Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Only when she saw the holy city of Lúnza that she had longed for did a little light return to Zinola's eyes.

This trip to another dimension was supposed to be fun, but unexpectedly, it turned into a plunge from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye.

Just as she was about to fall into the abyss, an incredible human girl grabbed her hand.

"Well!"

Chinara suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking at her bloodied feet with heartache; her delicate skin had already been cut by sharp stones.

It hurts!

Her Highness has rarely had the opportunity to walk on her own in her life, let alone leave the red carpet and step onto dirty ground.

However, for Her Highness, many of the things that happened tonight were firsts in her life.

Since Zinora couldn't stand up, she stared pitifully at Nolan.

Nolan rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I'm your god. You should be serving me, child."

"But I really can't walk anymore, God... Madam."

With a slight sob in her voice, it was truly remarkable that a girl who had lived in an ivory tower since childhood had managed to hold back until now.

Nolan pouted, looking quite troubled, as if judging whether the elf's intelligence was suitable for training as a witch missionary.

Did she still think God was her name?

"Ugh."

Finally, Nolan sighed, reverted to his humble agent persona, and knelt down in front of Zinora.

"Also, I'm not called God, my name is Nolan."

Zinora carefully climbed onto the silver-haired girl's back, blushing as she thanked her.

The morning sun shone on their faces, and through the dirty mud, one could see up close that the silver-haired girl had a very beautiful face and was probably not much older than them.

Chinara was so engrossed in watching that it took her a while to remember the life-saving grace. She stammered, "Um, Miss Nolan, thank you again for saving me. Whatever the reward, the Highgarden elves will grant it."

"Your reward is your faith, and of course, it would be best if you could persuade all your people to convert to me."

Those who believe in me will have eternal life!

Nolan grinned foolishly. If things were really that simple, she would go and rescue the princess every day!

"Belief?"

The silly little princess didn't quite understand, but her cheeks inexplicably felt hot.

A hero saves a damsel in distress; a knight and a princess—this is her favorite fairy tale.

But to his utter surprise, the knight who replaced Barry to protect him was a handsome young girl, and one who was no less beautiful than himself. His heart began to race for no reason.

As a princess of the high elves, Zinora had heard many heartfelt confessions, but none were as domineering and forceful as Nolan's, which easily captured her heart.

Indeed, the elven girl never expected that the person carrying her was actually a real god in the mortal world.

The unique request regarding faith is also naturally understood as a lifelong covenant of never being separated, a deeply affectionate declaration of love.

"I...I promise you."

After saying that, Zinora wished she could bury her head completely in Nolan's back.

There was nothing I could do; I had already promised them.

"Ha, do you even have a choice?"

Nolan pursed her lips, doubting whether Zinora could handle the important task of being the ambassador for the Chaos Throne.

I picked it up on the street anyway, might as well take it.

"From today onwards, I am your god. If anyone bullies you, come to me."

The beautiful goddess king reiterated this point.

"Ah."

The little princess, now out of danger, smiled sweetly, her voice barely audible, and hugged Nolan's neck tightly.

9. The stolen admission notice

As they arrived at the coastal highlands of the Southern Continent, a light rain began to fall, and the star-studded obelisks suspended in the sky were clearly visible.

Those were the eyes of the stars, meaning they had entered the gaze of the guardians of time.

Strictly speaking, this place is no longer part of the Holy Alliance's territory. The city on the highlands is a neutral territory for any power, not under the jurisdiction of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and is more like a concession of the Free Federation in Itheran.

The patrolling rangers, each bearing a silver winged insignia, belonged to the Wings of Liberty Council and maintained order on the Traveler's Road.

Zinora breathed a sigh of relief. To her, the obelisk represented safety and the protection of the eternal dragon, although Barry's experience had made the little princess lose all hope in the gods.

The closer we got to Lense, the more people came from all directions.

As the school year begins, many people travel from all over mainland China to take the entrance exam, hoping to become a member of the Saint Lensa War Soul Academy.

Saint Lenza is renowned for its teaching standards across many planes. Its students may not be of the highest birth, but they are certainly among the most outstanding.

There are also quite a few visitors from other dimensions. Dimensional merchants often travel through the territory of the Free Federation, so it is not surprising to find alien races with special physical characteristics here.

But high-ranking Sun Elves were truly rare. Nolan carried the elven girl on his back, mingling among the crowds entering the city. The raggedly dressed Zinora always attracted curious glances.

The Free Federation is an absolutely neutral trade haven in any dimension, never competing with any power, and no one dares to provoke it.

The Free City of Iseland is the holy city of Lunsa, which is built of white megaliths, right in front of us.

As they passed through the city gate, the bustling side of Lense unfolded before them. The streets were teeming with people and shops, and there were countless magnificent buildings.

The City of Freedom is connected to the main plane, and the advanced magic crystal technology that surpasses that of the secondary plane is everywhere. It is full of modern atmosphere, and even a random passerby is dressed in a fashionable way, which is amazing.

Once inside the city, the little princess felt embarrassed to let Nolan carry her any longer. She endured the pain and took a few steps, wanting to find a place to change into clean clothes and rest. However, her immediate priority was to contact her mother.

Suddenly someone bumped into Zinora from behind, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

The foolish fellow cried out in pain and fell at the feet of a passing young man, only to be immediately pushed away by the female warrior beside him.

"Go away!"

The female warrior was arrogant, but the handsome young man in luxurious clothes didn't pay any attention to her. He only glanced at Zinora's pointed ears and long golden hair a few more times with surprise, but his attention was more focused on her face, which he found stunning.

The young man seemed to be in a hurry to get on his way and did not linger. Nolan helped up the frail little believer, patted Zinora's tattered skirt, and then asked another person.

Are you alright?

"N-nothing."

The person who knocked down Zinora was a thin, homeless child whose gender was indistinguishable. He was unkempt and his face was so dirty that nothing could be seen. However, the two of them, who had just survived an assassination attempt, were in no better shape.

Nolan had intended to ask this young man if he was interested in embracing chaos and never having to go hungry again, but remembering his business, he changed his question and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Saint Lensa War Soul Academy?"

The homeless boy had unkempt hair and a pair of beautiful big eyes. He blushed slightly and pointed vaguely at a white spire in the distance.

"Over there."

"Thank you."

After saying that, the homeless child ran away without looking back.

This was originally a trivial matter, but Zinora seemed thoughtful as she picked up the backpack.

"Strange, that person's voice... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

Just then, a captivating young woman with long, deep blue hair flashed across the giant crystal screen above, holding a microphone and dancing passionately on stage.

That is Messiah, the Star Songstress who serves the Wings of Freedom, a household name in all planes. Rumor has it that she has already arrived in Norland for her tour, attracting countless admirers.

Nolan looked up, his gaze burning with passion.

That's right, this child is the first qualified apostle she has chosen. So what if Asteria has a saintess? Nothing can harvest faith better than an idol.

"By the way, how did you know I was coming here?"

"Because I'm also a student of Saint Lenza..."

Nolan took the backpack, a black line appearing on his forehead, and said, "Where's my college acceptance letter?!"

She always carried Chinora on her back, so the backpack was always on the elf's back.

Zinora tilted her head, looking completely bewildered, then screamed, "Oh no, it's that homeless kid! He's a thief!"

Nolan covered his face; this was the second thing, after the increasing amount of R, that made him feel so ashamed that he wanted to disappear.

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The Destroyer of All Realms was stolen by a pickpocket! If Asteria and Perentitan found out, they'd laugh their heads off!

"In short, let's go to the college to register first. As long as we can prove our identity, these are all minor issues."

Zinora paused, then suddenly realized something, and her expression gradually froze.

"what!"

"what happened?"

The princess was on the verge of tears, "I... I've lost my college admission notice too."

She almost forgot that she had nothing left, not even her guardian knight, and all her belongings had perished in the fire along with the carriage.

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

Well, now they have no choice but to rely on their own abilities to participate in the entrance examination.

Although the thief was despicable, he did not lie.

Exhausted, Nolan and Zinora arrived at the foot of the white spire and, as expected, found a long line of young apprentices at the party, each with lofty goals.

It was only then that Nolan realized that the Duchess had gone to great lengths to obtain the acceptance letter, sparing her from the tedious assessment process.

The handsome young man from earlier was also here, but he went in through another door led by a staff member, suggesting he was someone of extraordinary status.

Without hesitation, Nolan followed closely behind, took the first believer's hand, and slipped inside before the door closed.

If you follow the queue, you'll be waiting until dawn!