After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

They did make preparations for the appearance of [Light], and even prepared for what to do if Light really was the gentle, maternal woman they had jokingly mentioned back then—but they really weren't prepared for [Light] to look like Teresa, were they?

A closer look reveals that if both women close their eyes and wear the same clothes, even Yang Hao could only barely distinguish between Teresa and [Light] based on their bust size, let alone Fen, who was already feeling dizzy...

No one knew what to do... Just as everyone fell silent, [Light] coughed twice first:

"Ahem... I know you all probably have a lot of questions for me... but, let me introduce myself first?"

She spoke in a voice almost identical to Teresa's, but her tone was much gentler than Teresa's, more like a kind older sister or mother than a haughty young girl like Teresa.

"I am [Light] - a concept god born from the concept of [Light]. As you can see, my current image is highly similar to that of Teresa. One of the reasons is that believers imagine me as her image... Sigh, the child who used to lie in bed unable to sleep and ask me to tell her stories has now become so capable. This really makes me feel gratified."

Did you accidentally say something terrible? Yang Hao and Fen gave the blushing, silent nun a strange look, and finally came to a conclusion: It seems that the "Light" knows all of Teresa's dark past...

Seeing the child so ashamed and indignant, [Light] was naturally even more pleased. She reached out and hugged Teresa, gently patting the little nun's back, and then softly comforted her in her ear:

“You’ve done very well. My child who never grew up. I won’t ask you to give the power back to me, after all, you earned it. You also don’t need to believe in me forever, since you’ve already achieved a happier life through your own efforts—you can support yourself now. So what you do next is your own business.”

"...Ahem, stop being so fussy... Don't put on that motherly act in front of them, the kind you only do during divine revelations..." The little nun, held in [Light]'s arms, struggled for a moment before helplessly pouting, letting Yang Hao and the others see her resigned state: "Besides, it's one thing for the believers to mistake my image for yours, but why the hell are you more...ahem, and your eyes are black too?!"

"Heh, because this is how the believers imagine me, which is enough to prove your status in their hearts, Theresa... As for your eyes? That's because my power is not yet complete. My power has been taken away for far too long, and naturally, my eyes have become dim and deep due to the lack of power... But power is not necessary for me."

"And then you almost died because you didn't have any [divine power]? Do you know how much effort I had to put in to get you back up? At least show me some respect for [power]!"

"hehe."

Theresa was like a spoiled, mischievous girl throwing a tantrum, while [Light] gently accepted her daughter like a mother. Yang Hao and the others naturally felt a sense of harmony upon seeing this, but now did not seem to be the time for a heart-to-heart talk between mother and daughter.

After successfully rescuing [Light], Theresa and [Light] had plenty of time to chat and have heart-to-heart talks—but for Yang Hao and the others, they needed to learn more about [Light]'s actual situation to make plans for their own country.

So no matter how harmonious and friendly Teresa's interactions with [Light] were, Yang Hao still had to cough twice to calm them down a bit...

Faced with Yang Hao's feigned cough, [Light] simply smiled and tilted his head, saying, "I've been watching you for a long time too." Then, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he began to explain everything he knew and everything the United Nations would have to face.

For example, Constantine XII and his cataphracts did indeed send the powerful being known as the "Dominator Demon" back to Purgatory, but the powerful demon was not completely killed and could return at any time. Having learned from the painful lessons of Constantine XII's own failure, this powerful demon would undoubtedly become even more troublesome.

"The Dominator Demon is the most powerful Titan Demon I have ever seen in my existence. It has the ability to [dominate] others, and can even [dominate] everything on the earth—however, this kind of demon cannot dominate strong people with firm wills, so in a sense, even the current continent of Elusia has the possibility of defeating it, and it has already been defeated twice in this world."

"Twice?" Yang Hao was taken aback. Looking at the [Light] in front of him, he gently patted Theresa's hand to help her relax a little, and then quickly asked, "Were those two times... related to Constantine XII?"

"correct."

[Light] nodded, stretched out his hand, and used his divine power to draw a beautiful and primitive scroll in the air. The scroll depicted Constantine XII leading his armored knights in battle against a demon with a human face, a centipede body, eagle wings, and a dragon tail.

"The first time was when the [Demonic Plague] had just descended upon the northern part of the continent of Elusia—at that time, Constantine XII led his knights to personally cover the migration of the people from the northern strongholds to the south. When faced with the invasion of the Dominator Demon, he led his knights in a bloody battle against the Dominator Demon for two days and two nights, finally managing to severely wound the Dominator Demon. With the help of priests, half of his army was able to survive..."

The second time was in Constantinople, after the demons learned their tactics against my priests, in the final battle against the demon-ruling ruler. The outcome is well-known... Unfortunately, at that time, I was betrayed by a mortal and had no strength left to help that king.

At this point, [Light] couldn't help but sigh twice. It's unclear whether she was sighing for Constantine XII or for the mortals who betrayed her at the time; in any case, [Light] had no intention of shirking her responsibility, nor did she intend to denigrate or exaggerate the achievements of her predecessors.

She was simply stating the facts and giving Yang Hao an important piece of information: that the Demon Lord would be a formidable enemy that would return with a vengeance during the next demonic invasion.

Yang Hao wasn't entirely clear on the concept of "Domination." However, he could surmise that it might require the help of the Kingdom of Eden... After all, the Kingdom of Eden was currently the only technologically advanced nation that hadn't experienced any technological stagnation. With Elena's help, perhaps even the Demon of Domination wouldn't be a match for them?

He dared not underestimate the powerful enemy that lay ahead, but at least he could prepare himself.

...The valuable information that [Light] knows is not limited to [Dominating Demons].

She also knows a great deal, a great deal, a great deal. For the sake of a conceptual god's resume, she knows almost everything that happens on the continent of Elusia.

From the great calamity of ice in the north to the small details of how women might still give birth due to changes in the era, and even the names of every baby born on the continent of Elusia.

For example, the Northern [Ice Calamity], as a Titan demon, isn't actually that powerful in its physical form. Its greatest threat lies in the perpetual cold surrounding it and the destruction it causes to the earth. If the war machines that were impervious to the cold, like those of Bayrzans back then, were created, perhaps the modern-day Elusians might have a chance to fight it.

For example, the true name of the "God of Light" is Constantine, a human usurper who is now trying to ascend to a higher level through the concept of "corpses".

For example, Yang Hao... is the only person in [Guangming] who knows almost nothing about his past and background.

"If I know almost everything about the causes and consequences of the [Cataclysm of Ice] and the [God of Light], then I really know almost nothing about Mr. Yang Hao's situation before he came to this world."

[Guangming] smiled and shook his head, then reached out and gently stroked Yang Hao's forehead:

“But I will not make any judgments about your past. I only know that you are now an Elusian, the husband of my child, and someone who bears the weight of life and death for this continent... I will not force you to fulfill your responsibilities because of your worth, but I will at least implore you, for Theresa's sake... at least do not betray her trust in you.”

“That’s natural. But more than that… is your understanding of me limited to what happened after I came into this world?”

"Yes."

"Don't you know about a being called Gaia?"

Yang Hao's question left Guangming silent for a long time.

After a moment, she simply shook her head and said that there were many gods named Gaia, but she didn't know which one Yang Hao was referring to.

A brief silence then fell over the lounge. Yang Hao sorted through the intelligence provided by [Light], and through this process, he summarized the following key points:

1. The technology to deal with the demons that dominate must be put on the agenda.

2. As for the Ice Calamity, a Titan demon whose true strength is relatively weak, perhaps I should consider having Arthur and his students improve the war machines of the former Bayern Empire. They must eliminate the Ice Calamity before the demonic calamity appears, otherwise my strategic deployment might be unexpectedly disrupted by its existence...

3. The true name of the God of Light is Constantine, and he is now going further and further down the path of God with the corpse as the core... But doesn't this mean that he is going to abandon all the believers of the God of Light?

Yang Hao fell into deep thought. And just then, something suddenly occurred to him...

"That, [Light]—"

"Please call me Lalumia. That's the name I used to have when I was a human and walked around the city."

[Light]... Or perhaps it's that Lalumia smiled and stroked Yang Hao's forehead, forgiving his impolite address with her magnanimous heart, which made Fen's face turn pale and red at the same time.

"So, my child? Do you have any further questions?"

Yang Hao remained silent for a long time before nodding.

"What I want to ask is... if you were able to regain your power, would you have the ability to kill the God of Light?"

His question silenced Lalumia once more. But it was a necessary question—after all, Yang Hao could not allow the God of Light to continue to run rampant within the Roman Empire. To deal with the demonic calamity, even if Yang Hao only assisted Isugard in splitting the Roman Empire with the Hutto Khanate, he still could not allow a troublemaking god to cause chaos in the rear of his country.

Therefore, killing the God of Light directly was the best solution he could think of—as for the impact the God of Light's death would have on his followers, that was not something Yang Hao and Theresa needed to consider.

However, it was still too difficult for the United Nations to fight the God of Light alone. Therefore, Yang Hao desperately hoped that Lalumia could join the battle... And just as Yang Hao and the others were anxiously waiting for Lalumia's answer, he heard the woman in front of him let out a soft laugh:

“Sure.” Lalumia tilted her head, withdrew her hand from Yang Hao’s forehead, picked up the teacup on the table, and sipped the warm black tea inside. “As long as I can reclaim my Heaven and my source of power, killing Constantine won’t be a problem—the only problem is that, right now, it’s still too…difficult for the United Nations to directly confront the God of Light.”

Is it because you don't have enough strength?

"Yes. The United Nations is weak. Even killing me now would require you to suffer heavy casualties, let alone Constantine who still possesses power and the Kingdom of Heaven."

Lalumia gently gathered more divine power in her hand than Theresa. This was an amount that Theresa could not achieve even with all her might—silver-white light filled the entire lounge, and the warm, gentle touch made everyone look at each other in bewilderment, yet also feel relaxed.

But they knew very well that if Lalumia wanted to, using that warm silver light to kill people wouldn't be a big deal... Moreover, Lalumia was just a god who was currently weak and could be killed by mortals at any time.

The current God of Light is far more powerful than Larumia... so what should we do?

Yang Hao's question made Lalumia shake her head: she herself was not a god skilled in strategy, so the only response she could give was to act cautiously and wait for the day when the Roman Empire gradually collapsed before waging war against the Church of Light.

Since Lalumia had no objection to going to war with the Church of Light, Yang Hao and the others naturally decided to put the matter aside for the time being...

Considering that a lot of time had passed, they decided to continue talking with Lalumia for a while longer, and then end their day's work once the new guest rooms were ready. But it was at this moment that Lalumia smiled and said that if it weren't for the various policies implemented by Yang Hao when he was the regent of the Roman Empire, perhaps her child, Theresa, would have died from an illness.

Yang Hao and Fen had never heard about this from Teresa, so they immediately asked Lalumia what had happened. They also quickly hugged the little nun and stroked her hair, which she was trying to hide, with a rather reproachful expression.

When asked by Yang Hao, Lalumia simply took another sip of tea before remarking:

"That was about four years ago, wasn't it? At that time, the doctors from the Red Cross you founded, Mr. Yang Hao, were conducting free medical activities in the village of Shkur... and it was around that time that Teresa caught the flu, but the little money she had left was simply not enough to satisfy the appetites of those noble doctors..."

At that time, she was the only believer I had left, and I had no power whatsoever; even maintaining my own consciousness was extremely difficult. I couldn't help her get rid of her illness, and my child stubbornly refused to sell the only valuable thing I owned—my crystal statue—to raise money for her treatment.

She waited and waited in the church—just as she lay dying, trembling like a kitten, your Red Cross doctors happened to come by for their rounds... If it weren't for the care and treatment those doctors gave Theresa, you might not be seeing her now at all.

Lalumia sighed, as if recounting a completely unrelated past event—but Yang Hao felt a sense of dread upon hearing this.

He knew all too well how dangerous the flu was for the people of this world. The Red Cross, which he founded, naturally had a responsibility to prevent plagues and flu, but he never imagined that the Red Cross would, by a twist of fate, save the life of this woman who would later become incredibly important to him...

...

Thinking back, it seems that Teresa mentioned this when she first met him, didn't she?

She was very grateful to the Red Cross I founded... Is that why?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Yang Hao asked helplessly, tugging at Theresa's cheek. "At least let me know what happened, right?"

"...Waaah?! It's because I told you...you worried when I told you! That's why I didn't want to tell you...even though so much time has passed..."

"Be honest, Teresa."

"So why are you even leaning over here, you cutting board?! Don't pull my face! Let go of me!"

The three bickered and argued, but eventually relaxed under Lalumia's loving gaze.

That was the moment Teresa angrily broke free from Yang Hao's embrace.

Lalumia smiled and said:

"So... everything you did wasn't in vain, was it?"

Faced with Lalumia's sudden words, Yang Hao simply responded with "...Eh?"

"Although you suffered countless betrayals and pain... everything you did was not in vain and ultimately destroyed for you at the time. They had meaning."

She squinted and gently placed her hand on the table. Then, under the power of the god, the table became transparent and illusory, and eventually, even physical matter could pass through its illusory image—this seemed to be a strange divine magic possessed only by the gods.

"Just like the table between us now—it was useful in the past, it could support objects, and now that I've made it illusory, it doesn't mean it's useless."

God smiled as he walked across the table and finally stood before Yang Hao, bowing slightly.

"It once served as a tea set and fulfilled its purpose. Your Red Cross saved countless lives at that time, including Teresa's—they all fulfilled their value at the time, bringing countless hopes and light to the world... Although they have now been destroyed or become unrecognizable, it is certain that they truly became synonymous with hope for people at that time."

Then, the smile on God's face subtly transformed into an even gentler smile.

Under Yang Hao's somewhat astonished gaze, she opened her arms and hugged him tightly.

"So my child... even if the Romans deny everything you've done, that's fine. As the concept of the God of Light... I owe you recognition, and even more so, I owe you gratitude."

Back then, even though I knew everything you had gone through, all I could do was prepare Teresa to welcome you... Now, at least I can touch your hair and tell you that everything had meaning.

I support what you've done, just as Teresa supported you, my child.

Lalumia gently stroked Yang Hao's forehead. The shocking truth she spoke made Teresa blush and purse her lips, forcing the little nun to turn her head away and pretend she hadn't seen what was happening, driven by her inner shame.

Of course, Theresa didn't forget to turn Finn's pale head away as well—after all, what had just happened was too much for the little elf. The elf had wondered more than once why there wasn't a single person of her size around her. Continuing like this was too cruel for her, so let's quickly turn our heads and look at the scenery together!

What about the man who was being held in Lalumia's arms, feeling her warmth and softness?

He remained silent for a long time, pondering in astonishment for a while before finally connecting what Lalumia had just said with the incident of Theresa welcoming him in the past.

...He suddenly understood why Theresa had gone to the deserted village of Shkur, why she had such a strong liking for him, and why she was willing to trust and accept him...

...It turns out that the mastermind behind all of this was none other than [Light], who was already so weak at the time that even maintaining self-awareness was incredibly difficult.