite different from Rhodes Island, was actually handed to her.

"I will make weapons out of metal and offer them to Yeragand, praying for peace in the coming year."

"The current head of the Shivaish family, Enshiodis Shivaish, pays his highest respects to Jeragand."

Weapons, of course, are weapons.

This is what Ensiodis has always dreamed of, the foundation of Sherag's existence: a model of a high-speed warship.

He brought this thing out on this occasion to show Jeragund his intentions—he knew that Ernst would definitely not agree to pay for its construction.

But Yeragand might not be so lucky. Yeragand has never seen a high-speed warship before. If he can be interested in this small model, he can take the opportunity to introduce it to Yeragand, and maybe Yeragand can even order Ernst to approve the idea of ​​building a high-speed warship.

Of course, this also carries risks. Although there weren't any particularly important figures among the foreign guests attending the sacred hunt ceremony due to time constraints, and people like Windermere and Castle, who were usually very prominent, were absent this time because they were planning the special military operation in Lentinium, the news would still definitely get back.

The news that Sherag wanted to build high-speed warships was bound to attract the attention of neighboring countries. But after careful consideration, Ensiodis concluded: if it's exposed, so be it.

Kjerag now has airships, so whether or not it has high-speed warships, which are part of its old-fashioned warships, isn't really that important. Besides, whether Kjerag can even build high-speed warships is another matter entirely, due to limitations in resources, technology, and so on. Even Ensiodes isn't very confident about this. Not to mention, Kjerag never intended to build them at all; it was Ensiodes who planned to build them, at best a small trading company called Karan.

That's definitely not enough unless Ernst is willing to help.

But Ernst was unwilling to help.

So ultimately, the only one who could directly persuade Ernst was probably Jeragund himself.

Ensiodis awaited Yeragand's response with great anticipation, but after a moment, when Enya placed the model before the Holy Stone, Yeragand simply replied:

"Your prayer has reached Jeragund."

A very standard answer.

It was still a male voice, but it wasn't his voice; it was Ernst's voice.

Having been dealt a fatal blow to his spirit, Ensiodes steadied himself, gritted his teeth, and intended to imitate Latatos from before and say something more, but Enya had already raised the bell.

Ensiodis wasn't sure for a moment whether she intended to ring the bell or shake her head.

But that moment of hesitation cost him the opportunity to speak.

The sacred bells rang out crisply. Ensiodis sighed softly and returned to his own group.

There's nothing we can do about it. He's not Jeragund's favorite child. He almost expelled Jeragund from the Sherag community. He almost ruined Jeragund's event last year, turning the sacred hunt into a rebellion.