My father died.

In order to cover their retreat, my father resolutely decided to personally lead the militia team to stay behind and break the rear. More than 100 people stayed behind and broke off, and less than 10 people finally broke through and retreated.

My father died honorably in battle.

A militiaman who broke out of the siege told Milan that her father had not taken a step back even though he was seriously wounded, and that countless gnolls had died at his hands.

Yes.

Even after losing his divine skills, his father is still so powerful.

But he died in the end.

Milan's heart was full of sadness, but she didn't cry, even though she was just a sensible little girl. She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, she already had the consciousness of facing death in her heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted himself to Uncle Bam to take him to Fallen Leaves to ask for help from the Bishop, who had guided his father's path as a priest.

His hometown has been reduced to ruins.

Milan knew very well how much his father had put his heart and soul into that place, and he single-handedly built the town, which took twenty years to become the one it is now wealthy. But now that everything has been destroyed in the war, my father finally chose to fight to the last moment to protect it.

The home was ruined.

They have become homeless refugees, and even if Fallen Leaf City takes them in, they will only be able to settle down in the abandoned temple temporarily. This temple, which served my father's deity all his life, was abandoned in a short time. With no priests praying and no believers to serve, people seem to have quickly forgotten the existence of this deity and had to face an even more difficult fate. The situation in Fallen Leaf City is not good, although Milan does not understand many things, but she knows that there is not much food in the city.

In order to give priority to satisfying the fighting soldiers, these old and weak women and children have been drinking water porridge for three days.

Milan also has a little bit of food.

It was given by the former bishop, who had been here at noon yesterday, and looked at Milan kneeling in the prayer room of the temple, and the high priest who had served the gods of half-elves and wanderers for half his life let out a sigh. He told the Milan deity that it was useless to pray no matter how much she prayed, and the old man gazed at the statue that had lost its brilliance with vicissitudes of life, left a little food, and then turned away. Although he was unable to use magic skills, his fighting skills were far superior to those of many soldiers, and the brutality of the siege had forced the priests to wear armor as well.

Hunger left Milan feeling powerless.

This morning, she smuggled what little food she had left to a young mother who was nursing her baby. She saw with her own eyes that the mother cut her finger with a dagger and fed her child with blood.

This scene is shocking!

Milan was reminded of her mother, who had died a long time ago, so she secretly handed her what little food she had.

The prayer room was quiet.

Milan felt like his legs were numb.

She didn't know why she was kneeling here, maybe she had a little bit of a sense of her father's state of mind at that time.

The town was besieged by gnolls.

In the same way, my father knelt in the prayer room for a whole day and a night, praying for the gods' answer, hoping to regain his divine power and save his home.

The Bishop told her that the gods had fallen.

Milan knew this, because all the idols had lost their brilliance, and she was a very gifted young girl who had inherited her father's natural sense of perception. If this did not happen, it might not be long before she became a probationary priest, and little by little she would inherit her father's position as bishop in charge of a temple.

But that's probably going to take years.

Because she was a bit playful, her father always doted on her and rarely forced her to follow him in prayer.

Milan is sad.

As a young girl, she was now surrounded by a fear of loneliness.

Uncle Bam was drafted into battle, and when he saw him the day before yesterday, he had a wound in the arm, and today it is unknown whether he is alive or dead. No one comforted her, and no one had the energy to pay attention to a little girl at this time. The eyes of everyone in the temple revealed fear, not knowing what tomorrow would bring, not knowing what the future would bring.

Milan felt powerless.

She was just an ordinary little girl, and she couldn't do anything in the face of such a war and catastrophe.

So she can only pray to the gods for help!

The Bishop told her that the 'god of half-elves and wanderers' had fallen completely, and that as a god he was dead and could no longer hear the prayers of the faithful.

But the little girl didn't give up.

She's not a priest of the Half-Elves and the Wanderer', she's just a little girl with the gift of a priest who hasn't yet made up her mind. So she decided to pray to all the gods, and whoever could save them, she would be willing to give her faith, her life, and her soul to this god, and fight for His glory for the rest of her life until the death!

Her faith is so strong.

So much so that after three days without any response, she continued to persevere.

She prayed for the help of the gods, for the great gods to lend a hand to help these poor people, and she was willing to give her own for Him, to become His most loyal servant and follower, and to fight all her life to spread His glory.

Pity.

Still no response.

In this time of impending Sage Havoc, no god would pay attention to such an inconspicuous little girl, and their energy was all devoted to dealing with the unknowable future. Moreover, without any emblems, idols, or altars, the gods had to give their own divine power to listen to her calls, and in this temple, which was close to abandonment, all her prayers and calls could only be delivered to one place!

That is the being who holds the priesthood of 'half-elves and wanderers'.

………………

Tired.

Hunger.

Sadness.

Milan doesn't know why they're still holding on, what they're still holding onto!

She just knelt numbly on the ground, her petite body humbly kneeling, and kept praying to all the gods who might answer her prayers, praying for even a glimmer of hope!

Smack.

A crystal tear slid down her delicate and immature face, and this little girl, who had been strong and did not cry since hearing the news of her father's death in battle, finally couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.

Pray for the eerie silence in the room.

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

A powerful will suddenly appeared in her mind!

Followed by.

Some kind of great power directly crossed the space, causing a divine name to echo in her mind, and her whole heart couldn't help but tremble in an instant.

- [Sauron]! R1152