The Path of [Blood] represented the pinnacle of the senses. It craved to devour everything, and [Honey] was what it desired most.
Even Supernatural people struggled to resist the temptation of [Honey], let alone these refugees, who were mere mortals.
Everyone stared at the thick Honey Water, their eyes overflowing with longing, then swallowed in unison.
That brimming sweetness nearly robbed them of their reason. They instinctively reached out, wanting to crowd around it.
Those at the front were almost touching the large pot.
Clang, clang.
Elsa tapped the large pot with her ladle, drawing everyone's attention. "Please line up to collect your bowls. Don't worry, there's enough for everyone. The Hearthfire District has an endless supply of honey."
Her voice seemed to hold magic, soothing the agitation in their hearts. The restless crowd actually calmed down, and the Believers who had prepared to maintain order exchanged surprised looks.
Despite Elsa's gentle tone, she had truly brought these refugees under control.
Watching from a distance, Elliot wore a look of realization.
He seemed to have seen this scene before, on... Elsa's Card.
Elsa was now taking out a long-spouted jug, filling it with Honey Water, then pouring it into the refugees' bowls one by one.
The refugees uttered words of praise and bent down to kiss the hem of her skirt.
Occasionally, a few drops of Honey Water spilled onto the ground, and shoots instantly sprouted from the soil and blossomed.
This was precisely the scene depicted on her Card when he chose [Motherly Ascension] for her.
Elliot fell into a momentary daze. Could the images on those Ascension Cards all be scenes that would happen at some point in the future?
Holding the large jug, Elsa poured Honey Water for the refugees one by one. Wherever she passed, flowers