Then, she respectfully got up, intending to leave.
But, it was at this mont—
Rosa felt her vision suddenly turn hazy.
Her consciousness beca blurry.
In the depths of her mind, it seed like a gentle, soft power was guiding her.
Leading Rosa’s spirit towards so distant, lofty direction.
Everything before her flowed with radiant colors, within the epheral lights and shadows, Rosa seemingly saw the clear and dazzling starry sky.
Infinitely distant, infinitely bright.
Brilliant and beautiful.
In the next mont.
The hazy and flickering image gradually beca clear, beca real.
She saw a field of crimson gold.
A gentle breeze swept over, setting the entire field into waves upon waves, rising and falling like the sea, never ceasing.
The rich scent of wheat carried by the breeze greeted her face, making Rosa feel sowhat refreshed and delighted.
The scenery that only existed in the descriptions by the elders of her hotown, a hallmark of the forr Kingdom of Lortala, had astonishingly beco reality at this mont, appearing once again before Rosa’s eyes.
But imdiately, Rosa’s gaze unexpectedly shifted.
Because, amidst the wind-swept golden plains, Rosa saw a graceful, gentle, and extraordinarily holy maiden.
Wheat sprouted at her feet, she was surrounded by springs, adorned with a laurel leaf crown interwoven with various flowers.
The Goddess of Abundance—
Rosa’s heart was startled.
The maiden before her, with her attire and adornnts, even that sacred aura, was identical to the sacred statue of the Goddess of Abundance Rosa had seen earlier in the Church of Abundance.
Her father had said... the most devout believers within the Abundance Cult have a very slim chance of receiving a response from the deities during prayers, becoming so-called recipients of Divine Revelation and Divinely Favored Ones, thus joining the Abundance Cult and completely altering the trajectory of their fate.
So, does this an she too received the Mother Goddess’s revelation, becoming the Divinely Favored One of the Goddess of Abundance?
But—
Rosa questioned herself.
In her heart, was she really that devout to the Mother Goddess?
Just a mont ago, she was still thinking of lting down the Mother Goddess’s statue into silver ingots to sell to traveling rchants, so the townspeople could have a good al.
Confusion filled Rosa’s heart.
Moreover, upon closer inspection, she also discovered that although the gentle maiden in front of her markedly resembled the statue of the Goddess of Abundance in attire and adornnts, she bore slight differences from the statue of the Goddess of Abundance in appearance.
Compared to the dignified and plump Mother Goddess, the maiden with a laurel leaf crown before her appeared more youthful and tender—
As if she were the young version of the Goddess of Abundance.
Such a thought barely arose.
The next mont, Rosa’s gaze froze completely.
In the wind-swept fields of wheat, behind the gentle maiden reminiscent of the Goddess of Abundance.
She abruptly saw a human boy.
Black hair, black eyes.
His face bore a peaceful smile, gently extending his hand to stroke the gentle maiden’s soft chestnut hair beneath the laurel leaf crown.
And the maiden resembling the Goddess of Abundance obediently allowed him to touch her head, without showing any sign of resistance on her face.
"Since I, as your father, have given you the na of the Goddess of Abundance."
"Then from this mont onward, your duty is to bring harvests to the multitude of beings on this vast earth."
"Let all famines vanish completely from this land."
Thus spoke the black-haired, black-eyed human as he stroked the gentle maiden’s head, speaking softly.
"By doing so, you will bring prosperity to the land."
His palm moved slightly.
The next instant, a packet of powdery substance, accompanied by the rhythm of his fingers, spread across the entire field.
Then, as the powdery substance fell.
The wheat fields, which had initially appeared sowhat withered and barren, suddenly ca to life at that mont.
In an instant, crops grew rapidly.
Then, blossod into golden, plump ears of wheat.
"Rember, this is called fertilizer."
The black-haired boy’s words echoed across the boundless Golden Plains, resonating in Rosa’s ears as well.
"Of course."
In his words, there was suddenly an almost imperceptible touch of amusent.
"You can also call it—"
"Jinkela"
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