Chapter 2: My Divine Envoy?
Blessed Land was too far from the river, and the village’s farmland had always relied on manual water-carrying for irrigation.
With a shortage of people in the village, even if they worked tirelessly all day, they could only irrigate a small patch of farmland. The road connecting the village to the outside world was also cut off by the boulders, meaning they could barely receive any grain throughout the year, and everyone was always hungry.
But once the irrigation ditch was open, things would obviously be different.
Early the next morning, the villagers saw the suddenly appearing wide and sturdy irrigation ditch.
Not only that, but the village also inexplicably had beautiful waterwheels and a tall mill, as well as a towering granary behind the mill, looking completely out of place in this dilapidated village; it didn’t seem like something a poor little mountain village would have.
In the air above the irrigation ditch, the large characters representing the miracle still floated, along with the golden light guiding Lance to the divine tower, illuminating the faces of everyone in the village.
Misa stood proudly before the fruits of his and his demonic creatures’ hard labor overnight, hands on his hips, looking at Lance, once again extending his invitation to the hero.
“Mr. Lance, these are all miracles bestowed upon you by the gods,” Misa said, “You must be eager to go to the divine tower!”
But Lance merely stood before the golden inscription, dazed for a moment, then turned around and carried out a whole set of strange tools from his house.
Misa wasn’t familiar with these objects, but even so, he recognized a few of them, such as… a hammer? A saw? An axe?
This didn’t look like a hero’s usual weapons!
Misa felt a bad premonition and chased after Lance, asking, “Mr. Lance, what are you doing?”
Lance: “…”
Lance silently moved a wooden ladder from beside the house to the wall of a dilapidated wooden house.
Misa couldn’t hide his anxiety, “You… you still don’t want to leave?”
Lance had already climbed onto the roof and raised his hammer.
Misa: “You…”
Lance diligently started repairing the roof.
Misa: “…”
Lance: “…”
Damn it! Let the world end! What kind of savior is this!!!
Misa decided to solve this once and for all.
He spent a lot of money buying blueprints for a beautiful village from the Empire’s best architect, had the succubi cast the strongest sleeping magic on the villagers, gathered his demonic army here, vowed to change Blessed Land overnight, and then began his angry work.
The project was too large, and it was difficult for ordinary demonic creatures to complete it alone, so even Misa himself joined the work.
As the Demon Lord whose fighting strength is second only to the hero in the setting, he possessed the most powerful magic in the world—but he never thought that one day he would use this magic to move sand and stones.
The work was tedious and annoying, but he was helpless and could only comfort himself again and again.
This is all to get the hero to the divine tower as soon as possible.
This is all so that he can return to the Heavens as soon as possible.
This sacrifice is worthwhile.
The hero will definitely be willing to go to the divine tower tomorrow.
Wuwuwu.
By the latter half of the night, Misa’s large-scale project had finally taken shape. The small village, which originally only had a few dilapidated houses, had been transformed into a beautiful and sturdy village.
Look at the beautiful road surface, wide enough for two carriages to travel side-by-side, not inferior to the main street of Celestial City.
Look at the beautiful roofs and sturdy walls of those houses; the giants could even sit leisurely on them without the roofs collapsing or the walls cracking. He thought that even his Demon Lord’s castle wasn’t built this sturdily. This was simply the greatest work of his life!
As for the interiors of these houses, he had specially brought designers from the royal city to make sketches. The interiors were dignified and elegant, yet suited the atmosphere of the small village of Blessed Land. Farming tools were conveniently placed within easy reach. He had also reserved perfect spaces for the villagers to raise chickens and cattle. This could be considered the most incredible village on the continent.
He thought that Lance couldn’t possibly find fault with it. The village was impeccable now; it only needed some minor repairs, and they still had half a night to perfect it.
Misa rolled up his sleeves, ready to throw himself back into the work with great enthusiasm.
But before Misa started working hard, he noticed some movement.
He looked back in horror at the small open space they had left for the sleeping villagers.
The succubi were trying hard to maintain the spell. The entire open space was shrouded in dark purple illusionary light. The unusual movement came from the hero half-leaning against a tree. He seemed to move his fingers, slightly propping himself up, and then his light golden eyelashes trembled slightly—
Oh no! The hero’s waking up!
This was a completely unexpected accident for Misa. He had originally thought that since the hero had been farming in the village for three years, even with his superior magic resistance growth curve, he would definitely not be able to resist the magic of so many succubi.
He hadn’t expected the hero to wake up, and he didn’t want to reveal his identity in front of the hero.
The succubi’s magic was rather peculiar; once the person under the spell realized it was just an illusion, the magic would fail. The hero would see goblins pushing stones while shouting slogans, giants raising their hammers, and centaurs transporting wood…
The so-called miracle was nothing but a deception by the demonic creatures, and he might never want to approach the divine tower again.
No, Misa felt that this was definitely a nightmare.
There’s no way out.
Misa decided to fight for his life!
While the hero wasn’t fully awake yet, Misa hastily put away his tail and pointed ears, then spread his proud, beautiful large wings, and cast the Demon Lord’s illusion on the hero.
He used the illusion to create dazzling holy light, hiding all the demonic creatures outside his illusion. He tried his best to make himself look holy and abstinent, like a decent person. He even buttoned up the two buttons at his collar, then put on the kind of smile he often saw on the goddesses’ faces, calmly and amiably speaking to the hero, saying, “Lan—”
Wait.
Misa keenly noticed something wrong.
In the Heavens, when the gods spoke, they had built-in echoes!
He couldn’t reveal his identity in this matter.
So Misa drew out the sound, creating an echo himself: “Lan—Lan—Lan—ce—”
Lance: “…”
Good, the hero didn’t speak; he seemed to believe it.
Misa decided to keep trying!
Misa: “I—am—the—Goddess’s—Divine—Envoy—”
Lance: “…”
Misa: “Spe—cially—sent—to—show—you—the—miracle—”
Lance: “…”
Misa: “Please—de—fi—nite—ly—go—to—”
Lance: “Misa?”
Misa: “…”
Lance: “…”
Misa’s smile cracked.
That’s not right.
There were still some differences between his appearance as a Demon Lord and his appearance as a human.
At that time, he deliberately changed his hair and eye color, changing his beautiful red hair to a plain dark brown. He also made his face rounder, his eyes bigger, and his appearance softer. Even the Shadow Knights at his gate said they couldn’t recognize him! How could Lance recognize him at a glance?
He must have just thought it looked somewhat similar but hadn’t fully confirmed it.
Misa decided to ignore Lance’s question and continue speaking.
Misa: “To—to—to—”
Lance frowned: “Misa.”
Misa tried his best to ignore him: “The—di—di—divine—tower—”
Lance: “…”
Misa’s efforts to ignore him seemed to have some effect. Lance seemed to have some doubts about his own perception; he frowned and stared at Misa’s face. The overly serious look made Misa inexplicably afraid. But the play had already gone this far; he could only continue to force it.
Misa: “The—God—dess’s—divine—call—”
Lance: “What’s your name?”
Misa: “…”
No, would a hero usually ask a Divine Envoy this kind of question?
Lance raised an eyebrow: “Divine Envoys always have names, right?”
Misa: “…”
How come he hadn’t noticed the hero being so eloquent during the day!
Misa had no choice.
Misa could only make it up.
According to his understanding of the Hero King System, every hero would be paired with a Divine Envoy, and this Divine Envoy, like him, was a worker from the Heavens, but the Divine Envoy was sleeping in the divine tower; as long as the hero hadn’t successfully sensed the divine call, the Divine Envoy wouldn’t wake up.
In other words, this Divine Envoy had been asleep for three years.
Misa tried his best to recall his employee handbook. If he remembered correctly, the Divine Envoy’s name should be… uh…
Misa: “My… my… uh, the name of the God cannot be spoken casually; you will know My name later.”
Damn it, how could he have forgotten to memorize the Divine Envoy’s name!
He was so nervous that he even forgot to add a manual echo to himself, but Lance didn’t pay attention to this. He just silently recited Misa’s words a few times, then nodded and said, “I remember.”
Misa: “…”
He! Remembered!
He finally remembered!
After so many days! The hero finally remembered what he said!
Misa almost couldn’t suppress the immense joy in his heart. But in his extreme surprise, he finally remembered another very important thing.
His face didn’t resemble that of the Divine Envoy. He had to find a way to cover this up.
Misa cleared his throat again and said, “I will appear in human form and wait for you at the divine tower.”
Lance: “Okay.”
Misa searched his meager lines for suitable words: “My human form will be different from My true appearance, but O Savior Hero, remember—”
Misa forcefully lengthened his tone, frantically making it up in his mind. In the end, he could only think of one sentence.
“I am willing to sacrifice everything for you.” Misa said each word earnestly, “You are the sword of the gods, and I am your lamp in the mist.”
The succubi were already beckoning to Misa, indicating that their stronger, ultra-strong sleeping spell was ready.
So Misa gave Lance a final smile, slowly leaned down from mid-air in front of the hero, and put his hand on the hero’s cheek.
Misa was worried that this strange hero would dodge, but this time, Lance didn’t move. He just frowned slightly, still keeping his gaze on Misa’s face.
“Sleep, hero,” Misa whispered softly, “I will wait at the divine tower until you arrive.”
The hero finally fell asleep again.
Misa breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt that he had used up all the culture of his life just to make up these few lines. He was too tired; he didn’t want to do it again.
He raised his head and looked at the succubi whose spell had failed. Before he could ask what had gone wrong, the succubi had collectively applauded.
“Great job!” the succubi praised earnestly, “Your acting was amazing, my lord!”
Misa proudly puffed out his chest.
Of course!
He thought he was great too!