Messiah's performance barely won the applause of the audience.
Some of the audience that Josiah invited were nobles that the Knight Of The White Thorn knew. These nobles had a much stricter appreciation of art than the commoners.
The reason why they applauded Messiah was because of Messiah's voice. Even a layman like Josiah could tell that Messiah's singing was out of tune a few times.
"Miss Messiah's final vote is 2370, the highest so far. Miss Messiah, what do you want to say to the more than 2,000 people who support you?"
Taylin walked to the stage and handed a crystal microphone engraved with "Strong Voice" to Messiah.
Messiah had just finished singing. Her cheeks were still a little red. After she calmed herself down, she said "Thank you" coldly and walked off the stage.
Messiah, who was forced to participate in this competition, was obviously not here to win. She certainly did not care about the audience's opinion.
However, Messiah's cold attitude unexpectedly increased the number of votes for her by more than 200.
"Beauty is also one of a woman's weapons," Josiah said in a low voice.
"Unfortunately, this weapon is useless against a man who already has a lover," Carolee retorted.
Facing the ridicule from the Flower of Falosi, Josiah shrugged and did not answer. The third contestant came to the stage.
The world singer competition was also carried out in an orderly manner.
Unfortunately, the remaining contestants were not as lucky as the Knight Of The White Thorn.
"Even if the commoners were given a sword, they would not be able to kill any demons on the battlefield."
Vulture sat in the audience and yawned in boredom. Although the performances of the audience on the stage were passable, Vulture was a little sleepy.
He was about to take a nap and ask Bishop Dalco to wake him up when it was the Saintess' turn …
Vulture's sleepiness was awakened by a suffocating aura of death.
"Impossible …"
Vulture exclaimed as he stood up. He looked around, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
"Vulture, your aura is in disorder. What happened?"
Bishop Dalco reminded the commander to remain calm. At the same time, he was puzzled as to why the experienced commander would be so frightened.
"Bishop Darko, my senses are very sensitive to the undead." Vulture slumped into his seat, looking around as if he had seen a wild Godzilla descend upon the venue.
No … if it was a dragon, Vulture was confident that it could escape from such a powerful creature.
"I know," said Bishop Darko.
"Since the start of the performance, there have been fifteen daytime demonesses wandering around the theater. Although these demonesses are dangerous, they are not malicious. Most importantly, these demonesses are unable to harm the Saintess at all."
Vulture's voice was filled with uncontrollable nervousness. His back was completely drenched in cold sweat.
Ordinary undead were unable to harm the Saintess, Heroria, who was protected by the holy light. Moreover, the outstanding knight, Messiah, was protecting the Saintess closely.
Vulture was able to sit in the audience and enjoy the competition. But just now … Vulture sensed a … terrifying aura behind the stage.
This aura of death far surpassed all the undead that Vulture had encountered. It was as dense as a vast ocean.
It was an undead comparable to Sage Noland! It might even … be stronger than Sage Noland.
"That Chaos Demon doesn't have a contestant who can defeat the Saintess, so he used such a despicable method?"
After hearing Vulture's description, Bishop Dalco angrily stood up with his walking stick and wanted to save the Saintess.
But in the next second, Saintess Heroria walked out from behind the stage unscathed.
The Saintess's attire was very simple. Her clothes were far inferior to Messiah's white dress.
The Saintess's appearance seemed to have changed. Her facial features were slightly similar, allowing Bishop Dalco to recognize that she was Saintess Heroria.
Other than that, she looked like an ordinary girl next door.
"Saintess … Are you alright?"
Bishop Dalco didn't know why the Saintess did this, but he heaved a sigh of relief. Still, he stubbornly walked onto the stage.
He didn't trust that Chaos Demon …
That Chaos Devil was using this singing competition to declare war on the Kingdom of Saint. On the battlefield dominated by the Chaos Devil, he definitely had a reason to set up some traps or use some despicable means against the Saintess' performance.
For example, there was no accompaniment, or the accompaniment was completely wrong.
Bishop Dalco couldn't accept a group of amateurs performing the Saintess' song!
"My name is Lia. I come from the Country of Saint."
Heroria introduced herself to everyone.
"The Country of Saint. Miss Lia, do you know that the people of Noland don't have a good impression of the Country of Saint?"
It wasn't Josiah who asked this question, but Carolee.
After experiencing the Blackwood Forest Fire incident, the Flower of Falosi thoroughly hated the Country of Saint.
This hatred naturally spread to the ordinary people of the Country of Saint.
It was a pity that Carolee couldn't use bow and arrows to protect her home and take revenge on her enemies like the Blackwood Elves.
But Carolee knew that she had another weapon, which was her charm and words as the Flower of Falosi.
This was also the weapon that Josiah wielded.
After Carolee's question, many posts appeared on the spellcaster forum that questioned her.
The Blackwood Forest Fire incident that had been silent for a long time in Noland was once again dug up by people with ulterior motives.
"Miss … Miss Carolee … I … I didn't know about this …"
Heroria's tone sounded a little fearful, as if she was an ignorant commoner living in the Country of Saint.
"Is that so?"
Carolee saw how 'fearful' Heroria was and didn't continue to make things difficult for her.
Otherwise, outsiders would think that Carolee, a famous actress, was purposely making things difficult for a newcomer.
Carolee knew that this would affect her reputation.
"Miss Lia … Am I right?" Josh did not expose the act of the person in front of him. Instead, he began to play along with her.
"Yes."
She nodded, and the smile on her face made people feel very close.
At this moment, she was no longer the high and mighty Saintess of the holy city, but a very ordinary girl, the kind of girl next door that anyone could see when they went out to buy a bouquet of flowers or a bottle of milk.
Such a persona suited the theme of the world's singer very well.
Of course, she answered all the questions that Josiah asked her with her fabricated identity. When the answers were over, it was finally time for her official performance.
Heroria gestured to the stage, gesturing for Bishop Darko to calm down. Then, she held the microphone that Taylin handed to her and began to sing as an ordinary commoner.
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