Chapter 56

After arriving at Guangyao City, Mier first asked the guards of Guangyao City to deliver a letter to the city lord.

The letter reads:

"Dear Lord of Glory City, Mr. Alziisyana, I am Miel Akunela, son of Bros Akunela, Lord of Snow City. My father unfortunately passed away recently, and the Snow City lordship was supposed to be my successor. However, at less than 100 years old, I'm not yet ready to become a lord. Therefore, I wish to come to Glory City to learn how to govern a city. I will visit you soon. Please allow me to apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause you."

In short – come and learn, open the door.

Miel admitted that his wording was inspired by Father Tyndall's reason for coming to Radiant City.

To be honest, Miel didn't believe that Father Tyndall came to learn from other churches. This was probably the will of the god behind him.

I just don't know whether the god's target is the Earth Mother Cult, or myself or Rocas.

Less than half a day after the letter was sent, one of the Saint's servants came to Miel and said that the city lord was not in Guangyao City recently, but the Saint was willing to meet him and thoughtfully prepared accommodation for him and his entourage.

——Ina is right.

Miel knew she was right, so after arriving in Guangyao City, he did not rush to check into the hotel. Instead, he had lunch in a restaurant and then walked around.

Miel did not refuse the saint's kindness. He took everyone to the residence prepared by the saint for them, and then went to Isyana Castle.

From a distance, Miel saw the high elf of light who was more dazzling than the sun.

She was standing at the castle gate waiting, wearing a complicated blue and white dress, with long, slightly curly golden hair that fell past her waist, and her sky-blue eyes were bright and clear. Just by meeting her gaze, I felt my body and mind purified.

Miel glanced at Rocas beside him and saw that he had his head lowered, as if he was afraid that if he looked at the elf for one more moment he would no longer be loyal to anyone.

Miel didn't care. He quickened his pace towards Amiraisyana and smiled. His long silver hair and blue ribbon swayed behind his head with his steps.

"Lady Saint, nice to meet you. I am Miel Akunila." Miel came to Amira and extended a hand to her.

Amira gently takes his hand and offers him a matching smile. “Hello, Master Miel. I’m glad to see you too.”

After she finished speaking, she noticed the silver-haired girl behind Miel and couldn't help asking, "Is this your sister?"

Miel: “Yes, her name is Inai Akunila.”

“It’s so beautiful, it puts me to shame,” Amira says modestly, gesturing to Miel. “Come in, you must be exhausted from the journey. Mr. Akter, please bring us a pot of tea.”

The man Amira calls "Mr. Actor" is a human paladin, one of Amira's personal guards, and has appeared in Rocas's memory.

In the original timeline, he died beside the altar where Amira lay.

In this timeline, he was still very young. He responded and went to prepare tea, leaving the other two paladins to stay by Amira's side.

Amira did not verify who Miel's entourage was and brought everyone into the reception room of Isyanna Castle.

Mier sat down on the soft sofa, thinking to himself - OK, now that he has met her, how can he naturally lead the conversation to the Earth Mother Cult?

Well... let me ask you something about governance first.

With this in mind, Miel asked tentatively, "Miss Amira, can you tell me how you became a saint? As the daughter of a lord, you are honored as a saint, while only a very few know my name. This makes me feel very ashamed."

“Master Miel, you’re only a child now. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Amira responds. “Actually, I’m called a saint because I was born with a special magic. I can use it to heal any wound, even regenerate severed limbs. My parents named it ‘holy healing,’ and that’s how the legend of my being a saint spread.”

When Miel heard this, he wanted to give Rocas a questioning look - such important information, but you don’t have it in your memory. Are you considered Amira’s secret guard?

But it is also true that the secret guards are not personal bodyguards. Most of the time, Rocas can only watch Amira from a distance, and the church directly refuses him entry.

The scene of sitting and chatting with Amira like this must be strange and incredible even for Rocas, who has been with Amira for more than ten years.

So this is why the church is targeting the saint?

Amira hadn't finished speaking yet. "Of course, mastering such a spell is only a prerequisite. What matters is how I use it. Ever since I came of age, my parents have often taken me away from Glory City to rescue those in need elsewhere. The last time I left Glory City was probably twenty years ago. A snowstorm caused a famine in the northern plains. Those starving to death needed food, not healing. It was there that I first learned that my Lay Healing technique could not only regenerate severed limbs but also rapidly grow plants. I used this spell to provide them with abundant food, relieving their famine. They called me a goddess."

"If only I were God, I could save more people." Amira sighed.

Miel: “…”

Wait, why is it a bit...

Remember that the Earth Mother Goddess Samantha is the goddess of life and harvest.

Life and harvest.

It allows broken limbs to regenerate and crops to mature quickly.

“Oh, by the way, they also thought my name was hard to pronounce, so they gave me another one,” Amira said with a smile.

"What was it?" She tilted her head, supported her chin with one hand, and supported her elbow with the other hand, trying to recall.

She muttered "hmm..." for a long time, and it seemed that she couldn't remember.

At this moment, Akter, who had poured tea for everyone, said, "Miss Amira, it's Samantha."

“Oh, yes! Samantha!” Amira’s eyes, clear and bright as the sky, light up, and she smiles with joy at having regained lost memories. “They call me Samantha! I wonder what those syllables mean in their language.”

"Lady Rachel said it means 'a flower left behind by the gods,'" Act said. "I was fortunate enough to hear her recount this experience. Unfortunately, I was still a child at the time and couldn't serve as your guard, so I didn't have the chance to witness it myself."

“I see, Mother’s memory is still as good as ever,” Amira sighs.

Miel remained silent, not knowing what expression to express.

Samantha...isn't that the name of the god worshipped by the Earth Mother Goddess religion!

Could it be that the people who established that church were from the group of people that the saint rescued 20 years ago?

Mier came to meet Amira to gather information, but he didn't expect to hear such content.

But in this way, he wouldn't have to find a way to bring the topic to the Earth Mother Cult.

Miel pursed his lips and said in surprise, "Samantha, that sounds familiar... Actually, before I came here, I bought a map of Guangyao City. The map shows the locations of all the churches in Guangyao City. One of the churches is called the Earth Mother Church. They believe in the Earth Mother Goddess Samantha. Could it be that they believe in you?"

"Huh?" Amira looked surprised, as if she heard this for the first time. She looked at Akter beside her for help.

After a moment's hesitation, Akter said, "I know there's a nearby church that believes in the Earth Mother. It's a very closed church, and its believers rarely go out, so it's hard to run into them. Plus, I only believe in Lathander, the Lord of the Dawn. So, this is the first time I've heard their deity is called Samantha. Could it be a coincidence?"

Miel didn't think it was a coincidence, but regardless of whether it was a coincidence or not, the church would target the saint in the near future. As for why they targeted her, and why they sacrificed her to summon the black goat kid, no answer could be inferred based on the current information.

You know, the Dark Young can be summoned by sacrificing one's life to Shub-Niggurath, and it is not necessary to sacrifice a specific person. If the church only wants to summon the Dark Young, there is no need to go to the trouble of sending the Saint to the altar.

There must be something wrong somewhere in this whole thing.

You still have to go to church.

Miel thought to himself and tentatively asked Amira, "Does Miss Amira have faith?"

“No,” Amira responds flatly. “Although everyone around me has faith, including my parents, who believe in an ancient deity, I don’t think faith can heal our wounds, but people can help others.”

"You're right." Miel agreed with her.

Although Miel claimed to believe in Cthulhu, in fact, from the moment Cthulhu had an elven incarnation, he did not regard Cthulhu as a high and mighty god, but as an individual similar to himself.

He accepted Cthulhu's help as if he were accepting help from another spirit, rather than a gift from God.

Whether in the past or now, in Miel's view, God cannot save people. Only people can save people.

Because he felt that what Amira said was so right, Miel missed important information.

Fortunately, he was not the only one in the living room.

Father Tyndall suddenly spoke up: "People can provide help to others, but they can also bring pain to others. If there are only people around who want to hurt you, who can save you except God?"

“…I’m sorry.” Amira looked at him, a look of guilt on her face. “Please forgive me if what I said just now hurt you.”

"No, I haven't. I should apologize for my abrupt remarks," Tyndall said. "Lady Saint has used her power to help many people. You are kind and gentle, and I am deeply grateful for your help. I'm just a little curious - which ancient god did your parents believe in to give birth to someone like you?"

“Do you think my powers are divine?” Amira understands, and after a brief pause, she says, “It’s possible… This isn’t something to hide, so if you want to know, I’ll tell you.”

"My parents believe in an ancient deity named Shub-Niggurath. I heard that she is the mother of all things, giving birth to everything. She must be a very gentle deity."

Cthulhu: “…”

Miel: “…”

So, that is to say...

Were you sacrificed to the god your parents believed in by someone you might have saved?

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Author's words: Miel: Do I have to save this person? [Chin on hand]

Cthulhu: I told you not to save me [roll eyes]

Rocas: [Poor]