Chapter 67

Upon meeting them, Horya was so friendly, treating them like her best friends of many years.

But Mylnar pouted and said, "You crazy woman... I haven't forgotten when you called me a nuisance. Humph, why are you bothering me again?"

"Of course I'm here to thank you."

Horya was in a good mood; the issue of bloodline had been resolved, and so had the issue of lifespan.

So, without changing her expression in an instant, Horya simply smiled and stepped forward, gently brushing Mylnar's delicate cheek with the slender snake tail behind her.

The abrasive texture sent a chill down Mylnar's spine, causing her to turn into water and retreat several steps before frantically rubbing her face with her small hands.

Horya laughed and said, "The Lord God merciful. He knows that even offering 99 sacrifices would be useless. The most important thing is to offer you, little elf. So you see, the Lord God has forbidden it to avoid unnecessary killing."

"When did people become sacrificial offerings?! Don't talk nonsense, you wicked woman!"

Even though Horya spoke in a teasing and joking tone, Mylnar still understood the implied meaning.

If that Lord God hadn't forbade it, when the Terra offered 99 sacrifices but found they couldn't summon the god, they would definitely have investigated why the ritual failed, and then, in the end, they would have traced it back to Mylnar...

"Alas--"

Mylnar immediately made a sound of disgust.

But it wasn't out of fear, but rather out of disgust at Horya's coiling snake tail.

"Hmph... No wonder the Lord God so fond of you. The Lord God have said that they are waiting for you and can't wait to play with little elves like you. Don't keep them waiting any longer."

"Isn't that treating people like stress-relieving toys?! What do you mean by toying with them? You wicked woman, don't talk nonsense—hey! Where are you going?"

Mylnar wanted to refute the Snake Snake's overly ambiguous words, but Horya did not intend to stop there.

After conveying the words of the Lord God, Horya spread her wings again, ignoring Mylnar's questions, and gently flapped them to fly into the sky, heading towards the direction of Siracusa.

As it was a gift from the gods, Horya's wings flew exceptionally fast, so fast that the snake tail behind her couldn't keep up and was whipped into a straight line.

But Horya didn't care; the feeling of freely soaring through the sky captivated her.

If she hadn't been so mindful of the instructions given to her by the Lord God, Horya might have been able to play all day.

"Please stop."

When Horya flew straight up to the border of the snow- Siracusa Mountain.

A woman with short black hair and blue highlights appeared out of thin air in front of Horya.

This forced Horya to brake immediately.

Because now the Terra have a general consensus: those who can fly may not be Divine Messenger, but all Divine Messenger can fly.

But upon closer inspection, Horya laughed and said, "Isn't this the incarnation of Yelagund, Yal? What's wrong? Didn't you go play house with your saintess?"

Yal: "..."

Upon hearing this, Yal couldn't help but purse her lips.

It seems that her disguise being exposed has brought her a little... well, a small trouble.

However, Yal couldn't say anything, because the changes in Horya were so great that Yal didn't know whether Horya had actually advanced to become Divine Messenger.

Fortunately, Horya didn't just keep joking around; she remembered the important matter. "Announcing the decree of the Lord God, Yal, when exactly are you planning to move?"

"Ah... thank you for your concern, Your Lord God."

Upon hearing this, Yal felt reassured.

As long as they're not here to cause trouble, that's fine.

Yal then revealed her gentle smile and said, "Perfect timing! We were just about to respond to the Lord God. Would you like to come and watch?"

In no mood.

Horya planned to stay in the air a little longer.

But since it's said to be a response to the Lord God...

"OK."

Horya Road.

Then Yal didn't say much, and led Horya to the top of the holy mountain.

Almost all of Siracusa's people had already gathered there, and Chuxue, who was standing at the front dressed as a saintess, was stunned when she saw Horya arrive, and subconsciously glanced at Yal.

After Yal nodded to her, Chuxue finally felt relieved and then murmured softly:

"My Lord God, your name cannot be spoken, your form cannot be described, and your existence cannot be proclaimed."

"But please bear witness."

"I, Enya Shiwai'esh, on behalf of all the inhabitants of Siracusa, offer you our loyalty!"