Chapter 73: The Forgotten Divine Envoy
Misha’s mood was complex.
Ever since meeting the Hero, he often had these strange moments. Every time, it was because the Hero did something weird, and when Misha tried to correct or refute it, he found he couldn’t.
Misha could only take a deep breath, pretend nothing had happened, and turn around to welcome the High Priest of the human Church.
This time, among the many knights, he finally saw the figure that most resembled the High Priest.
It was a young man in luxurious robes, frowning slightly as he looked at the abnormal distortion of magic in the sky not far away. There was an indescribable worry in his cool-colored eyes.
Misha couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on the High Priest’s face.
Even in the Elven race, where everyone was a beauty, the High Priest’s appearance was not inferior to the elves at all. Not only that, Misha felt the High Priest seemed to have a certain feeling and charm that the elves lacked. It was as if… his whole being radiated his piety and holiness toward the gods. That feeling was truly different from the elves who guarded the Holy Land for money.
Misha finally understood where Ismael and Sylvia’s reverence for the High Priest came from. Aside from the two of them, the entire Knights Order seemed to be filled with respect for the High Priest. As the High Priest walked up to them surrounded by the knights, before he could even speak, Ismael bowed respectfully and said, “Your Holiness, please allow me to introduce the Hero chosen by the gods to save the world.”
He introduced Lance. Lance then bowed slightly to the High Priest following Ismael’s lead, then raised his head, his gaze never leaving the High Priest.
Misha felt it was a bit weird.
He rarely saw Lance stare at a person like that.
True, the elves’ appearance was also outstanding; that elf priest was quite beautiful, and although Zebulun’s dark purple skin as a dark elf looked a bit unhealthy, Misha felt Zebulun was even more beautiful than this High Priest. Yet Lance had never stared at Zebulun with such a gaze.
Misha felt a little uncomfortable inside. He thought it must be because Lance’s gaze was too impolite. Who stares at someone they’re meeting for the first time like that?
Hmm, it could also be because he felt the High Priest was an outsider. If Lance stared at Zebulun like that, he definitely wouldn’t feel strange…
Wouldn’t feel…
Damn it, he would still feel very strange!
Misha felt he shouldn’t think this way.
Yes, the High Priest was beautiful, and Zebulun was beautiful too. With such great beauties around, he would want to stare at them too. He could understand Lance’s reaction; it was just human nature, nothing to fuss about.
But he just felt uncomfortable.
It wasn’t just that he found the Hero’s reaction weird anymore.
He was unhappy.
Beautiful people were everywhere; there were so many in the Elf Clan. Why was the Hero staring at the High Priest constantly!
But the High Priest was right here; Misha absolutely could not voice his inner thoughts.
He could only frown in silence, letting this somewhat awkward atmosphere pause, until he heard Lance speak up, calling out: “This… High Priest.”
Misha: “…”
The High Priest looked at Lance with some confusion.
Lance: “You look… too much like a mage.”
High Priest: “What?”
Misha: “…”
Damn it, how are his pick-up skills this bad?
Of course the High Priest is a mage. They had talked about the High Priest’s Art of Insight for so long just now; Lance clearly popped out this sentence deliberately at this moment!
Wait.
Something seemed wrong.
Misha quickly turned his head and saw a trace of confusion on everyone’s faces—including the Hero’s.
The Hero wasn’t hitting on him.
He seemed to genuinely feel a bit confused.
Misha: “…”
Misha suddenly understood the meaning of the Hero’s sentence.
He doesn’t still remember the thing about the High Priest being a boxing champion, does he?!
No! That absolutely cannot happen! Under no circumstances can he say that directly to the High Priest!
Fortunately, Lance was somewhat tactful, only saying, “I originally thought you looked… like you shouldn’t resemble a mage so much.”
The High Priest was even more bewildered: “…What?”
Misha hurriedly spoke up, interrupting their conversation.
“Lord Lance means that you look like a very powerful Archmage!” Misha continued in one breath, “Your magic will definitely bring a terrific turning point to this matter!”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “Knight Samuel told me about your Art of Insight! It will definitely reveal the truth of this incident for us!”
Lance: “…”
After saying these words, Misha couldn’t care about anything else and quickly turned his head to glare fiercely at Lance.
Lance wisely shut his mouth.
He remained silent and even nodded in cooperation with Misha, indicating that was indeed what he thought. He had raised that strange question simply because his “expression skills” weren’t quite up to par.
The High Priest turned his head curiously, looked at Ismael, and asked, “This is…”
Ismael cleared his throat and said, “This is Divine Envoy Misha.”
Misha forced a smile at the High Priest.
Ismael: “One of the two Divine Envoys from the oracle.”
The High Priest seemed to understand.
He nodded, but couldn’t help asking, “Is he the Divine Envoy who came first, or the one who came later?”
Misha: “…”
Wait, why does that sentence sound so weird?
Ismael answered him: “He is the Divine Envoy my brother Samuel wrote to tell us about.”
Misha: “…”
No, if it involves Samuel, it must be even weirder!
The High Priest’s face, originally full of worry, finally showed a trace of a gentle smile. He nodded slightly at Misha and said, “I know.”
Ismael couldn’t help but smile along with him, emphasizing to Misha: “Divine Envoy Misha, the High Priest likes your story very much.”
Misha: “…Our story?”
It hadn’t been long since he forced the Hero to embark on the adventure, and for the vast majority of that time, the Hero had been neglecting his proper duties. That meant their adventure had no stories worth telling outsiders. Under these circumstances, what story about them could the High Priest possibly know?
Ismael said, “Samuel once wrote to me saying that when the Hero fell into the volcano, you jumped down to save him without regard for your own safety.”
Misha: “…”
Right, that was the only “proper business” the Hero had done in his adventure career.
Aside from that, the Hero obviously had no stories worth mentioning to outsiders.
The smile on the High Priest’s face became even gentler. He seemed to highly praise Misha’s act of disregarding his own safety to save the Hero. That gaze made Misha blush uncontrollably.
He felt he didn’t deserve such praise from the High Priest. After all, when he jumped into the volcano to save the Hero, what he was thinking was clearly… If this Hero dies, I’ll have to wait many more years before I can return to the Divine Realm.
Misha scratched his head, feeling somewhat at a loss, when Ismael suddenly added the second half of the sentence.
“This sincere emotion moved the High Priest very much,” Ismael said. “In this world, true love indeed can conquer all perils. This is also what the Goddess once taught us.”
Misha: “…”
Ismael turned his head to look at the High Priest beside him.
The High Priest maintained that smile and said, “The Goddess once said that people who love each other can repel all suffering in the world.”
Misha: “…………”
So Samuel had already spread his misunderstanding to the Church and all the way to the High Priest?!
Misha’s smile stiffened.
He couldn’t care about so-called etiquette anymore; he practically wanted to speak up and accuse him directly, asking: “Commander Ismael, wasn’t that… a letter written to you?”
Ismael nodded: “A letter written to me is naturally a letter written to His Holiness the High Priest.”
Misha: “…”
Ismael: “I have dedicated my everything to the Church, and that naturally includes my letters.”
Misha: “…”
Misha couldn’t smile anymore.
He nodded in a trance, not wanting to resist, only clinging stubbornly to his final thought in his heart.
Wait until we get to the Royal Capital. I will resume my identity as the Demon King and leave the Hero’s side.
From then on, I am the Great Demon King Se… something-th. Who is Divine Envoy Misha? I don’t know him. The feelings between Divine Envoy Misha and the Hero? What does that have to do with me!
The High Priest slowly raised his head again, looking at the sky full of anomalies inside the Holy Land.
“I have already obtained the Goddess’s permission,” the High Priest said softly. “Hearing that the Hero and the two Divine Envoys are here, she specifically sent down an oracle requesting the assistance of the three of you.”
Lance actually nodded without hesitation, saying, “This is my duty.”
Misha: “…”
Misha was zoning out.
“I have already sensed the extent of the damage inside the Holy Land from the Goddess’s oracle,” the High Priest sighed. “The person who committed such an evil deed shouldn’t be staying here for too long.”
Ismael told him about the Hero’s preliminary investigation and judgment. They all believed the culprit had already fled this place.
The High Priest became increasingly worried: “If he has already left, then my Art of Insight won’t be of any use.”
Lance actively offered advice: “Maybe we can see the trail of his escape.”
High Priest: “…”
A moment later, the worry-filled High Priest nodded.
“Let’s go into the Holy Land and take a look first,” the High Priest said. “I need to understand the situation at the scene and sense the magic attached to the Gate to Another World.”
Ismael asked the elf priest to unlock the barrier outside the Holy Land for them. The High Priest looked around and said slowly, “Although the Goddess allowed us to enter the Holy Land, she also said that the identities of those entering should be restricted.”
Lance nodded in full agreement.
Misha was still zoning out.
“On the way here, I thought carefully about this matter.” The High Priest looked at Lance and Misha. “This time, let the Hero, the two Divine Envoys, Ismael, and myself enter the Holy Land.”
Lance certainly wouldn’t have any objections.
The elf priest had already lifted the Holy Land’s barrier for them. Ismael walked back and asked, “Your Holiness, shall we leave now?”
The High Priest nodded: “Let’s go.”
He took the lead, stepping into the Holy Land. Lance tugged at the dazed Misha, making him move along with them. The group walked toward the depths of the Holy Land. Once they entered, the elf priest resealed the barrier behind them—
Misha suddenly snapped back to reality.
He grabbed the sleeve of the Hero closest to him to stop everyone from going deeper into the Holy Land, hurriedly calling out to the High Priest and Ismael walking in front.
“Wait!” Misha spoke nervously. “Something’s wrong. Don’t you think something’s wrong?”
The other three stopped and looked at him in confusion.
Misha: “Two Divine Envoys, the Hero, Commander Ismael, and the High Priest. Isn’t that five people?”
Lance: “…”
Ismael: “…”
Misha emphasized: “Two Divine Envoys.”
Lance: “…”
Ismael: “…”
High Priest: “Mm…”
Everyone fell into silence.
They seemed to have understood what Misha meant, but the result was too awkward. For a moment, it seemed no one planned to speak.
Misha had to swallow his saliva and state the somewhat awkward and hurtful conclusion: “Then… where is Arlo?”
How did they forget Arlo again!
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