I am the heroine's godfather!

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Living in the Holy City means living at the feet of that living demigod, that god among men, the representative of the seven gods.

To be chosen by Him and become His agent is something believers would never even dare to dream of.

Since his ascension to the throne, this sage seems to have only entrusted the role of his representative to one person: Lord Lorian, the mage of the stars.

But no one dared to object. The saint who made great contributions in the war against the Demon King deserved this honor.

When the bells stopped ringing, the people of the holy city stepped out of their rooms and headed to the church square.

Today is Monday, and the priests of the goddess of life will be there to pray.

Directly in front of the church square, on the hill behind the church where Her Majesty the Virgin Mary convened the papal council, stands the magnificent and solemn sanctuary, where the church worships the seven gods.

After the prayers, the residents of the holy city began their day's work.

At this moment, Messiah stood in the sanctuary praying. Behind her, her maidservants waited quietly for the prayer time to end. Unless something extremely important happened, no one would interrupt Her Majesty's prayer time.

After finishing her prayer, Messiah turned and stepped out of the sanctuary, heading towards the church.

At this moment, in the church of the Seven Gods, ten cardinals stood solemnly on both sides, the presiding judge of the court stood at the far left, and on the right was the sanctuary manager in charge of managing the sacred objects of the Papacy.

These are the twelve most central figures in the Papacy.

Messiah, dressed in a white robe and wearing a crown, slowly stepped in amidst the gazes of the crowd, walked to the throne, and turned to sit down.

"Holy, holy, holy!"

The twelve high-ranking members of the Papacy shouted their praises, and Messiah gently raised her hand, silencing everyone.

The maid beside Messiah spoke up: "Whoever has something to report, come forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the cardinals stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

"explain."

“Your Majesty, traces of followers of the evil god have been discovered near Antaya.”

The cardinal spoke; he was the cardinal in charge of Isnar and the surrounding small countries, and his name was Helian.

Helian said in a low voice, “Last year, the princess of the Antaya royal family was murdered, followed by the massacre of an entire noble family in Antaya. After investigation, it was found that the Bloodthirsty Walkers were responsible. Later, the Abyss Walkers were discovered in a village near Antaya, but by the time we arrived, the matter had already been resolved, and there, we found... Your Majesty’s divine power.”

“I am aware of this matter; it was done by my proxy.”

Messiah spoke slowly: "You still need to continue investigating what the Abyss Walker is after."

"Yes."

Helian stepped back, and another person stepped forward. It was the bishop of the commercial kingdom of Avia, named Tikmia, a woman who looked rather young.

After the Battle of the Holy City, more than half of the cardinals were killed or wounded. Many of the cardinals were later promoted, and Tikmia was one of them. She was a disciple of the former bishop of the Kingdom of Avia and was extremely talented. Therefore, after the death of the former bishop, she succeeded him.

At this moment, she said, "The Elven Ancient Tree of the Elven race is showing strange behavior, and the Death Apostles have become increasingly active recently. I suspect it is related to them."

The Kingdom of Avia is close to the Elf Forest, so Tikmia is also responsible for contacting the elves: "Recently, the Elf Princess Estia left the Elf Forest, and her whereabouts are currently unknown."

Hearing her friend's name, Messiah showed little emotion. She tapped the armrest lightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "The Elf Queen has not sought help from the Holy See, so there's no need to worry about it for now."

"Yes."

After that, there were some trivial matters, and then the meeting ended. The twelve people left, leaving only Messiah and her handmaids in the empty hall.

"Your Majesty, this afternoon you will be meeting with the heads of state of six countries."

The maid beside her whispered the day's arrangements, and Messiah nodded slightly: "Any other arrangements for the morning?"

"No."

"Ah."

Having nothing else to do, Messiah returned to her palace. As the current supreme ruler of the Holy See, Messiah's palace was naturally incredibly luxurious. But for Messiah, luxury or lack thereof made no difference.

She sat at her desk, took out a book, and several letters fell out.

This is?

Messiah picked up the letter, opened it, and began to read it carefully.

This is a letter from ten years ago. Ten years have passed, yet the letter, written on ordinary white paper, shows no signs of yellowing. Messiah carefully senses it; it contains her own magic.

Perhaps I cherished these letters back then.

But Messiah is no longer able to empathize with this feeling.

She gently touched the letter, as if touching the vanished past through the white paper.

But Messiah no longer felt any nostalgia for the past.

[Messiah, may this letter be a personal message to you:]

You've been home for two months now. How have things been going on there lately?

Everything is normal here.

Estia and Lorian, those two ice-cold faces, still have that perpetually cold expression, as if someone owes them millions.

If you don't come back soon, I'll freeze to death from those two.

—Christine.

Christine?

That was his teammate, a half-dragon.

Was this before the Battle of Middlesbrough?

At that time, I had not yet revealed my identity to my teammates, so I only told them that I was going home for a while.

But why hide your identity?

Why can't we just go directly to defeat the demons?

What's the point of this childish adventure?

Messiah was somewhat confused.

Chapter 94 An Ordinary Day in the Life of the Holy Maiden (Part Two)

Messiah continued to peruse the letters. Besides this one, there were several others, some sent after Lorian stopped being so cold-faced, and many others in her own handwriting.

Upon closer inspection, the words used were mostly ornate, like a young girl pouring out her feelings to her beloved far away, with a touch of excessive sweetness, reflecting the sentiments of a young girl.

But why wasn't it sent out?

Messiah couldn't remember. She couldn't understand the handwriting, nor could she understand the emotions of that time.

Why write these letters? And why can't they be sent?

Hard to understand.

Messiah put down the letter.

There was a knock on the door, and a maid's voice came from inside: "Your Majesty, it's time for your meal."

"Ah."

After lunch, there were talks with heads of state from various countries.

Messiah sat at one end of a round table, while the projections of the six heads of state each took their seats.

The King of Akana remains absent.

The Emperor of the Isnar Empire was becoming increasingly ill, but he still insisted on attending the meeting. Conventionally, in such situations, the heir apparent would be allowed to attend, but the Emperor of Isnar chose to attend in person, which led other heads of state to speculate.

It seems that the struggle for Isnar's crown prince position is still unresolved.

However, none of the current candidates for Isnar are outstanding heirs. Whether they can maintain Isnar's current legacy after taking the throne is still unknown, let alone whether they can go further.

Although the Papacy is above the Seven Kingdoms, it does not actively intervene in the conflicts between them, but only when there are extremely serious incidents.

Of course, if the seven nations were to sign a ceasefire agreement, they would usually look to the Papacy as a candidate.

However, the Kingdom of Arcana is currently closed off from the world, and not only other countries are not allowed to enter, but even the Papacy does not allow entry. Therefore, there are still only six countries that have come here.

In other words, Messiah herself was not a hawk; if it were a hawkish pope, he would have already launched an attack on Arcana.

Of course, Messiah isn't exactly a dove, after all, someone who dares to storm the Demon King's castle with only three teammates can't possibly be a dove.

Nowadays, various countries have made various speculations about the situation of this holy lady. It is likely that after she ascended to the status of a demigod, her humanity was suppressed by her divinity.

This is actually a good thing for all countries. They don't care about having another god who is high above them and has no desires, but they do care about having another person who holds power.

This is precisely why nations don't care about their people's reverence for Messiah. This pure power of faith might even further solidify the saint's divinity.

Loran was aware of these things, but even if everyone was forbidden from believing in Messiah, Messiah's divinity wouldn't diminish much. The only way to solve this problem was to address the root cause.

But Loran can't find a way now. The only possibility is Messiah's ascension ritual from back then.

But that ceremony has long since ended, and there is probably no chance of it happening again.

"Heh, Your Majesty the Emperor of Isnar, you actually attend the meeting in person? It seems your health is still excellent."

The king of Tria was a middle-aged man with orange hair, much younger than the emperor of Isnar, and looked to be about the same age as Isnar's eldest son.

The two countries had a long-standing feud, but the old emperor Isnar still held considerable authority, so the king of Tria had not yet provoked a conflict.

But this peace is unlikely to last long. Once the old emperor passes away, none of the current successors can rival Queen Tria.

"Hehe, no need for you to worry about it."

The old emperor squinted, seemingly still dozing. He was the oldest among those present, having ascended the throne when the others were still toddlers. Though now very old, his authority remained, and naturally, these younger generations could not challenge him at will.

"You should focus on your own country's affairs. From what I understand, many lords are quite dissatisfied with your reform measures."

"..."

This old man was definitely not to be underestimated.

King Tria frowned. Yes, this was one of the reasons he dared not wage war against Isnar. He was currently undertaking sweeping reforms domestically, but the opposition was considerable. King Tria suspected Isnar's support was involved, but it wasn't excessive, striking a balance between making him hesitant to act and preventing him from going to extremes.

If he were to launch an attack on Isnar at this time, his own opposition would definitely be able to give him a hard time from the rear.

As expected of an emperor who came from the era of the Demon King's War, or even the earlier era of strife, even in his old age, he was able to buy enough time for Isnar.

But is this a cup of poisoned wine, a way to quench thirst?

This is unknown.

If King Tria can truly quell the opposition, his control over the country will be even stronger.

At that time, no matter which of Isnar's crown princes comes to power, they will find it difficult to contend with him and the Kingdom of Tria.

Does this old man not understand this principle?

King Tria frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"Enough! How can you be so noisy in front of His Majesty?"

The King of Avia smiled and smoothed things over. As the king of a commercial kingdom, he always played the role of peacemaker.

"If you ask me, you two should find a time to have a real fight, what's with all the arguing?"

No need to guess, those words immediately come from the king of Yahwarah, that old scoundrel.

But putting everything else aside, this guy is indeed a formidable fighter. As a seventh-tier martial artist, he is the most capable fighter among all the heads of state present. If you lock him up with the other heads of state and have them engage in close-quarters combat, he could make Yahra the number one nation in less than half an hour.

"Ha, Yahra's brutes are as laughable as ever."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses scoffed. He was the president of the Cartel Federation. If he and the heads of state of several other countries were to engage in a magical duel, the Cartel would become the number one power in less than half an hour.

Yes, he is the most skilled in magic among all the heads of state present, a seventh-tier mage.

The two of them together are roughly equal to one Loran (not really)

"Pah! You sissy, how dare you bark at your grandpa like a dog?"

"Ha, how vulgar."

The two are old rivals, always arguing whenever they meet.

The Prime Minister of the Duchy of Land, being the weakest among those present, didn't dare utter a single word. In terms of national strength, he couldn't compare to Isnar and Tria; in terms of commerce, he couldn't compare to Avia; and in terms of military power, he couldn't compare to Cartel and Yahra.

The most filler episode.

If it weren't for the need for a buffer zone among nations, the Principality of Rand would probably have sent it long ago.

Just as everyone was making a fuss, a soft sound came from behind. Messiah tapped the table lightly, her golden eyes looking at everyone indifferently.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.