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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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The imperial capital was swept by successive attacks from the rebel army that had suddenly assaulted it and monsters summoned from the chaos realm.
As a result, the imperial capital became a scene of utter chaos, close to a wasteland.
However, the situation that had been continuously worsening began to improve bit by bit.
Ludmilla had defeated all the monsters that had suddenly appeared.
Following that, the imperial army, led by the imperial knights, launched a counterattack and suppressed the rebel army.
Although large and small skirmishes were still occurring in the city streets, they showed signs of gradually subsiding.
“The fire is still spreading! There must be many citizens who couldn’t evacuate in time…!”
They had finally succeeded in turning the tide.
However, they couldn’t afford to let their guard down carelessly.
Black smoke covered the sky.
On the ground, fierce flames were brutally burning numerous streets.
Elizaveta, who had escaped from the imperial palace with the help of the imperial knights, swallowed hard as she looked at the city streets that had turned into a sea of fire.
Surely, many people must have been caught in the fire.
“Eek…!”
“Oh, it’s all a sea of fire!”
The Luinongs who had scampered after the princess screamed as they witnessed the devastation.
Hot air flew in on the wind.
Startled by this, the Luinongs quickly hid behind Elizaveta.
“You all… Can’t you ask your god to make it rain?”
“I-It’s impossible! Unless all the Luinongs gather, it’s too difficult for just us!”
An enormous amount of mystery was needed to extinguish the sea of fire that was creating a scene of hell.
Currently, there were only five Luinongs, including Rue.
With just five, it was far from enough.
Elizaveta bit her lip at the little fairies’ pessimistic response.
She felt utterly useless, unable to do anything while citizens trapped in the sea of fire were dying in agony.
‘Damn goddess! Where are you eavesdropping from so lecherously! Answer before I throw your precious cute fairies into the flames!’
In the midst of her regret and self-loathing,
Elizaveta recalled the divine status that had used her body without permission.
The goddess of the Luinongs.
The annoying woman who had arbitrarily exposed her inner feelings towards Edanant.
Looking at the trembling Luinongs, she shouted as if grasping at straws.
Then, as if responding to her forceful appeal, a voice was heard in her mind.
-Wh-What are you doing…! How dare a mere human threaten a goddess?!
Broyan responded to Elizaveta in a shocked voice, aghast at the threat to throw the small and delicate fairies who had just succeeded in independence into the sea of fire.
To this, Elizaveta shouted:
‘I need rainfall that can extinguish all the fire in a short time! Is it possible?’
-O-Of course it’s possible, but…
‘Then please! You used my body last time. Consider this as payment for that!’
-Alright, alright!
Broyan stuck out her tongue and declared surrender at the threat-like intimidation.
Then, while exhaling a disgruntled voice, she entered Elizaveta’s body.
Blue eyes turned purple.
At this, the Luinongs showed startled reactions.
“G-God?!”
“God has come, it seems…!”
The benevolent creator had descended.
The Luinongs, instinctively sensing the goddess’s descent, jumped up and down with joy.
Broyan gave a gentle smile to her lovely children and raised her arms.
Flash-
A brilliant white light flashed.
It was similar to the radiance of the crystals that illuminated the fairies’ paradise.
The light spread like a lighthouse illuminating the dark night sea.
Soon, Broyan’s radiance, which had shot up into the sky, called forth thick storm clouds as if manifesting a miracle.
The sky above the imperial capital, where acrid smoke was rising, was soon completely covered with dark clouds.
“Y-Your Highness Princess!”
“Suddenly, Her Highness Elizaveta is emitting divine power…!”
The knights guarding the surroundings expressed their bewilderment as they looked at Elizaveta’s solemn figure emitting pure white divine power.
It was undoubtedly a blessing.
Then, was the Third Imperial Princess a blessing user?
No.
They had never heard such a thing even once.
Detecting the unusual signs, the knights hurriedly tried to stop Elizaveta.
However, their steps forward were halted by the raindrops that began to fall.
“R-Rain is coming!”
“Haha! It suddenly started raining! It’s the grace of the Earth Mother!”
The cumulonimbus clouds formed in the sky began to pour rain.
It was different from a simple shower.
The raindrops falling with fierce momentum quickly drenched the streets of the imperial capital surrounded by flames.
Hope arrived in a desperate situation covered in fire and smoke.
Citizens who had been waiting for death stretched out both hands high, shedding tears at the downpour that had begun.
‘Not bad for a useless surplus goddess?’
-Shut up. Don’t expect me to help again. I absolutely detest women with bad personalities like you.
Broyan responded with a furrowed brow to Elizaveta’s sarcastic voice.
Hmph,
Just wasted divine power for nothing.
To think she had wasted enormous divine power for humans who follow the Earth Mother.
But while grumbling in a small voice, Broyan smiled at the sight of the rejoicing Luinongs.
For the sake of her cute children, nothing would be too precious.
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The rain began to fall.
With fierce thunder, heavy raindrops poured down, suppressing the flames.
Damn it…!
Of all times, for a downpour to occur.
The sea of fire that had spread fiercely could have devoured even the imperial palace of the empire.
The remnants of the Disaster God’s priests who had barely escaped from the imperial capital glared at the dark clouds with empty eyes.
Their efforts so far had half-failed due to the sudden downpour.
“This is not just simple storm clouds. Surely… someone artificially caused this.”
The old man, whose face was half melted by the fierce flames, looked down at his palm soaked with cold raindrops and spoke.
Who on earth could have caused such a downpour?
It’s impossible with an ordinary blessing.
The miracle of causing a large-scale downpour in a brief moment was only possible for divine statuses belonging to Creator Gods or Disaster Gods.
“Let’s return now.”
“Yes, Strategist.”
The Valtarian Empire would never give up on revenge.
They would surely send pursuit troops.
At this rate, everyone would die.
They needed to quickly join with Ariel’s subordinates.
The priests and priest knights who had attacked the imperial capital were all the Strategist’s forces.
The vampires who worshiped the Fresh Blood Disaster God were replenishing their strength by drinking blood.
By now, the vampires should have recovered their strength to some extent.
If they received help from the vampires skilled in black magic, they should be able to safely escape from the Valtarian Empire.
‘So many subordinates died gloriously on the battlefield! Yet this so-called Strategist is primarily concerned with his own survival…’
What should he feel attached to?
What had become of Ariel?
What had happened to the other priests isolated in the imperial capital?
The Strategist took steps to return to the hideout with the priests, feeling miserable anger.
“Where do you think you’re going after causing such a mess?”
A woman with dazzling silver hair like white silver caught the group trying to hastily leave the battlefield.
She appeared just before they were about to use teleportation magic, as if she had known and waited.
Pure white vestments.
Clear, shining glass-colored eyes.
And a platinum rosary adorning her snow-white neck.
There was no doubt.
She was clearly the First Saintess of the Holy Kingdom.
The priests of the Disaster God, facing the saintess in the worst possible situation, swallowed their screams and stepped back.
“Saintess Zebeline…!”
“Sigh, to think I had to rush to the imperial capital to catch such vermin. The travel expenses for a saintess are expensive.”
Tap tap.
Zebeline spoke while tidying her clothes.
They were covered in dust.
It was because she had ‘rushed’ from the Hohenberc Marquis Territory to the imperial capital.
“I tried to avoid running as much as possible because it lowers my dignity… but thanks to you all, I’m a mess. How embarrassing would it be if people found out that a noble and pitiable saintess ran at full speed?”
Zebeline continued her grumbling while sighing.
It was truly a leisurely appearance.
The priests of the Disaster God quietly drew sharp daggers while preparing attack spells.
However, their sneak attack failed before it could even begin.
This was because pure white lightning suddenly fell from the sky.
Boom!!!
As the lightning struck, the priests, including the Strategist, all collapsed. Zebeline, who had dropped the lightning without a moment’s hesitation, looked down at them with cold eyes.
There was no way to resist.
They couldn’t even let out a final scream.
Even their last hope, the blessing of the Disaster God, failed to activate.
Zebeline, who had incapacitated all the remnants of the Disaster God who had escaped from the imperial capital, grasped her rosary and made the sign of the cross.
It was to pray for the souls of the victims killed by these vermin before her eyes.
“You’re the ones behind the attack on the Holy Kingdom, aren’t you? His Holiness and the cardinals must be gnashing their teeth in anger… Hmm, I can’t just send the ones caught by the empire to the Holy Kingdom like this.”
Zebeline made an expression of great regret.
She continued to ponder while pouting her lips.
Finally, the White Dragon’s saintess seemed to have made a decision and snapped her fingers.
Snap.
As soon as the crisp sound rang out, enormous lightning bolts struck down.
The priests of the Disaster God rolled their eyes as they felt the pain of their entire bodies being scorched.
But they didn’t die.
She had deliberately used just enough force to keep them from dying.
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Anything but the Luinongs!🤣🤣🤣