Chapter 3 Belief

Father died.

In order to cover their retreat, his father resolutely decided to lead the militia to stay behind. More than a hundred people stayed behind, but less than ten people finally broke through and retreated.

Father died in battle with honor.

A militiaman who broke out from the siege told Milan that her father never took a step back even though he was seriously injured, and countless gnolls died under his hands.

Yes.

Even if he lost his magic, his father was still so powerful.

But he died in the end.

Milan's heart was full of sadness, but she didn't cry, even though she was just a little girl who was just sensible. She knew very well that the moment her father decided to stay, she already had the awareness to face death in her heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted himself to Uncle Bam and asked him to bring him to Fallen Leaf City to ask for help from the bishop who once guided his father to the priesthood.

My hometown has been turned into ruins.

Milan knew very well how much his father had put his heart and soul into that place. He built this town single-handedly, and it took twenty years from a small village to become a wealthy town now. But now everything has been destroyed by the flames of war, and my father finally chose to fight to the last moment to protect it.

Homeland is destroyed.

They became homeless refugees. Even though Fallen Leaf City took them in, they could only temporarily settle down in the abandoned temple. This temple, which had served his father and believed in gods all his life, was abandoned in a short period of time. With no priests praying and no believers serving, people seem to have quickly forgotten the existence of this god and have to face a more difficult fate. The situation in Fallen Leaf City is not good. Although Milan doesn't understand many things, she knows that there is not much food in the city.

In order to give priority to satisfying combat soldiers. These old and weak women and children have been drinking porridge with clear water for three days.

Milan still has a little food.

It was given by the former bishop. He came here at noon yesterday. Looking at Milan kneeling in the prayer room of the temple, the senior priest who had served the god of half-elves and wanderers for half his life sighed. He told Milan that the gods had fallen, and no matter how she prayed, it was useless. The old man stared at the lost brilliance of the gods with vicissitudes of life. After leaving a little food, he turned and left here. Although unable to use divine spells, his combat skills are still far superior to many soldiers, and the brutality of the city defense has forced the priests to wear armor to participate in the battle.

Hunger made Milan feel weak.

This morning, she smuggled what little food she had left to a young mother nursing her baby. She saw the mother cut her own finger with a dagger, and then fed her child with blood.

This scene is shocking!

It reminded Milan of her mother who passed away a long time ago, so she secretly handed her the little food she had left.

The prayer room is quiet.

Milan felt his legs were numb.

She didn't know why she was kneeling here, maybe she had a little understanding of her father's state of mind at that moment.

The town is besieged by gnolls.

My father knelt in the same way for a whole day and night in the prayer room. Pray for the response of the gods, hoping to regain the magic to save their homeland.

The bishop told her that the gods had fallen.

Milan knew this, for all the statues had lost their brilliance, and she was a gifted little girl who had inherited her father's natural senses. If all this hadn't happened. Maybe it won't be long before she becomes a trainee priest, and then she will inherit her father's position little by little, becoming the bishop in charge of a temple.

But that is estimated to be many years.

Because she is a bit playful, her father always spoils her very much. She was rarely forced to pray with him.

Milan is sad.

As a young girl, she is now surrounded by a fear of loneliness.

Uncle Bam is called up to fight. When I saw him the day before yesterday, he had an injury on his arm, and today I don't know whether it is life or death. No one comforted her, and no one had the energy to care about a little girl at a time like this. Everyone in the temple showed fear in their eyes, not knowing what would happen tomorrow. I don't know what the future holds.

Milan felt powerless.

She is just a very ordinary little girl, and she can't do anything in the face of such a catastrophe.

So she can only pray to the gods for help!

The Bishop told her that the "God of Half-elves and Wanderers" had completely fallen. As a god, he had died and could no longer hear the prayers of believers.

But the little girl did not give up.

She is not the priest of the 'God of Half-elves and Wanderers', she is just a little girl who has the talent of a priest but has not yet formally decided on her faith. So she decided to pray to all the gods, no matter who can save them, she is willing to give her faith, life, and soul to this god, and fight to protect his glory all her life and never change until she dies !

Her faith is so strong.

So much so that she persisted even though she didn't get any response for three whole days.

She prayed for the help of the gods, and prayed for the great gods to lend a helping hand to save these poor people. She was willing to give her all for him, to become his most loyal servant and follower, and to fight for the spread of his brilliance all her life.

pity.

Still no response.

In this period when the holy catastrophe is coming, no god will pay attention to such an inconspicuous little girl, and all their energies are spent on dealing with the unknown future. Moreover, in the absence of any holy emblems, statues, or altars, the gods must pay their own divine power to listen to her call, and in this nearly abandoned temple, all her prayers and calls can only be Deliver to one place!

That is the existence that holds the priesthood of 'half-elf and wanderer'.

………………

tired.

hunger.

sad.

Milan doesn't know why he is still insisting, what is he still insisting on!

She just knelt on the ground numbly, her petite body knelt down humbly, and kept praying to all the gods who might answer her prayers, praying for even a glimmer of hope!

Slap.

A drop of crystal tears rolled down her delicate and immature face. This little girl who had been strong and not crying since hearing the news of her father's death in battle finally couldn't hold back the tears.

There was an eerie silence in the prayer room.

She could even hear the sound of her tears dripping on the ground, but just when she was almost desperate.

A powerful will suddenly appeared in her mind!

Immediately afterwards.

Some kind of great power directly crossed the space, causing a sacred name to echo in her mind, and her whole mind couldn't help trembling in an instant.

——[Sauron]! (to be continued ~^~)