Only God

Since the army sent by the Ausenco Royal Family had not yet arrived, the caravan had not broken camp and set out,

which meant that Eden and his companions could stay here for a while.

One day, Veldor suddenly sought out Eden.

At first, Eden was a bit panicked, but after thinking it over, he quickly calmed down,

"What has happened?"

Veldor looked around, saw no one else was near, then lowered his voice and said:

"I've investigated secretly and found some clues."

"Secret investigation?"

Eden was puzzled, not realizing Veldor had also been conducting a covert inquiry.

Veldor nodded,

"I and Nun Cassandra secretly released a Zor Elf assassin, gaining their trust in exchange."

Eden's mouth fell open in disbelief; he had spent considerable effort just trying to spare an assassin's life, not expecting Veldor to have directly released one.

"Does General Bright know about this?"

Eden couldn't help but ask.

Veldor gave a slight nod,

"Of course, he couldn't be kept in the dark, Nun Cassandra had discussed it with him beforehand.

But that's not the point. Do you know what I discovered?"

"What?"

"Those Zor Elves... they are, in fact, regular Elves!"

Veldor suddenly revealed a secret, causing Eden's mouth to agape,

"This... how can this... be."

Veldor continued as if determined to shock,

"They even became Zor Elves only in the last few centuries.

Moreover, they do not come from Nus Kingdom but from... another kingdom, one you should have heard of, the kingdom established by the Exiles."

Eden was stunned and exclaimed aloud:

"They came from across the ocean?"

Veldor affirmed Eden's words,

"You're right, they came from across the ocean.

According to that Zor Elf, they were charged with a mission by their king, but no one knows the exact nature of that mission. In any case, they are to commit acts of righteousness first, then evil, in order to fulfill the divine mission assigned to their race."

Eden instinctively denied,

"How could God assign such a mission?"

Veldor also said:

"I think they've been deceived.

Anyhow, this matter is not simple."

Just then, a couple of soldiers patrolling the area passed by, and Veldor abruptly clammed up, waiting for them to leave before turning back to Eden.

"I found out more, due to their odd skin color, aside from the Fahela Sect, few have accepted them. And there is a Witch Gathering that seems particularly antagonistic towards them."

Eden caught on to something,

"Witch Gathering? Which Witch Gathering are you referring to?"

Veldor spread his hands,

"I'm not clear on the exact name, but anyway, they seem to especially reject the Zor Elves. It's quite strange, considering that wizards often get into trouble out of curiosity."

This was all the news the Dwarf Priest had brought. When it was his turn to ask what Eden had discovered, the Priest found himself at a loss for words, because his method of investigation was a bit unconventional.

Veldor thought Eden had come up empty-handed and was too embarrassed to say it, so he spoke reassuringly:

"Don't worry, Eden, not everyone is that lucky. Some people just don't have good fortune, it's alright, God will understand you."

Eden simply nodded silently.

After Veldor left, Eden's gaze once again turned towards the Fahela Sect's church.

"Call Timian, it's time to go over."

Eden muttered to himself.

.........

When Eden's figure appeared in the church in the afternoon, the chattering monks abruptly fell silent.

A power stemming from the soul quieted them at that moment, as they instinctively kept quiet.

They looked up slightly, their eyes converging on Eden as if beholding an imposing figure, as if each of Eden's actions was the will of God.

"Where is Elder William?"

Eden looked around calmly and asked.

"Elder William, he... he went to the Royal City. He's personally reporting your arrival to the Great Elder of Fahela."

A monk replied with utmost deference.

"May God bless you."

Eden spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, the monk felt as though bathed in divine grace, excitedly kneeling and ceaselessly reciting Scriptures praising the Prophet.

The other monks couldn't help but cast envious glances, all wishing to receive the blessing of an Envoy.

A monk mustered the courage to stand up and asked tentatively:

"Envoy... Envoy of the King of Kings, what brings you here?"

Eden responded in a solemn tone:

"I'm not the one who chose to come here."

The monk was initially confused but quickly realized something.

A few monks exchanged glances, overcome with emotion, nearly unable to hold back their tears.

Eden said, it wasn't his choice to come here...

Didn't that imply: it was God who brought him here?

Ah, the words of the Prophet are so profoundly meaningful, reminding us once again of that eternal truth—the Prophet acts according to God's will.

After last night's revelations, the monks tried fervently to interpret every action, every word of Eden's, as precious commandments and precepts.

If Eden told them to enter a room leading with the right foot, from then on, anyone entering with the left foot first would be cast out.

But was this due to submission to authority or genuine faith in truth? No one pondered this question deeply.

Eden took a step forward, and at that moment, the monks' breathing became uniformly rapid.