"The remnants … of the World Tree?"
Heroria's sudden mention of this term caught Messiah's attention.
Regarding the World Tree, before Messiah saw the one Taylin the Frost Fairy was holding, her understanding of this mysterious and ancient plant was only limited to "legends."
However, Heroria knew that she had a leaf of the World Tree just by touching it.
The Saintess did not answer her. She just held Messiah's hand tightly again. Messiah tried to break free, but found that the Saintess's strength was astonishing.
This strength was not the kind that made Messiah feel pain. Instead, it was as if time had frozen on Heroria's body.
Heroria had already closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was in a pitch-black "spiritual world."
A ball of light illuminated the surrounding darkness. Gradually, this ball of light turned into an animal that looked like an elk.
Heroria reached out her hand and stroked the animal's fur. Then, she turned around to look behind her.
It was an incredible scene. Golden threads of light converged on the elk's body from all around.
These balls of golden light represented the believers in the Holy City, or rather, the believers who admired her. These believers gathered into power and nourishment for the elk in front of Heroria.
This many believers was the result of Heroria's hundred years of hard work.
On Messiah's body, Heroria could also see a small ball of light. Apart from this small ball of light, there was also a ball of white light. Next to the ball of light was a pure white cat.
"Should I celebrate your awakening?" Heroria said softly.
Unfortunately, the cat ignored her. It yawned and scratched its chin with its claws. Then, it continued to lie on the ball of light and closed its eyes to sleep.
"You've been asleep for so long. Now … how many believers do you have left?"
Heroria's words caused the white cat lying on the ball of light to open its eyes slightly. At this moment, in the pitch-black space in front of Heroria, a large number of white balls of light appeared.
These balls of light gathered in this pitch-black space, looking like a twinkling starry sky.
"Impossible, it only took him a month …"
Although Heroria was fully prepared, she still showed a shocked expression at this moment.
"How … did you do it?"
Perhaps it was to answer Heroria's question, the surrounding pitch-black space gradually faded away. When she blinked again, the ball of light in front of her disappeared and was replaced by the interface of the spell casters' forum, along with a series of posts that kept refreshing.
"Lady Heroria, what's wrong?"
Misai kept calling out to Herolia. Herolia's expression had been blank since the beginning, and it had been like this for a whole minute.
"I'm … fine."
Heroria let go of Messiah's hand. Her connection to the Mana Net was instantly severed. She kept recalling the scene of the 'large number of white balls of light'.
She felt a sense of frustration, as if her efforts over the past hundred years were not as fruitful as the white cat's one afternoon nap with its eyes closed.
How did he do it? A contract with a demon?
"Messiah, I remember that you're protecting an elf. That elf is on the side of the Chaos Demon, right?" Heroria suddenly asked.
"Yes. That elf is … working for the Chaos Demon."
Messiah answered honestly about Taylin's identity in the Hearthstone Tavern. That Frost Elf was indeed living in the Hearthstone Tavern.
From the conversation between the Frost Elf and the Chaos Demon, it didn't seem like they were 'slaves' or 'servants'. They were more like 'companions'.
"What kind of work?"
"Singing … songs."
Myrcella took a moment to remember what the frost sprite had done in the tavern.
Aside from occasionally helping the tavern's attendants serve drinks, she spent most of her time playing the harp on the small stage in the tavern and singing songs that made people want to sleep.
But ever since the Hearthstone Tavern introduced the Crystal that could record songs, the Frost Elf rarely sang on the stage.
But Missey was sure that Taylin's duty under the command of the Chaos demon was to sing songs. Some of the songs were soothing enough to make people want to sleep, and some of the songs were so impassioned that they wanted to go to war.
No matter which one it was, Messiah could honestly say that it was comparable to a choir's work!
Of course … Messiah didn't dare to make such an evaluation in front of the leader of the choir, Saintess Heroria.
"So her job is basically the same as my choir?"
After listening to Messiah's description, Heroria could only think of the choir.
"There are some differences. The Chaos Demon recorded the Frost Elf's song in a Crystal called 'Record Records'. Anyone who pays a certain amount of money can buy these Record Records. With the Record Records, you can listen to her song anytime, anywhere. Also, there's a Voice of Noland on the Mana Net."
To demonstrate, Messiah opened the Voice of Noland on the Mana Net.
At this time, the Voice of Noland's morning news program had ended. The next program happened to be hosted by Frost Elf Taylin.
The Saintess held Messiah's hand again and connected to the Mana Net. Under Messiah's guidance, she opened the Voice of Noland's program.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I am Taylin. Today, I will continue the story of 'Aladdin'."
To be honest, Heroria didn't pay attention to what Taylin said. Her attention was completely focused on the 'Number of Listeners' at the bottom right corner of the Voice of Noland.
In the beginning, there were 1,427 people. In less than three minutes after the program started, the number had risen to 5,724 people, and it was still growing.
There was a festival in the Holy City called 'Radiant Light Festival'. In order to commemorate the birth of God, on this day, the choir would sing a hymn for the entire Holy City. However, due to the limited space in the Holy City's plaza, there were only a few listeners who could actually hear it.
Obviously … the number of listeners who were listening to the Voice of Noland was gradually approaching the number of pilgrims in the Radiant Light Festival.
"Lady Heroria … Regarding this elf's profession, I once heard that Chaos Demon give a definition."
Messiah felt that the Frost Elf could no longer be considered a 'wandering poet'. Her performance was also very different from those singers.
After all, in this world, any singer's performance could only be enjoyed by spending a lot of money in the theater. In Messiah's eyes, this was a luxury enjoyed by pedantic nobles.
The Saintess and the choir's singing were also 'treasures'.
However, the Frost Elf's singing was different. One only needed to spend a small amount of money or find time to wait in front of the Voice of Noland to enjoy her singing.
"What … definition?"
Heroria looked at the Voice of Noland's interface in a daze.
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