Faith

My father is dead.

To cover their retreat, my father resolutely decided to personally lead the militia to stay behind and cover their retreat. More than a hundred people stayed behind to cover their retreat, but in the end, less than ten people managed to break through and return.

My father died a glorious death in battle.

A militiaman who had broken through the encirclement told Milan that even though her father was seriously wounded, he had never retreated a single step, and countless Gnoll had died at his hands.

Yes.

Even without Divine Magic, Father remains incredibly strong.

But he still died in the end.

Milan was filled with sorrow, but she did not cry, even though she was just a little girl who had just come of age. She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, he had already accepted the possibility of death. Otherwise, he would not have entrusted her to Uncle Bam, asking him to take her to Falling Leaf City to seek help from the bishop who had once guided her father on his path as a priest.

My hometown has been reduced to ruins.

Milan knew very well how much effort her father had poured into that place. He had single-handedly built the town from a small village into the prosperous town it was today over twenty years. But now everything had been destroyed by war, and her father had ultimately chosen to fight to the last moment to protect it.

Our homeland was Destruction.

They became homeless refugees. Even though Falling Leaf City took them in, they could only temporarily stay in an abandoned temple. This temple, where their father had devoted his life to the Deity, was abandoned in a short time. There were no priests praying, no believers serving, and people seemed to have quickly forgotten the existence of this god, forced to face an even more difficult Destiny. Falling Leaf City was in a bad situation. Although Milan didn't understand many things, she knew that food was running low in the city.

To prioritize the needs of the combat transport soldiers, these elderly, weak, women, and children have been drinking only water porridge for three days.

Milan still has some food.

It was given to him by the former bishop. He had come here yesterday at noon, and looking at Milan kneeling in the temple's Prayer Room, this high-ranking priest, who had served God of Half-Elves and Rogues for half his life, sighed. He told Milan that the Deity had fallen, and no matter how much she prayed, it would be useless. The old man gazed with weathered eyes at the now-glorious statue. After leaving some food, he turned and left. Although he could no longer use Divine Magic, his combat skills still far surpassed those of many chariot soldiers. The ferocity of the siege had forced the priests to don armor and join the battle.

Hunger left Milan feeling utterly weak.

This morning, she secretly gave her last bit of food to a young mother who was breastfeeding her baby. She witnessed the mother cut her own finger with Dagger and then used her blood to feed her child.

This scene is breathtaking!

This reminded Milan of her mother, who had passed away long ago, so she secretly handed her the last bit of food she had left.

The Prayer Room was quiet.

Milan felt her legs were numb.

She didn't know why she was kneeling there; perhaps she was now somewhat understanding of her father's feelings at that moment.

The town is under siege by Gnoll.

The father knelt in the Prayer Room for a whole day and night, praying for a Deity response and hoping to regain Divine Magic to save his home.

The bishop told her that the Deity had fallen.

Milan knew this because all the idols had lost their luster. She was a very talented little girl who had inherited her father's innate perception. If none of this had happened, perhaps it wouldn't have been long before she became a Acolyte, and then gradually inherited her father's position, becoming the bishop in charge of a temple.

However, that's estimated to be many years away.

Because she was a bit playful, her father always spoiled her and rarely forced her to pray with him.

Milan is sad.

As a young girl who is not yet an adult, she is now surrounded by a sense of loneliness and fear.

Uncle Bam had been drafted into battle. He had an arm injury when I saw him the day before yesterday, and I don't know if he's alive or dead today. No one comforted her; at a time like this, no one had the energy to care about a little girl. Fear filled everyone's eyes in the temple; they didn't know what tomorrow would bring, or what the future held.

Milan felt powerless.

She was just an ordinary young girl, and there was nothing she could do in the face of such a catastrophe.

Therefore, she could only pray to the Deity for help!

The bishop told her that the ' God of Half-Elves and Rogues ' had fallen completely; as Deity, He was dead and could no longer hear the prayers of His followers.

But the little girl did not give up.

She wasn't a priestess of the ' God of Half-Elves and Rogues '; she was just a young girl with the talent of a priest but who hadn't yet formally decided on her faith. So she decided to pray to all the Deity, that whoever could save them, she was willing to give her faith, her Hit Points, and her soul to that Deity, to fight for His glory for all eternity until death!

Her belief was so firm.

Even after receiving no response for three whole days, she persisted.

She prayed for Deity help, begging the great Deity to extend a helping hand to these poor people. She was willing to give everything for Him, to become His most loyal servant and follower, and to dedicate her life to spreading His glory.

pity.

There has still been no response.

In this time of impending Time of Troubles, no Deity would pay attention to such an insignificant little girl; their energy was entirely focused on dealing with the unknown future. Moreover, without any Holy Symbol, idols, or altars, Deity wishing to hear her call would have to expend their Divine Power, and within this nearly abandoned temple, all her prayers and cries could only reach one place!

That is the being who holds the Portfolio of ' Half-Elf and Rogue '.

tired.

hunger.

sad.

Milan didn't know why he was still persisting, or what he was still persisting in!

She simply knelt numbly on the ground, her petite body humbly prostrating itself, constantly pleading with every possible deity who might answer her Deity, begging for even the slightest glimmer of hope!

Clatter

A single, glistening tear slid down her delicate, youthful face. This little girl, who had remained strong and steadfast since hearing the news of her father's death in battle, finally couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

A strange silence Prayer Room.

She could even hear her own tears falling to the ground, but just when she was almost in despair...

A powerful will suddenly appeared in her mind!

Immediately afterwards.

Some great power directly transcended space, causing a sacred name to echo in her mind, instantly shaking her entire being.

--[Soren]! (To be continued~^~)