Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1083: The Prismerion Race Meets Their Creator



Ilse looked at the three hundred Prismerions kneeling before her and couldn't help but feel her heartstrings tugged.

How long had it been since she felt such emotion? She couldn't remember.

Ilse focused her gaze on Selene and asked, "Child, how have you all been?" The words flowed naturally, though with some difficulty, like a mother seeking to know the well-being of her children after years of separation.

Selene raised her head and met Ilse's eyes. She wanted to speak of what had transpired since they passed through the stellar gate-how they had thought she had abandoned them, unaware that she had been secretly protecting them. She wanted to recount how they had foolishly fallen victim to the Manmade gods' plots, triggering the fall of Paradise and her death, and how they had been imprisoned with White Flame for thousands of years.

They would not be here if the Village hadn't rescued them. However, understanding that their time to speak was limited, she could only condense her feelings into one sentence: "It's been hard without you, goddess," Selene replied, her voice filled with emotion.

She noticed tear streaks pouring down her cheeks and onto the grass below her. Suddenly, a hand pressed gently against her shoulder.

Feeling the unexpected touch, Selene shivered involuntarily. Instead of pulling away, she felt a soothing sensation flow through her body, as though all her problems had vanished instantly. Another hand appeared and wiped the tear stains from her cheeks.

"I'm here now. It won't be hard anymore," Ilse said, her gaze filled with motherly love as she looked at Selene before sweeping her eyes over the hundreds of Prismerions kneeling before her.

"I am Ilse, the Goddess of Treasures and your creator. I'll lead you again from now on, so you don't have to worry. You'll never endure the same suffering again," Ilse announced, her words reaching the ears of each Prismerion present.

Some, unable to contain their emotions, collapsed onto the ground, faces buried in the grass, watering it with their tears. Others clenched their fists with emotion, weeping profusely while their lips spread wide with smiles.

These were not tears of pain but tears of happiness.

As Ilse tried to calm Selene's emotions, her lips curved into a frown, sensing something unusual in Selene's body. She stretched her hand toward Selene's neck and tapped it gently. Selene trembled slightly as Ilse forcefully activated her Divine Apostle Crest.

Observing the image and unique aura of the crest, Ilse's eyes widened in shock and astonishment.

Orion and Aerialia both exhaled tiredly, witnessing Ilse's reaction to the discovery of the Divine Apostle Crest. Fortunately, they had spoken to her beforehand; otherwise, her expression would have been even more dramatic.

"How did this happen, child? You can tell me the truth, and I promise to protect you," Ilse spoke mentally, sending her thoughts directly to Selene.

Though she had already been informed by Aerialia about the Divine Apostle Crest, Ilse remained wary. It was reasonable for her to feel this way, as she could sense the same unique aura on the Crimson Greatsword lingering on the Divine Apostle Crest.

She had no idea how this was possible. The goddess before her was a Divine Soul, which meant she should be unable to possess an active Divine Apostle Crest. However, considering her own situation-she was meant to be completely dead yet somehow alive-Ilse couldn't dismiss the possibility entirely.

Initially, Selene was stunned by Ilse's voice suddenly sounding in her mind, but she quickly nodded and explained how they had obtained the Divine Apostle Crest. Orion had already informed her that Ilse might grow wary when she learned about this, so Selene had prepared herself beforehand.

After a few minutes, Selene concluded her explanation.

Meanwhile, Ilse frowned deeply. She had closely monitored Selene's condition, keeping her senses attuned to anything that might indicate deceit. However, she found nothing, making her realize that everything she had been told was true.

Ilse furrowed her brows silently as her mind raced to comprehend Orion's words. She had already been cautious about this being Naka, especially after learning that he was partly responsible for her resurrection. However, she had never expected that he could do something like this.

Ilse narrowed her eyes at the Divine Apostle Crest. She stretched out her hand and touched it again, channelling her Divine energy into Selene's body to protect her as she attempted to forcibly remove the crest. In an instant, Ilse was hurled backwards by a powerful force that repelled her Divine energy, crashing into the house and partially demolishing it with a "BOOMM!!"

"Goddess Ilse!!"

"Goddess Ilse!!"

The Prismerions screamed in horror as they watched their goddess being hurled back by a terrifying force. Their hearts sank at the sudden turn of events.

Orion rushed to her side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he knelt beside her and helped her up.

"I'm fine," Ilse replied, sitting upright before standing with Orion's support. "I tried to remove the Divine Apostle Crest, but it felt like a warning. If I attempt to remove it again, the repercussions could be far worse than repulsion." Her expression was grim as she finished

speaking.

When she tried to forcefully remove the Divine Apostle Crest, she sensed that it was entirely different from the Crests she was familiar with.

Seeing that their goddess was unharmed, the Prismerions remained in their positions, heads pressed to the ground, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation between the Supreme Leader of Paradise and their goddess.

Orion nodded, taking note of the new information.

"Although I hate to interrupt your reunion with your children, we have limited time before you become unconscious again. We need to continue with replicating the Divine Artefact,"

Orion said.

Ilse nodded. "Give it to me," she said, stretching her hand.

Orion summoned the miniature mountain, retrieved Solara's Divine Eye from it, and handed

it to her.

Ilse received the brilliant orb, then stretched out her other hand and drew a line in the air with her index finger.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om