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Chapter 64



[Message from Heaven]  

(Notification) Apology and Compensation for Missing Detailed Terms  

“Oh! The compensation they mentioned before but never delivered!”  

I wondered what kind of compensation they were giving as I read through the message.  

To our subscribers who have experienced inconvenience due to incomplete terms, we, at Heaven, have decided after much deliberation to provide the following apology compensation.  

Regardless of whose fault it was or what was right or wrong, we have learned a lot from this incident.  

We will strive to serve you better in the future.  

From the subscription service manager, Heaven’s charming one, errand boy of the gods! Truly, Heaven’s idol, Serlus.  

◈ Compensation Details ◈  

10 Post-Quest Acceptance Vouchers  

※ The granted vouchers can be found in the ‘Quest List.’  

“Post-Quest Acceptance Vouchers?”  

What’s this?

* * *

“Yaaawn. Hello.”  

I greeted Axel and Bael with a long yawn.  

Last night, I had stayed up late with Noah, browsing through gifts, which meant I didn’t get to bed until very late.  

On top of that, my stamina was completely drained from handling a big event that was too much for a child’s body to bear.  

I spread my arms wide towards Bael.  

“Bael, I’m so tired…”  

“It seems that way,” Bael said with a smile, placing his hand on my head and pouring out the power of purification.  

The primary power of divine energy is purification.  

Purification cleanses everything, including the fatigue clinging to my body!  

When Bael lifted his hand along with the divine power, I immediately felt much lighter.  

Seeing this, Axel tilted his head.  

“Don’t you have divine power too?”  

“Mm-hmm. Yeah, but…”  

I scratched my cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed.  

“I really do have divine power. I just don’t know how to use it.”  

“What?”  

Axel’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting this problem.  

‘Honestly, I didn’t think about it either.’  

All I did was pour divine power into my body with an awakening agent, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control this power at all.  

Bael tried to teach me how to use it diligently, but it wasn’t easy.  

‘Now that I think about it, the product description only said it would give me abundant divine power, not the ability to use it.’  

What a sly trick!  

‘Those Heaven guys really are scammers!’  

After experiencing this a few times, I was completely resigned to it and could only laugh helplessly.  

Bael, on the other hand, explained Axel’s confusion on my behalf.

“Reshia is accustomed to manipulating external forces, so the very concept of moving power within her own body is difficult for her to grasp,” Bael explained.

He was right. As a black mage for over twenty years, I had only ever used magic that harnessed external forces. This method had become so ingrained in both my body and mind that using power from within felt utterly unfamiliar.

“So, even after obtaining such immense power, you can’t use it?” Axel asked, tilting his head with a smirk, as if he had found an opportunity.

“That’s why you need to accumulate magical energy within your body,” he added, clearly trying to make a point.

“Hmph. That’s a completely different issue!” I quickly changed the subject, knowing I was at a disadvantage.

“More importantly, tell me about the prophecy. What does ‘When the dragon, thought to have vanished, awakens on the day the moon is swallowed by darkness, the whole world will be engulfed in flames’ mean?”

At my question, Bael smiled gently and gestured towards the table inside the room.

“Why don’t we sit down and talk? This isn’t a short conversation.”

* * *

“Where should I begin?” Bael asked with a bitter smile as soon as we took our seats at the round table.

“I suppose we should start with the day the prophecy was received and the day ‘Reshia’ was found abandoned in the sanctuary,” he suggested.

I nodded in agreement, and Bael began to speak.

“That morning, I was suffering from a severe headache. It felt as if someone was incessantly chattering inside my head,” Bael recounted, starting his story.

“At first, I dismissed it as a simple headache. But as the incomprehensible noise—what I thought was just random, unidentifiable noise—began to take shape, I realized it was something more.”

His eyes grew distant, as if he was lost in the past, and Axel and I found ourselves drawn into the story.

“It was a divine revelation.”

* * *

‘On the day the moon is swallowed by darkness, the dragon, thought to have vanished, will awaken, and the world will be consumed by flames!  

The one who can stop this will appear on the golden day in the form of an infant, standing alone before the sanctuary—she is the Saint!’

The powerful message echoed in Bael’s mind, carrying a terrifying prophecy. He relayed this message directly to the Pope, and soon, word spread throughout the central church that Cardinal Bael had received a divine revelation.

Given the signs Bael had experienced, it was concluded without doubt that the voice he heard was that of God. From that day forward, the Pope, along with the Council of Elders, began to interpret the phrases of the prophecy.

“‘When the moon is swallowed by darkness’ likely refers to an eclipse,” one of the cardinals suggested.

“‘The day of water’ is the third day of the week.”

“Could the dragon thought to have vanished refer to the Mad Dragon?”

“And the golden day, when an infant appears alone at the sanctuary, corresponds to the fifth day of the week…”

As they shared their interpretations, the cardinals exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of the prophecy.

“Coincidentally, tomorrow is the first golden day since the prophecy was delivered,” one of the priests remarked with a mix of anticipation and reverence.  

The clergy, filled with expectation, made their way to the sanctuary. And on the very day foretold by the voice of God, they indeed found a newborn baby girl abandoned there, all alone. The priests immediately fell to their knees and bowed their heads, venerating the infant as the prophesied Saint.

However, there was a significant problem: the Temple of Kydsha was far from an ideal environment to raise the Saint. The priests of the temple, bound by vows of celibacy, had neither fathered nor raised any children. Although they cared for orphans, this was the first time they had to look after a newborn.

“Waaah! Waaah!”  

Bael, holding the wailing baby in his arms, anxiously paced the garden. Due to his role as the one who received the prophecy, Bael was entrusted with the care of the infant Saint. Though he managed to find nursing mothers among the pilgrims visiting the temple, the milk supply was insufficient, leaving the baby hungry and crying every day.

“Little one, you must be very uncomfortable,” Bael murmured softly, patting the Saint’s back gently.

Due to opposition from some of the cardinals within the Council of Elders, the Saint had not yet been given an official name. There were doubts about the prophecy’s accuracy, as the baby showed no signs of possessing divine power, leading some to question whether she was truly the Saint foretold in the prophecy. The Council’s stance was that the baby would only be named once her identity as the Saint was confirmed.

‘If someone else had received the prophecy, the little one might have found her place in the temple more quickly,’ Bael thought, letting out a deep sigh.

He was acutely aware that his position within the temple was becoming increasingly precarious. Although the younger priests hailed him as a hero for slaying the Mad Dragon, the senior clergy members viewed him with suspicion. They believed that Bael’s presence threatened their authority.

It was at that moment that a low, calm voice interrupted Bael’s thoughts.

“The child seems to be in great discomfort.”

Startled, Bael turned his head to see a tall man with an imposing presence and cold eyes watching him. The man’s golden hair and stern expression only added to his intimidating aura.


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