"Lord Victor, you are the one who has gained the goddess's approval."
“I hope you can bring golden ears of wheat to the Church of Abundance.”
"Once you get there, you will understand everything."
Hearing Michaela's request, Victor closed his eyes again.
Only his voice remained, faintly echoing inside the carriage:
"Then, let's make a deal."
"After this is over, I want you to grant me one request."
...
The wheels on both sides of the magic carriage were propelled by magic, and the axles made a clattering sound on the brick road as it sped along the road leading to Shulburn.
The carriage arrived at the church, its wheels rolling across the wide square.
White doves scattered across the square, and the fountain's water reflected the shimmering sunlight in the center.
The church, constructed of pure white marble, stands clearly visible in a wide open space on the estate.
Two rows of rose windows are set against the white church, and golden wheat ear patterns are carved on the two doors.
Solemn and sacred.
The magic carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the church, and the carriage doors opened automatically.
Victor and Michaela stepped out of the carriage at the same time and stood in front of the church.
As if sensing their arrival, the church doors, which had baptized countless lives, slowly opened to both sides.
A red carpet-covered path leads into the depths of the church.
The sunlight shone down, making it dazzlingly red.
The nuns lined up on both sides of the church, and when they saw Victor arrive, they all bowed in unison, showing great respect.
Looking down the carpet into the depths of the church, a familiar figure came into Victor's view.
That's Priscilla.
At that moment, she was completely focused, kneeling before the statue of the goddess of abundance, her eyes closed and her hands clasped together on her fair face.
Silently offering the most sincere prayers.
The dappled golden light shone through the rose window, resembling countless patterns of different colors.
Priscilla was draped in this mysterious radiance, like a praised deity.
The entire church fell silent at that moment, except for Priscilla's focused attention, which stirred the air within.
Michaela looked at Victor with a smile.
She extended her slender hand, gesturing for Victor to enter the church.
Victor stood silently with his hands in his pockets.
He walked slowly across the felt-covered red carpet, his steady steps making no sound.
Only the soft felt responded gently.
Victor walked up to Priscilla and stood with the statue of the goddess of fertility.
He gazed at the kind and gentle face of the statue, exhaled softly, and stretched out an arm.
It was as if a spiritual force wrapped around his arm, and a cluster of eerie green flames instantly ignited on his arm.
As the flames eroded away, stark white bones appeared amidst the ghostly fire.
To everyone else, the hand seemed to reach into a quiet, lifeless space, engulfing Viktor's original arm.
Until Victor withdrew his hand, the golden ear of wheat was now in his palm.
He placed it gently on the golden pedestal in front of the statue.
Almost simultaneously, a faint blue light flickered in Vega's single eye.
The next second, the wheat ears shimmered with golden light.
Amidst the dancing golden light, the statue of the goddess seemed to come alive.
Her eyes shone with the same golden light, filling the surroundings with a sacred golden glow.
Inside the church, the sound of chanting filled the air.
The phantom of the goddess, adorned with a floral wreath, reappeared before the crowd from within the statue.
Holding a stalk of wheat, she gazed down upon the beings below with tenderness and compassion.
Witnessing this sacred scene, the nuns all held their breath, knelt down, and clasped their hands together.
They slightly raised their knees and heads, offering the highest respect to the phantom of the goddess.
Bishop Michaela stood at the doorway, gazing at the sacred scene unfolding before him.
Even her eyes, veiled in black gauze, seemed to radiate a burning heat.
She placed her hands clasped in front of her chest, and with a voice full of piety, the words echoed softly:
“Lord Victor, you are indeed a person favored by the gods.”
Amidst layers of intoxication, the illusory image of the goddess slowly rose.
Like a mother's blessing, a loving hand brushed across Priscilla's head.
Feeling the warm touch on her head, Priscilla woke up with a start.
In the instant she looked up, her gaze met that of the goddess.
As if she had felt the warmth and love of a goddess, her eyes welled up with tears.
A trembling voice expressed deep emotion:
"Goddess, have you responded to me?"
"The goddess won't respond to you."
Viktor's indifferent voice suddenly rang out, startling Priscilla again.
She stiffly raised her head and saw Victor standing beside her.
Venerable Master, when did you arrive?
Priscilla was unaware, but at that moment, Victor had already picked up the wheat again.
The moment the wheat ears were gathered back up, the surrounding sacred golden light, along with the chanting, gradually dissipated.
The phantom of the goddess hanging high in the sky seemed to have completed her final mission.
With eyes brimming with compassion, they returned to the statue.
"Unless I want her to respond."
Priscilla raised her head, her blood-red eyes filled with confusion.
"Master... sir?"
Victor did not answer, but simply bent down and extended his hand to Priscilla.
Instinctively, Priscilla reached out and grasped Victor's hand.
A warm sensation spread from Viktor's hand badge to her palm.
Immediately afterwards, a force pulled her up directly from the ground.
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