"Great Divine Son of Slaughter, your believer wishes to serve by your side."
Gwen had always been tolerant toward those who had rendered merit.
She told Fissman directly, "Wait for now. The next time I see my sister, I'll ask her to let you come back."
Fissman dared to plead before Gwen because Elf was absent.
Though he did not know why Elf had vanished recently, it was a good thing for Fissman.
He did not dare complain openly, but he hinted, "Great Divine Son, the Divine Son of Combat may be wonderful, but she is not my faith. I sincerely hope to work for you..."
Elf's consciousness descended along Fissman's muttering, and Gwen seemed to sense something.
She looked up and saw a faint golden figure.
"Father? No, are you Sister Elf?"
Gwen rose in surprise, sensing the sacred fluctuations of power from Elf. "You've stepped into the domain of the gods?"
Gwen knew that Father had been researching how to become a god, but evidently, he had yet to achieve any results.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Elf had successfully ascended to godhood.
Now, Elf clearly possessed the miraculous abilities of a god. The mere descent of an incarnation made Gwen feel an irresistible power.
Fissman was startled by Gwen's reaction. He turned around and looked about in terror, but did not see Elf.
"Hmph!"
Elf snorted and revealed herself.
With god-level consciousness descending, ordinary people could not see her.
Even though Fissman possessed sacred power, his was too weak—he might as well have been blind.
Only because Elf had revealed herself could Fissman perceive even a trace of her.
"Divine Son of Combat... I... I..." Fissman trembled all over as he recalled the painful days when he had served as Elf's sparring partner.
"Don't be