Divine Kingship

Chapter 625 Before Blasphemy
When Rand arrived at the vanilla tent.

I saw an old, scrawny elf being dragged out, and then I soon heard screams.

It seems he was executed for offending Vanilla; Vanilla has become quite ruthless these days.

Then, they entered the camp.

Rand could hear elves advising him: "No, no, Elder XX is a pillar of the state," and so on.

Vanilla, sitting in the main seat, listened impatiently to the advice.

This tent was set up temporarily, but its furnishings already possessed a certain intricacy characteristic of a patient race like the elves.

On the exquisite wooden chair sat Vanilla, her expression aloof and her demeanor noble, already possessing the air of an empress.

Vanilla dismissed these suggestions without taking them seriously.

She waved her hand to indicate that she understood the reasoning, but she was determined to do things her own way.

Vanilla's meaning is simple: in order to unify the fighting force and fight the royal court faction, she had to take relatively mild measures before, but now, the situation is completely different.

There are plenty of elves eyeing the spoils of victory, and Vanilla advises these old fogies to behave themselves, or all their previous efforts might have been for nothing.

Noticing Rand's arrival, Vanilla's eyes lit up, and she coughed lightly twice: "Ahem, I have something important to discuss, you may all leave now."

"But……"

"There are no 'buts'," Vanilla scoffed.

The elders and generals who had offered these words of advice said no more and left the tent.

Once the annoying flies left, Vanilla returned to her normal self from her tired and indifferent state.

Vanilla rose from her seat and bowed to Rand and Lysa: "Your Majesty, Lady Lysa."

Vanilla then didn't return to her seat, which already resembled a throne, but instead stood next to Rand and Lysa.

Vanilla did not want to offend Rand's authority in the slightest, because Rand's authority was something Vanilla, as a subject, wanted to uphold.

"So some elves are trying to get you to do something?" Rand was already aware of what had just happened.

"Yes, their desire for power has made them somewhat lose sight of themselves."

"When do you plan to ascend the throne and become Empress?" Rand asked. "If you encounter any difficulties, just tell me directly, and the Holy Domain forces will certainly help you."

"There aren't any difficulties, I have very high support among the elves right now. There are no problems with resources either, it's just... Your Majesty, I'm worried that I won't be a good empress and will let everyone down, and let you down." Vanilla said with some worry.

Honestly, such an expression on Vanilla's chubby, cute face looks rather incongruous.

At this moment, Lysa was also gazing at Vanilla.

Only Rand and Lysa came to the camp. Elsa had slipped away after returning here after dealing with the Divine Child.

She still hasn't come to terms with the fact that the pervert she's known all along is someone she used to revere and worship as a god.

This confusion was something she found hard to understand.

For Rand, who was not a native, this was merely "shock," not a collapse of his worldview.

Ryza thought the Elf Forest would be boring forever, but since the Elf race has produced a leader like Vanilla, Ryza feels that the Elf race is not a complete failure, and may even be considered a success.
“Just go for it. If you don’t do a good job, I’ll deduct from your performance bonus, but I’ll also cover for you. Don’t worry,” Rand said in the tone of a big boss.

Hearing that Rand would cover for her, Vanilla felt much more at ease.

Vanilla even seemed to be pushing her luck.

Vanilla opened her pure eyes wide, trying her best to appear pitiful.

She skipped up behind Rand, made a fist, and gently tapped Rand's shoulder with it.

"Could you send some officials to the Elf Forest to help? The current administrative methods of my elven officials are too outdated and inefficient, and I really can't stand them anymore."

Vanilla now has the air of a cunning jester.

"Trying to please me won't work. You'll have to change things yourself. I can only send a few representatives to do the work. If there were many humans here now, it might exacerbate the conflict between humans and elves, so don't get your hopes up too high," Rand laughed.

Vanilla's face fell.

The job of an empress is very difficult. It was difficult during the early stages of the war, and it is difficult now that we are about to reap the rewards of victory.

The interests and future of the elves depend on the Elf Queen.

Vanilla understood the difficulty, so she needed the help of the Sanctuary's staff. Compared to the old-fashioned political system of the Elven race, the staff of the Sanctuary were much more diligent and intelligent.

It seems His Majesty Rand doesn't intend to assign her many people.

Vanilla continued massaging Rand's back, but her brow was furrowed as she pondered her future work.

After a while, Vanilla's eyes lit up: "Then what about the future? My future policy will definitely be to try to get closer to the outside world, that is, humans. When trade, academic exchanges and even tourism develop, the elves' acceptance of humans will inevitably increase. At that time, will more people be able to help?"

“That depends on the situation,” Rand said with some helplessness. “Increased acceptance of humans and increased acceptance of human participation in internal politics are two different things.”

Vanilla's ears, which had been standing up a bit, drooped down again.

It is indeed difficult.

Vanilla stroked her chin. It seemed the primary task was to send people to the human world for further training, especially those elves who were qualified to inherit power. These elves were the first to be trained.

Just as Rand's church schools cultivated human nobles, those human nobles would naturally have a similar way of thinking as Rand.

When such a way of thinking brings them benefits and gives them an advantage in power struggles and other aspects of life, they will naturally be assimilated.

Vanilla doesn't necessarily want human staff to get involved in the politics of the Elven Forest, but she believes that if the Elven Forest can't truly put aside its prejudices with the Moon Kingdom, then it might really taste the bitter fruit of losing the World Tree's protection.

If one is willing to follow His Majesty Land's will, and even acknowledge that the Moon Kingdom and the Elf Forest are one, then His Majesty Land's protection will surely be more powerful than the World Tree.

After thinking for a while, Vanilla didn't try to get any more help. She then tried to massage Rand's shoulders before Rand prepared to leave.

"I also have things to do, so I won't bother you any longer. However, I should be staying in the Elf Forest for a while longer. If you have anything important to say, feel free to contact me. Goodbye." Rand cracked his neck. To be honest, the vanilla was pretty good, but unfortunately, his body was hard to feel physically tired, so he couldn't really enjoy the effects of a shoulder massage.

After Rand and Lysa left the vanilla tent for a while...

Lysa blinked her golden eyes.

"Is it finally time for our break?" Lysa's voice reached Rand's ears.

“Indeed, I should take a break. I’ve been very busy lately, but thankfully the results weren’t bad,” Rand chuckled.

Lysa's emerald green boots lightly tapped the floor as she followed closely behind Rand.

White hair flutters gently, like willow branches covered in snowflakes swaying in the winter breeze.

The Fairy Forest is undoubtedly a place favored by nature.

Actually, the area around the Golden World Tree is the core area.

When golden leaves cast their glow, the spring before the World Tree gurgles forth, its waters shimmering like condensed moonlight. Time and space become dreamlike.

It's as if time itself has been frozen here, eternal.

Now that the World Tree is gone and the land is ravaged, as long as you leave the core battle zone a distance away, you can still enjoy the dreamlike, elven-style scenery.

It's already summer.

The tall leaves of the trees will block the hot sunlight.

The dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves ripples across the earth like ripples on water.

Above the soil are leaves—withered yellow, emerald green, orange-red, indigo—countless colors of leaves transforming into the earth's beautiful garment.

Rand led Lysa through the woods to a small cabin.

"I had inquired before and found out that there was a cabin here that a forest ranger used to use. Of course, it is now abandoned, but it can be used to rest."

Lysa followed Rand to this wooden house, which, although abandoned, was not unsuitable for living.

Lysa flicked her fingers lightly, and the flimsy structure of the cabin was reinforced by the lush green branches. Inside the cabin, which had been devoid of furniture, beds and chairs made of soft branches appeared.

“What a convenient ability.” Rand rubbed his chin.

“You can try it too. My blessing to you also contains this power, but it may take some time to master it,” Lysa said with a smile.

"No rush." ​​Rand found a bed made of vines and lay down.

The cabin sits under a towering tree, and the air inside, which is fairly well-ventilated, is quite cool thanks to the shade of the tree and the shelter of the cabin.

Lysa also found a bed and lay down.

"How did you manage to stay in this world? Logically speaking, it's impossible for a god to come to this world." Rand was quite curious about how Lysa could defy common sense and stay in the mortal world.

“Because I’m smarter,” Lysa said with a light laugh. “Anyway, I’ve been careful. It’s really complicated to explain in detail, and I’ll have to wait until you have a better understanding of power before I can explain it. In short, it’s hard for other gods to do what I do. Of course, times have changed now, so we still need to be careful.”

“I have no problems.” Rand closed his eyes slightly.

Now I can finally take a break for a while.

Since learning that the Golden World Tree might be in trouble, Rand has been working overtime for a long time. Although he can hardly feel physical fatigue, he still needs rest to relieve mental exhaustion.

Moreover, Rand's body and soul do indeed need adjustment, since the power that changed the World Tree was emitted through Rand's body.

Lysa didn't seem to intend to disturb Rand's rest.

Having gone through so much, even though she is a deity, she still needs to rest for a while.

Lysa snuggled up to Rand and lay down.

Rand half-opened his eyes and glanced at Lysa.

Under the sunlight, Ryza's white hair appeared to be more of a moon white, and her long, moon white hair made her look like a goddess from a fantasy storybook.

Rand reached out and put his arm around Lysa's shoulder, then closed his eyes again.

Lysa closed her eyes with satisfaction.

Just as Ryza knew that Rand really needed rest, Rand also knew that Ryza probably needed rest as well.

By forcibly altering the life structure of the World Tree, the evil forces were purified, and the shockwave generated during the purification was used to destroy those evil creations while protecting the elves from harm.

Ryza actually did a lot of things in the world where the World Tree was destroyed.

Obviously, since Lysa was able to descend into this world, she couldn't possibly retain all the power of the gods, so rest was essential.

And since Rand also needed to rest, the two of them could rest together.

It's summer now, so the weather won't get too cold after sunset.

Rand never imagined that he would sleep for almost a week.

Rand hadn't expected that he would rest for such a long time.

Fortunately, the World Tree incident has come to an end, so taking a longer break won't have any negative impact.

Lysa, too, went from a state of stillness to one of liveliness.

“I used to lie like this when I had to endure boring times,” Lysa explained. “Now I don’t have to be bored anymore.”

Lysa's eyes swept over Rand's body.

After confirming that Rand was alright.

She then raised the jar in her hand and asked, "So, is it time for some entertainment now?"

Rand's eyelids twitched.

Although he has always had various doubts about Lysa's identity, at least in the past, Rand was still capable of harming Lysa.

but now……

Rand had heard about the past deeds of the Elf Goddess, and hearing about those great achievements, Rand couldn't help but feel admiration.

The great deity of ancient times, learned and powerful.

But this great, learned, and powerful god is Lysa.

She is indeed very good-looking, but if she were to actually do those things from the past, wouldn't that be blasphemy against the gods?

Okay, this seems even more exciting now.

Lysa gave a sly smile.

She was well aware of the impact her identity would have on Rand.

That would make things interesting, wouldn't it?

The noble gods were pinned down and humiliated by ordinary mortals.

Isn't this kind of drama much more interesting than the typical story of nobles bullying commoner girls?

Anyway, Ryza is very interested in this.

Meanwhile, Rand had already grasped Lysa's arm.

Rand grabbed Lysa's wrist and pulled her closer.

At this moment, Lysa's expression changed very quickly, becoming cold as ice and noble and unapproachable.

"You audacious mortal, what do you think you're doing!"

(End of this chapter)