Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Tricia stared at Aisha with great interest.

Elsa pondered for a moment.

"I don't think I'm a 'god'."

"Sorry...I didn't mean to offend the goddess..."

Tricia also felt that she might have spoken out of turn - saying such words to a devout nun like Aisha, wasn't it a blasphemy to Aisha's piety?

She thought about it and decided not to continue the topic. Instead, she said straight to the point:

"I just think, Aisha, your power might be able to help the Star God—although I'm not entirely sure, but I want to give it a try... Aisha, can I borrow a drop of your bodily fluid?"

That's easy.

"Okay," Aisha nodded without hesitation, but then added, "But it can only be blood."

Elsa didn't want to watch a stranger drink her saliva or anything like that.

After saying that, Elsa raised her wrist and quickly scratched a thin wound on it with her nails.

【-twenty four】

As the numerical changes popped up on the panel, a drop of bright red blood slowly slid down. Elsa took out a clean glass dish and dropped the blood into it.

Aisha handed the bloody vessel to Tricia.

"Does it hurt?"

Tricia didn't take it immediately. She gently held Elsa's wrist and lifted it up. However, before she could say anything caring, she found that the wound on Elsa's wrist had healed a long time ago - there was not even a scar left.

Although this was not the first time she had witnessed Elsa's unreasonable self-healing ability, Tricia still couldn't help but feel it was magical from the bottom of her heart.

"Give her the blood and try it," Aisha said, "but will it really work?"

"I don't know," Tricia said frankly, then changed the subject, "But I think if even your blood, Elsa, is useless, then nothing will be useful."

Tricia's tone was very firm, and Elsa didn't know what to say.

In fact, Elsa has always been full of doubts about her situation.

Elsa never felt that she had any connection with the gods - she knew it better than anyone else. She could not even be considered a person of this world. Although she could no longer clearly remember every moment of her past life, she was certain that she had not had any extraordinary supernatural experiences.

Also, when she came to this world, the previous owner of this body had already died. What she got was a poor and weak body, so weak that at first she even had difficulty waving a wooden stick. It was hard to imagine that this body had any relationship with God.

However, Elsa also had a glimmer of hope - since the Star God really didn't have any ill intentions, then he really shouldn't be held responsible for the actions of the Federation and the Secret Cult. Perhaps what the Star God wanted to do to Madeleine was not right, but it was not a capital crime.

Elsa didn't want to take the life of a wild god because of all this.

Tricia nodded, took the drop of blood, came to the Star God, and said something to him. The Star God made a "gurgling" sound, and then Tricia grasped the Star God's black sword, raised it, and dripped Elsa's blood on the black sword.

"Gulu gulu?"

Elsa couldn't understand what the Star God was saying. She only saw the Star God's shadow tremble slightly, and then became visibly solid.

"Really useful?"

Elsa raised her eyebrows slightly, and Tricia also looked incredible - even though this method was proposed by Tricia herself, she obviously had no confidence in the scene before her.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

The dejection was swept away, and the Star God made an excited bubbling sound.

This time, Tricia did not translate, but simply stared intently at the phantom of the Star God.

What she didn't say was that one of the reasons why she wanted to try was that she wanted to know whether Elsa was the "god" that the Star God mentioned.

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430. No means no (4K3)

Madeleine had a long and strange dream.

In her dream, she found herself pregnant to her disbelief, and what was even more unacceptable was that she didn't even know who the father of the child was - Madeleine was not close enough to a man to be her husband, and had never even thought of such a thing, yet she inexplicably developed a big belly. How could she not be terrified?

So when Madeleine's consciousness returned to her body, she immediately sat up suddenly, and frantically pressed her hands on her lower abdomen and felt around for a while - fortunately, her abdomen was not bulging as high as in the dream, nor did it have that heavy feeling of falling.

Her abdomen was still flat, with only the outline of her muscles vaguely visible.

No pregnancy, nothing abnormal.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief.

However, she also noticed that the injury on her waist had disappeared at some point. Perhaps because she had just woken up from a coma, Madeleine's consciousness was still a little dull. Only then did she realize that the ground under her was not cold and hard rock, but soft velvet.

She subconsciously groped to her side, but the holy sword that she never let go of was not beside her. She lowered her head and saw that her blood-stained protective gear had long disappeared, replaced by a loose and neat set of clothes.

She rubbed her stiff arms, sat up straight, slowly raised her head and looked around. What she saw was not the desolate and dark ruins hall where she had been before she fainted. There was no damp and cold smell in the air. Instead, there was an unfamiliar room. The room was large, bright and luxurious, and it did not look like a military camp.

She was the only one in the room. She frowned and dragged her aching body to the bed. She walked barefoot to the window and looked out. Through the clean window, she could see the layers of clouds, mountains, and a bustling city in the distance.

"here it is……"

Madeleine was stunned for a moment. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. Madeleine's heart suddenly tightened. She turned around vigilantly and tucked her clothes tightly around her chest.

Click—the door of the room was pushed open, and a person dressed as a maid appeared in Madeleine's sight. The maid was holding a plate with something in it. When the maid saw Madeleine, she saluted respectfully.

"Your Highness, I wonder if you rested well?"

Madeleine looked at the maid and asked, "Where is this place? Why am I here?"

"This is the residence of Count Abru, Your Highness, the Master of Mystic Law and the Head of the Holy Sisters brought you here. Because your injuries have not healed and you have been in a coma, you are temporarily staying here to observe the situation."

The maid said respectfully.

"Count Abru? The Mystic Sage and the Head Saint Sister?"

Madeleine was a little confused for a moment - in fact, her memory was still stuck in the gloomy and dark underground of the ruins. She was attacked by the shadow lurking in the black sword, and then fell into a coma for some reason.

Could it be that it was the Mystic Sage and the Holy Sister who rescued her afterwards?

That's the only explanation, right? Because the ruins are extremely dangerous, not a place that anyone can enter.

Madeleine subconsciously touched her waist and couldn't help but sigh in her heart - she didn't know where the shadow in the black sword came from, but it was so powerful that she had no power to resist even with the holy sword in hand. That was beyond Madeleine's understanding of a strong person.

But for the wise man, that kind of strong man is probably not worth mentioning, right?

Thinking of this, Madeleine felt a little lost.

The Saint's appointment was imminent, yet her strength as a hero was far from sufficient. Madeleine considered this a dereliction of duty. She was anxious and disappointed in herself. Honestly, as someone chosen by the Holy Sword, her talent wasn't particularly exceptional. Without the power it provided, her abilities would have been limited to the upper echelons of the army, perhaps even inferior to those of some experienced Silver Medal adventurers.

This crisis made her realize the huge gap between her and the top strong men on the continent - even with the holy sword in hand, Madeleine was no match for the Grey Wind Swordsman. If the Grey Wind Swordsman wanted to kill her, she would have died countless times.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her voice and asked the maid, "Where are Timmer and the others? - Where are the soldiers from the first battalion who were with me? Where are they?"

Now that she was safe, Madeleine's first thought was the safety of Timmer and the others.

"Your Highness, please rest assured. The warriors with you are all fine. Our priests have given them the best possible treatment, and they have all been assigned rooms to rest."

The maid's words made Madeleine feel a little relieved.

If the warriors who followed her died because of her lack of strength, then what would be the difference between her and the weak self she was in her childhood?

But Madeleine couldn't help but sigh, she thought of Timmer.

Madeleine was also very conflicted. The 9th Infantry Division would not tolerate a traitor, and she didn't know how the Duke would deal with Timmer.

"Since you are awake, please allow me to inform the two adults."

At this time the maid spoke again.

Madeleine shook her head and tightened her belt.

"No need—since my injuries are no longer serious, let me go and meet them."

Madeleine said.

……

At this time, Elsa and Tricia were in the courtyard of the mansion, discussing matters concerning the Star God ruins.

The events in the southern border have finally come to a temporary end - the brave Madeleine has been rescued. Although she is still unconscious, most of the power left in her body by the star god has been exorcised, and she should be fine.

As for the conflict between the Empire and the Kingdom of Levis, or rather, the Federation, it had nothing to do with Elsa and Tricia - Tricia had no intention of intervening in the disputes between these countries. In fact, Tricia and Elsa had already rescued the hero, which was already an intervention. Whether as a deterrent or as a way to express an attitude, this was enough, and there was no need for Tricia to intervene further.

The next task will be left to Stizia and Duke Ryanfort.

But the biggest problem now is - who should deal with the Star God, the Star God ruins, and the holy artifact Black Sword, and how should they deal with them?

After all, a Star God is a god left over from the Age of Gods, even if he is just an unknown wild god, he is still a genuine "god" - perhaps this is not the first time Tricia has seen the existence of "gods", but for other people in this world, even Stikia, the empress of the empire, and even the saints and heroes of previous generations, they have never seen "gods" with their own eyes.

Of course, this does not only refer to well-known gods such as goddesses and earth mothers, but also refers to the "present gods" who have wills and are truly present, surviving from the ancient Age of Gods to the present day.

As far as Tricia knew, the wild god she met in the elf land of Al-Atya, who guided her in the pursuit of the world tree, was the last "appearing god" on this continent. In order to preserve her power, the wild god rarely appeared, and only a few elves had seen her. Since her death, there has been no news of any other god appearing.

Therefore, now that the Star God has appeared in the world, it will inevitably cause huge disturbances.

"If we judge based on general circumstances, matters related to the Star God Ruins should be resolved through consultation between the Empire and the Federation. No matter what happens, I shouldn't interfere.

However, the power of the Wild God is still too great. Neither the Empire nor the Federation can control her. Moreover, she holds many secrets, concerning the Age of Gods and the secret method of soul-stripping she uses. In fact, most gods have perished in their long slumber, but she has not. Perhaps she is hiding many things from us.

Tricia said, holding the black sword in her hand.

"It's a pity that Madeleine can't wield this sword yet, otherwise perhaps I could give it to her."

Elsa looked at the black sword.

Tricia didn't say anything, seeming to be thinking about something.

When they were in the ruins before, neither Elsa nor Tricia paid much attention to the black sword, the only holy object in the ruins. But now that it was displayed under the sunlight, they discovered that the entire blade of the black sword was a strange pure black - even the sunlight would be swallowed by it. Even if it was held tightly in the hand and placed in front of the eyes, even Tricia would not be able to see through the patterns on the sword without using magic to perceive it, because it was black, extremely black.

This black color reminded Elsa of a light-absorbing material she had seen in some short videos in her previous life - but in real life, it was the first time Elsa saw with her own eyes an object that could completely absorb all light.

This also made Elsa wonder how hot the sword would be if it was placed in the midday sun.

"Is it hot?"

Aisha suddenly asked.

"No, it's icy cold," Tricia said, handing the sword to Elsa. "You'll know if you try it."

"Can I have it?"

Elsa didn't want to accidentally kill the Star God.

Tricia smiled at this and said, "Of course, just do your best to restrain your power. As long as the Star God behaves himself, he will at least be safe in your hands."

Elsa took the black sword. The black sword felt heavy in her hand. The heavy and cold feeling filled her palm. A grayish black aura wrapped around it, but as Elsa held the black sword in her hand, the black aura quickly faded away.

However, the black sword was still pure black, and the black aura did not seem to be the reason why it could absorb light.

"Although I don't know much about forging, the black color of this sword's blade isn't likely the color of some other metal. From my perception, it's probably 'Moon Pattern Steel'—a metal found only in the ruins of the Age of Gods. It was once considered the embodiment of the power of the Age of Gods. The Moon Pattern Steel used to forge this sword has clearly been imbued with an extraordinary power, completely obscuring its original appearance."

Tricia explained.

"It houses a deity. Even if the Star God leaves, its power is enough to rival Gramer, the Throne of Light. In a sense, Madeleine's search is not wrong. This is indeed a powerful weapon, but the power of the Star God is too great, making it unsuitable for her."

"Can the Star Goddess leave this sword? Or must she remain inside it?"

"This is merely a vessel for her to contain the loss of her power. I believe she should be able to leave freely. However, given the Star God's current condition, leaving the sword would likely cause considerable trouble. The power of stripping space, if harnessed effectively, would undoubtedly be a formidable aid in battle. However, the Star God herself is unable to control the loss of power. This sword poses endless dangers, and she could even die from the loss of power."

As she spoke, Tricia looked at Aisha and said solemnly: "Aisha, I think you are the most suitable person for it."

"That's it..."

Aisha seemed to have guessed that Tricia would say this, so she wasn't surprised.

After all, only the power of the "Realm of God" can effectively limit the power of the Star God, and it just so happens that at this stage only Elsa's power can maintain the existence of the Star God.

"Let's see what she thinks first."

Aisha handed the black sword to Tricia and said.

Tricia looked at Aisha deeply, paused, and then took the black sword.

"Elsa, you're too gentle with her."

It's not jealousy, it's just emotion - in fact, Elsa seems to be like this to everyone, reliable, serious, generous, kind, considerate of others, and thoughtful of others. Tricia likes Elsa and her gentleness, but Tricia occasionally worries that Elsa's kindness will be exploited by people with ulterior motives one day.

Tricia didn't want to see Elsa's disappointed expression.

Not sure if she understood Tricia's feelings, but Aisha just smiled.

"Perhaps I'm being a bit too sympathetic... After all, this wasn't her wish. If possible, I think I should listen to her thoughts and respect her wishes. Of course, being her mother is out of the question. Besides that, if it's not a particularly bad request, I think we might consider it."