Divine envoys are those mortals who have been endowed with the power of the gods.

They walked the world as God's spokesmen.

Demonstrate their deities to the world with unparalleled power and spread their sacred teachings widely.

And Bishop Michaela standing in front of him represents the goddess of generosity and abundance.

As for why Victor knows so clearly?

He had an oracle in his house.

Listening to Victor reveal her crucial identity, Michaela didn't show the slightest surprise.

On the contrary, a quiet and gentle atmosphere still lingered around her, as if shrouded in an invisible halo:

"It seems that you know a lot more than I thought."

She half-sat and bowed gracefully to Victor, her eyes glinting with even greater respect.

In a soft and firm voice, he said:

"I'm sure I'm not looking for the wrong person."

Michaela's composure seemed to have been expected by Victor.

He leaned back in his chair and quietly examined her with those abyss-like eyes.

The corners of Michaela's mouth rose slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

"Prisis has no connection to the late Laurien."

Her lips opened slightly:

"This sentence is to dilute the inherent views of those nobles on this matter."

Although, this kind of almost blatant sophistry can be seen even by the most unreasonable people.

Prisis was, after all, the daughter of Count Laurien.

But there is a certain indescribable temperament exuded by Michaela, but it always makes those nobles willing to choose to believe.

Even if they are not easy targets to deceive, they will inevitably be deceived by this subtle rhetoric.

And Michaela didn't give them much time to think, quickly coming up with a solution that she had been planning for a long time.

Someone was chosen to replace Count Laurien, raise Prisis, and take over the territory of Sauerburn.

The sophistry is valid.

"The church has always been more demagogic than ordinary people."

Victor narrowed his eyes, obviously complimenting, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

The bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Fertility knows how to use argumentative words and manipulate people's hearts with her unique temperament.

Michaela bowed respectfully to him again, and the smile on her face was even brighter:

"You're overrated."

When the attention of the crowd is no longer focused on the relationship between Count Laurion and Prissis.

Instead, it shifted to the question of "whoever can obtain custody of Prisis will become lord of Sulburn".

Michaela has already won.

The next step is simply to rationalize the follow-up of the incident.

With the help of golden ears of wheat, choose a new lord as a manifestation of "divine will".

And pick a candidate who everyone can't refuse and will accept.

That person, of course, can only be Victor.

Victor not only justifiably acquired a piece of the kingdom's domain, Shulben.

And no one pays much attention to Prissis, even if she has indirectly kept her father's domain.

The Church of Fertility will also continue to exist in Sulburn, and their status in Sulburn will not decline in any way.

Kill three birds with one stone.

And among them, the support of the Grand Duke is naturally indispensable.

After all, Laurien was his best subordinate.

Archduke Barlow also did not want to see this subordinate who had sacrificed everything for his daughter after his death.

His beloved daughter was treated coldly by the nobles and met him with secret arrows.

Thus, Thulbourne's domain, as well as Victor's protection, were valuable treasures left to Prisis by the Grand Duke.

The Grand Duke could have given the reins of the realm directly to Prisis.

But that would only chill the hearts of many lords who didn't know the truth.

After all, Prisis was the son of a 'sinner'.

"The older you are, the more refined you are, it's really not just a casual talk."

The Grand Duke also completed a win-win-win.

Return ownership of the realm to Prisis.

Let those noble lords accept it with peace of mind.

By the way, it also ensured the rule of the Kingdom of Kanter, so that the kingdom would not be chaotic because of the king.

Everything seems to be going smoothly.

Victor looked at Michaela indifferently and asked:

"So, what more do you want from me?"

After all, Victor didn't do anything, and he got a territory of extraordinary value for nothing.

Looks like he got a daughter.

It's bloody.

Of course, Michaela certainly had something else to ask for.

The bishop looked at Victor with a smile, and a soft voice came out of her mouth;

"Count Laurean is a very good lord, and you and I know this very well."

"That's why we decided to give him the treasures of the Church."

"Now it looks like it's in your hands."

Victor knew that Michaela was talking about golden ears of wheat that he had planted all over the realm of the dead.

Before Victor could react, Michaela said again:

"But rest assured, I'm not here to retrieve the ears of wheat."

When she mentioned the ears of wheat, her face was extremely reverent.

His hands were crossed in front of his chest, and his slender fingers were slightly bent, as if praying for some divine power:

"That night, the power of the goddess of fertility descended on Shulben."

"I know that no one but you can do anything like this."

When Michaela said this, her eyes veiled by the thin gauze seemed to be full of supplication, mixed with a bit of respect:

"Lord Victor, you are the one who has been approved by the Goddess."

"I hope you'll be able to take the golden ears of wheat to the Church of Plenty."

"When you get there, you'll understand everything."

Listening to Michaela's request, Victor closed his eyes again.

Only his voice sounded faintly in the carriage:

"So, let's make a deal."

"When it's over, I want you to promise me one condition."

……

The wheels on either side of the Magic Carriage were moved by the magic, and the axles clicked on the masonry as they galloped down the road to Sulburn.

The carriage arrives at the church, and the wheels roll across the wide square,

White doves are scattered in the square, and the water of the fountain reflects the sun in the center.

The church is clearly visible in a wide open space in the territory.

Two rows of rose windows in three rows are inlaid on the white church, and the two doors are depicted with golden wheat ears.

Solemn and sacred.

The magic carriage slowly stopped in front of the church, and the doors of the magic carriage opened automatically.

Victor and Michaela stepped out of the carriage and stood in front of the church.

As if sensing their arrival, the doors of the church, where countless lives have been baptized, slowly open to both sides.

A red-carpeted road leads deeper into the church.

The sun is shining, and the red is dazzling.

The nuns lined up on both sides of the church one by one, and when they saw Victor's arrival, they bowed in unison, in awe.

Looking down the carpet into the depths of the church, a familiar figure caught Viktor's eyes.

That's Prisis.

At that time, she was lying in front of the statue of the goddess of fertility, her eyes closed on her fair face, and her hands folded.

Silently offering the most devout prayers.

Colorful golden light shines through the rose window, like countless patches of light of different colors.

Prisis was clothed with this secret brilliance, like a god to be praised.

The whole church was silent at this moment, and only Prishys's concentration swept the air of the church.

Michaela looked at Victor with a smile.

She held out her slender hand and motioned for Victor to enter the church.

Victor was silent with his hands in his pockets.

He walked slowly on the felt-covered red carpet, his steady steps without making a sound.

Only the soft felt responds with a thin response.

Victor walked up to Prisis and stood with the statue of the goddess of fertility.

He stared at the statue's face, full of kindness and softness, exhaled softly, and stretched out an arm.

It was as if a spiritual power was wrapped around his arm, and a faint green flame instantly lit up in his arm.

Under the erosion of the flames, Sensen's white bones appeared in the ghost fire.

In the eyes of everyone, this hand seemed to reach into a quiet and dead space, engulfing Victor's original arm.

It wasn't until Victor retracted his palm that the golden ears of wheat appeared in his hand.

He placed it smoothly on the golden platform in front of the statue.

Almost at the same time, Vega's single eye shimmered with an azure shimmer.

In the next second, the ears of wheat flashed with golden light.

Dancing in the golden light, the statue of the goddess seems to be given life.

Her eyes flashed with the same golden brilliance, filling her surroundings with divine golden light.

Inside the church, loud chanting began.

The phantom of the goddess wearing a wreath appeared in front of everyone again from the statue.

She held the ears of wheat in her hand, and with tenderness and love, she gazed at the beings below.

Seeing this sacred scene, the nuns all held their breath and knelt on the ground, clasping their hands together.

They bowed their knees slightly, offering supreme respect to the goddess phantom.

Bishop Michaela stood in the doorway, looking at the sacred scene that appeared in front of him.

Even the eyes covered with a light black veil seemed to bring bursts of heat.

She folded her hands in front of her chest, and echoed in a reverent voice:

"Your Excellency Victor, you are indeed the one favored by the gods."

In the midst of the layers of intoxication, the phantom of the goddess rises.

Like a mother's blessing, a loving hand swept over Prisis's head.

Feeling a warm touch above her head, Prisis woke up.

The moment she suddenly looked up, she met with the gaze of the goddess.

It was as if she felt the warmth and love of the goddess, which made the corners of her eyes moist.

The trembling voice confided in emotion:

"Goddess, did you respond to me?"

"The goddess will not answer you."

Victor's indifferent voice sounded abruptly, causing Prisis to be stunned again.

She stiffened her head and saw Victor standing beside her.

Mr. Mage, when did you come?

Prisis didn't know, but by the moment, Victor had picked up the ears of wheat again.

The moment the ears of wheat were put away again, the divine golden light around them, along with the bursts of chanting, gradually dissipated.

And the phantom of the goddess hanging high in the sky also seems to have completed her last mission.

With a gaze full of compassion, he returned to the statue.

"Unless I want her to respond."

Prisis looked up, her blood-red eyes full of puzzlement.

"Mage...... Mr? ”

Victor didn't reply, but leaned down and held out his hand to Prisis.

Subconsciously, Prisis reached out and grabbed Victor's palm.

A warm sensation spread from Victor's palm to her palm.

Immediately after, a force dragged her directly from the ground.

Prisis couldn't react and couldn't even stop her body.

With inertia, he threw himself into Victor's arms.

Feeling the warmth in her arms, Prisis lost her mind for a moment.

She hurriedly escaped from Victor's arms, her head bowed, shy and embarrassed.

"Right...... I'm sorry. ”

However, even though it was out of Victor's palm, the warmth in his palm still existed.

Curious, Prichis lowered her head and secretly opened her palm.

The golden ears of wheat are lying quietly in the palms of their hands.

It still exudes a warm heat.

This is, Mr. Victor's ......

At this moment, she couldn't help but feel panicked.

I want to raise my head, I want to return this sacred thing to Mr. Victor.

But Victor's voice was already ringing above her head:

"Prayer never accomplishes anything, Prisis."

"To be like today, even without me, learn to stand up on your own."

Eventually, hearing Victor's words, Prisis's head still didn't lift.

She bowed her head gloomily, and her words were full of helplessness and despair:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mage......"

"I can't stand up."

Bearing the pain of her parents' death for her, and the pain of not being accepted by humans as a blood clan.

That's what makes Prisis do what she says.

She will never be able to stand up.

She doesn't want to be a hurtful bloodline, she just wants her family to be happy.

But she couldn't choose all this, so Prisis could only pray.

She will always kneel here to forgive her father for a sin that he never committed.

Even so, those people will not forgive her.

Because she is the heir of Laurien, she is a blood that can hurt others.

So she's going to kneel here all the time.

Only the kneeling bloodline will not harm others.

This is what everyone wants.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested lightly on top of her head.

Only Victor's voice echoed in her ears.

"You'll never have to kneel again."

"From this day forward, Clavenna will be your new surname."

Prichis froze and opened her eyes.

The hand on top of her head was obviously very light, but it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, so that Prisis did not dare to look up.

She didn't want to look up and see that everything in front of her was all false.

However, the moment the next sentence sounded, Prisis could no longer hold back her near-collapse emotion.

"That's what I promised your father to do."

The tears that glistened in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, sliding silently down his cheeks.

That was her father's death, the last protection left for her.

Golden sunlight descends on the skylight.

The light spilled down the dripping tears, reflecting a halo called tenderness.

It hung over the statue as if it were a sacred garment.

Only the quiet church resounded with the sincere prayers of the nuns.

And Prisis's last words to whom he didn't know to.

"Father...... Kiss. ”