After a burst of magic, a deep tunnel appeared behind Victor.

A storm swept around them, causing Aurelion to instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes.

Once the wind had calmed down, Aurelion looked up again.

But they discovered that the two figures had already disappeared in front of the portal.

Only Priscilla remained, standing there, letting out a soft sigh.

There seemed to be a quiet melancholy.

Aurelion panicked and rushed out.

When Priscilla saw Aurelion, Priscilla was also taken aback.

Priscilla was clearly quite surprised by her sudden appearance.

Her blood-red, ruby-like eyes were fixed on Aurelion, and she was about to say something.

However, Aurelion's shocked words immediately escaped her lips.

"How could you just stand by and watch him be taken away by that wicked woman!?"

"He's your father now!"

Priscilla: "?"

...

A deep blue portal slowly descended, standing quietly on a boundless grassland.

A gentle breeze rustled the wild grass.

Viktor looked around but didn't see anyone else.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Michaela again, and said softly:

"Let's do it here."

Michaela also looked around, her hands clasped together, seemingly somewhat embarrassed:

"Is this place... not quite right?"

"There should at least be a room..."

Viktor stared at her expressionlessly, while Michaela's covered eyes also turned to Viktor at the same time.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, Michaela broke the silence first:

"Aren't we here to spread our faith?"

"Let more people hear the sacred teachings of the Goddess of Abundance, and spread her love further."

Victor didn't respond, so Michaela tilted her head slightly and looked at him curiously.

As if sensing something, Michaela's cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Victor, I may have misunderstood you.”

"As someone favored by the gods, I presumptuously assume you will extoll the greatness of the goddess more..."

She said somewhat awkwardly:

"However, I will still follow your arrangements."

"If you can't choose your environment, then at least please be gentle."

Victor turned his head away and stopped looking at Michaela.

Anyone who can serve as a bishop of a church is bound to have some mental issues, let alone Michaela, who is also a messenger of God.

It is common knowledge that anything that can be associated with God is not normal.

So he simply stated it directly:

Will the personality of a divine messenger gradually gravitate towards that of God?

Michaela quickly regained her composure, and her blushing cheeks returned to normal.

She knew Victor was asking her a serious question:

"Yes, but also no."

She placed one hand on her chest, her expression solemn, and calmly answered:

"For example, after I received the goddess's divine power, I, like the goddess, loved all things in the world."

"But I will not entrust this compassion to everyone."

Michaela demonstrated an example:

“Take you, Mr. Victor, for example.”

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't just casually..."

"Alright, you don't need to say anymore."

Viktor interrupted her, saying calmly:

"Overall, you still retain your original personality and have not completely become the incarnation of God."

Michaela nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the sound of iron horse hooves echoed from the ground.

The ground began to tremble, as if a giant drum was shaking across the vast earth.

The leader, Gwen, was clad in iron armor, with thick bone armor covering her body.

He raised the reins, mounted his steed, and galloped out from behind a hill.

In that instant, Gwen appeared in front of the two of them.

She pulled on the reins, and the horse reared up.

The silver armor flowed with a dazzling luster over her body, and a holy and supreme knight appeared before the daylight.

Then, Gwen's calm, even indifferent eyes looked at Michaela with a scrutinizing gaze.

Mikaela was taken aback by the sharp gaze that was as cold as a spear.

As she stood there, stunned, Viktor's voice rang in her ears:

"So, in this kind of situation."

"As a fellow messenger of the gods, what are your thoughts?"