Yorshka, We Adore You

"Does anyone have any new footage of Yorshka? I can watch the recording of Fingel's match over and over again."

"I have it here, and it even has brand new dialogue!"

"What is it? What is it? Tell me quickly."

"Oh ho ho, she asked us in such an adorable tone how we got to the Prisoner Tower!"

In the Zane Dungeon, in Lake Liurnia, there is a tavern that has become a gathering place for the Dark Moon Blade.

A group of people were passing around their treasured videos of Yorshka. Many of them were filmed directly from the live stream of Fingel. The filming techniques were poor, and the images were often blurry. If there was a clear image, it was considered a good thing. Overall, the viewing experience was like watching a pirated movie.

Someone pulled out Yorshka, a top adventurer who had paid a hefty sum to enter Anor Londo and film from a first-person perspective, and he instantly became the focus of the entire tavern, with everyone falling silent and staring at him.

The man stood proudly with his hands on his hips, carefully taking out an Image Stone from an exquisitely packaged box. After everyone had bought him a beer, he then, slightly drunk, projected the image onto the spot.

When the clear image and Yorshka's figure appeared, people couldn't help but cheer in unison.

Those who can gather here are the most core Darkmoon Furious Rajang, or in other words, fanatics, so it's not surprising that they would have any exaggerated reactions.

A completely new conversation, one that no one had ever heard of before, broke out. It was Yorshka asking in a questioning voice:

"Can you answer my question? This is the Prisoner Tower, towering and isolated, with its mechanisms disabled, so there should be no way to get here. How then could you have come here? Can you fly?"

From off-screen, the adventurer's reply came, "That's right, I can fly."

Yorshka's mouth opened slightly as if in surprise, then her tone turned curious, and a hint of pride in having guessed correctly, as she said:

"Is that so? Then you must be a dragon, or perhaps a raven? Ah, in any case, you are truly something to be remembered and something wondrous."

Upon hearing this, some of the adventurers watching clutched their chests.

"Is there Priest? I feel like my heart is going to stop beating!"

"Wryyyyy——"

"I could watch it all day!"

The non- Dark Moon Blade adventurer who stumbled into the tavern found the group noisy and their speech incredibly shameful, even more so than the fanatical followers of the Holy Light Church. He couldn't help but ask:

"The Dark Sun's body is barely cold, and you're already showing such jubilation for the new god? What kind of behavior is this?"

"Ah?"

The Dark Moon Blade turned to look at him and retorted vehemently:

"If Lord Gwyndolin were here, he would be pleased to see how much we love his sister! He might even reward us."

"I have a feeling he's more likely to kill you all with one arrow."

A passerby couldn't help but shake his head and said, "This is ridiculous! You haven't even defeated Aldrich, who ate the Dark Sun, and you're already here—"

Before the passerby could finish speaking, the tavern door was suddenly kicked open, and someone rushed in excitedly shouting:

"Brother Fingel and his men have returned victorious! They're in Bede City right now!"

The tavern was silent for a few seconds, then erupted into a tsunami-like sound wave as people rushed out, emptying the tavern in the blink of an eye.

The passerby paused for a moment, then put down his glass and walked out.

"I must take a good look at this strange thing."

Bede City.

The Holy Light Church's routine procession continues today, with the Holy Light Knight leading the way, Priest singing hymns, nuns following behind in prayer, and in the middle, carried in a palanquin, is Li Ka, the Blessed One of the Holy Light God.

A large crowd of people gathered around the parade, all watching the spectacle. The scene looks quite lively so far, doesn't it?

However, compared to the parades of the previous days, fewer and fewer people are coming to watch the parades now, and everyone seems to have gotten used to it.

A Priest looked around and muttered to himself, "Damn it, when will this parade end? I've been working overtime for days on this. Didn't we agree that it would only last three days? How many days has it been?"

Looking back at the others, not only the Holy Light Knight and the nun, but even the Blessed by the Gods Li Ka on the palanquin and the followers behind them all showed signs of fatigue, clearly exhausted by this propaganda campaign.

Just as they were about to enter the busiest Food Street in Bede City, a group of people suddenly stopped them. The burly man in the lead, dressed in a chef's uniform, said with an unfriendly expression, "Please go somewhere else. It's mealtime now, and hungry customers are waiting to be served. Your parade here is in the way."

After so many days, someone has finally expressed their dislike clearly.

The Holy Light Follower naturally began to shout in dissatisfaction, and the merchants on the Food Street were not to be outdone. Just as a quarrel was about to break out, someone suddenly shouted:

"Aldrich has been defeated! Everyone, come quick!"

The crowd dispersed quickly, and it turned out that those still watching the parade were either believers or people who just enjoyed watching the excitement. If any new excitement appeared, they would rush over to watch without hesitation.

Seeing the audience had dwindled to less than half in an instant, the Priest in charge of today's parade twitched his lips, waved his hand, and called out:

"Let's go take a look!"

In any case, his primary task was to create obstacles for heretical beliefs.

When they arrived, they were shocked to find the scene was terrifying.

On the outskirts of Bede City, a high platform was built by a highly skilled mage. Standing in the center of the platform were the adventurers who had contributed to the campaign against Aldrich. They were all draped in golden veils and wreaths symbolizing honor, and the crowd cheered for them.

The number of people gathered here was ten to nine times greater than those watching the parade! The roads in and out of the city were completely blocked.

Where are the guards? Why aren't they here to maintain order?

Oh, the guards are watching too. Wait, why is Earl Ka Rong also watching from the city walls? What about your official duties today?

The procession of the Holy Light Church couldn't even squeeze in and could only linger on the periphery.

"Just showing up and putting on a show to claim victory?" The Priest scoffed. "Where's the evidence? Without evidence, you're just lying."

Suddenly, Fingel on the high platform looked over from afar. The Priest was startled and lowered his head guiltily.

"Everyone, this is Aldrich's soul!"

When Fingel took out that vast and mysterious soul, the cheers from the crowd were so loud they could have shaken birds to their deaths. Just one look was enough to tell that this strange soul could only have been conceived by a powerful enemy of the Zane Dungeon.

Furthermore, many of the people present had entered the Cathedral of the Deep and could feel the profound aura emanating from their souls. Without a doubt, this was the real deal!

The Priest looked up and met Fingel's upturned lips. His face immediately darkened. He had only said it in anger, but the other party took it seriously. He felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

The fact that Aldrich had been defeated had an even stronger exhilarating effect than the live broadcast itself, after all, it meant personally killing the enemy who had devoured Gwyndolin.

If this were a mythological story, the deeds of Fingel and his companions would surely have been adapted into hundreds of versions by bards and passed down through generations. They might even have been given a minor divine role in the mythology!

Just then, Lu Lu Wo played the video of Yorshka that they had recorded before leaving the dungeon, which made the already enthusiastic atmosphere even more Furious Rajang.

If before this, people liked Yorshka mostly because she was "Gwyndolin's sister," "beautiful and sweet-talking," and "tragic," and regarded her as a substitute for Gwyndolin, then...

So when Yorshka said in the video that even if the linking of the fire could not be successfully completed, the Dark Moon Knight Order would still reserve a place for you and even be proud of you, she completely shed her status as a substitute in people's hearts and became an independent god worthy of respect and following!

The climax has passed, Fingel released a photo of them at the height of their glory in Anor Londo, bringing this feast to a close.

The bowing Silver Knight, the aloof yet secretly chuckling Giant Guards, the Bat Monster vying for a photo opportunity, and the sun-drenched castle—people discovered that the monsters they fought to the death with actually had such a kind side.

"When I grow up, I will definitely defeat Aldrich, and I also want to be bowed to by the Silver Knight!"

A little boy, lifted onto his father's shoulders, looked at the scene on the platform, his small eyes shining with great expectation. His innocent words drew good-natured laughter from those around him.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Light Priest suddenly shuddered as if an electric current had struck him, and stiffly raised his head.

He looked around and saw that everyone looking at the platform was bursting with a vibrant and positive energy and the most simple yet widespread positive emotions. Some of them were not believers in the Darkmoon, but they had a simple sense of good and evil. In their minds, Gwyndolin was a good person, or rather, a good god, so it was something to be happy about that the bad guy Aldrich, who had eaten him, was dead.

The Priest shuddered violently, for he had not seen such vitality in the Holy Light Follower who came to church to pray for a long time.

People who come to church to pray have their own desires and are burdened with troubles, so their motives are naturally impure. The sins they pour out in the confessional can sometimes make even the Priest feel suffocated.

Even with the news of the Holy Light God's resurgence these past few days, the emotions expressed by the jubilant Holy Light Follower are not as pure as those of the Dark Moon Blade.

The Priest could sense that the joy shown by his congregation stemmed from the same reason:

The Holy Light God has awakened! My wish can be fulfilled!

The reason why the believers of Dark Moon and Starfire have their faith is:

I believe in the gods because of their noble character and great deeds; what does it matter if they can't help me?

In that instant, his perception of the Dark Moon Blade before him changed, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"You will be the Church's most terrifying enemies."

The procession would only become a laughingstock if they stayed any longer, Priest, filled with worry, gave the order to return, silently praying:

Holy Light God, please help us so that the Church may regain its former glory.

He suddenly paused, then gritted his teeth.

It turns out that he also believed in the Holy Light in order to achieve his own goals.

Meanwhile, within the Holy Light Church.

"After numerous experiments, 32 out of 50 believers who underwent training in the Lightless Area of the Underground Labyrinth were unharmed, 15 had improved moral character, and only 3 showed negative tendencies due to excessive pressure."

The bishop listened to Albuquerque's report and said, "It sounds like the Lightless Area isn't as terrifying as the rumors say."

That's exactly how I want you to feel.

Albuquerque did not raise his head, but agreed:

"Yes, even if one cannot acquire those saintly virtues, with timely treatment, there's a high probability there won't be any problems. Furthermore, given the resurgence of the Dark Moon faith today, I believe..."

"It's time to send Li Ka into the Underground Labyrinth and show the world the unwavering faith of those favored by the gods!"