chapter 26 Considerations
Yan’ Erkron, located by the Rhine River, was known as the “Wall of Light” during the Demon Race War.
As the largest city closest to the City of Holy Light, Yan’ Erkron was sufficient as a fortress to attack the City of Holy Light, blocking Moon’s forces west of the Rhine River and occupying a strategic advantage that could not be underestimated.
The reason why Moon’s Holy Light did not directly occupy this strategically crucial city was not without the result of the game with Salier.
And it was not out of strategic considerations.
Miss Verafia tilted her gaze slightly, and the endless shattered light of Yan’ Erkron turned into blessings, bestowing them upon the deprived.
The phantom of the Giant Tree of Life appeared in the bright sky, and radiant divine light of life descended with drops of light rain. Residents and trees facing death also regained their vitality.
As one of the few famous cities on the continent, Yan’ Erkron was not lacking in powerful individuals. However, there were more ordinary people who formed the foundation of society.
They revived in the light rain of life, witnessing the descending light and the brilliant divine radiance lingering around the World Tree. The noble and slender figure of the young girl was faint, her eyes filled with reverence, panic, and fear.
Miss Verafia’s slender fingertips clenched slightly. This was also the reason for her hesitation.
Moon claimed to be Holy Light, yet indulged Salier in creating despair with plague. Such actions could never be attributed to the order and goodness of the God of Light; instead, they seemed like the practices of heretical cultists.
Miss Verafia had used a lot of divine power to revive the lives devoured by Salier… She was unwilling to send them to Moon again.
Standing beside her, Ig saw the girl’s slightly lowered face and the hesitation in her beautiful large eyes, and immediately understood her thoughts, saying:
“Veer, Queen Ravnos and the allied forces of the imperial vassals should be marching towards the City of Holy Light. Moon’s strength east of the Rhine River is not strong. If they receive your request, the vanguard will be able to arrive within a week at most.”
Ig took the goddess’s delicate small hand, looked into her large eyes, understood her intentions, slightly tightened his palm, and smiled:
“If, Veer, you want to protect this city, we will need to resist Moon’s attack during this time— the Pope of Light knows you are here, and even if Moon doesn’t make a move himself, the forces attacking you will be numerous.”
“Veer, you are a goddess, but relying on yourself alone is not enough to fully protect Yan’ Erkron.”
“What Ig wants to say…” Verafia vaguely guessed what he was going to say, raised her large eyes slightly, and looked at the young man.
Ig nodded: “Yes. Yan’ Erkron is not a city without defense. This city not only has the guards of the Duke of Upper Rhine and the city defense forces, but also numerous mages and warriors of various professions.”
“If we can persuade them, holding out until Queen Ravnos arrives is not impossible.”
Verafia’s eyelashes fluttered. As Ig said, it wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of it, nor was she so saintly as to only rely on herself to ward off disaster for Yan’ Erkron.
However, Yan’ Erkron was, after all, a large city with over a hundred thousand people, and it also had its lord. This place was not far from Moon’s holy city. Within two days at most, the offensive from the Church of Light would arrive.
In just two days, to stabilize such a vast city, even if she were a goddess, it would be extremely difficult to achieve, unless she learned from Salier and controlled the entire city through the power of faith.
Thinking of this, Verafia shook her head, raised her long eyelashes, clenched her teeth, and said, “At least, we have to organize a group of people. We can let the nobles of Yan’ Erkron pacify the citizens for us first, and we must first resist Moon’s offensive…”
“Your Highness the Goddess, no matter what you think in your heart, in the end, it is you who saved this city and countless people.”
Andes’s voice sounded. Verafia saw the young knight walk up to her and suddenly smiled:
“In my opinion, you don’t need to worry about their loyalty. All the people in this city have experienced the destruction of light brought by Salier, and it was you who gave them rebirth. Perhaps some people will be ungrateful, but look, more people are praising you.”
Verafia looked in the direction of the young man’s gaze.
They were above the sky of Yan’ Erkron. Just as she looked down at all living beings in the entire city, all the people of Yan’ Erkron could also witness the phantom of the World Tree in the sky, and the slender figure of the goddess still lingering in divine radiance.
Following that were the reverent and pious gazes of tens of thousands of people. Even if they didn’t understand the reason, they knew that it was the goddess in the World Tree, whose divine power, as gentle as water, had re-saved their lives.
Thus, they prayed and thanked the World Tree, and sincere prayers and praises reached Verafia’s ears.
“If Your Highness the Goddess tells Yan’ Erkron, I believe that the vast majority of people will understand your compassion and defend Yan’ Erkron with their weapons.”
Andes said, then lowered his face slightly towards the goddess and said,
“By the way, you mentioned the nobles of Yan’ Erkron. Indeed, Salier did not destroy the political foundation of this city, and it still has a complete military and political organization. If you can persuade the lord of this city, the situation can be stabilized in a short period.”
“The lord of Yan’ Erkron… Duke Yann?”
Upon hearing the young man’s voice, Verafia frowned slightly.
She still remembered what Ig told her about the Duke of Upper Rhine shortly after arriving in Yan’ Erkron.
Yann Wettings himself was a foolish tyrant. Because Salier wanted to show off a city under order for the newly born God of Light, he forcibly distorted his mind with the power of faith.
What Andes said was for her to meet this lord, and then force him with her status as a goddess?
“In fact, it’s not necessarily Duke Yann.”
The voice of the Holy Silver Knight of the Sacred Sword “Dawn” sounded. He smiled: “If Your Highness the Goddess is unwilling to deal with this Duke, there is a better option. Your Highness Misella, please tell the Goddess.”
“Brother Andes, are you talking about Rob?”
Princess Misella’s eyelashes moved, and her light and delicate voice sounded. The young girl raised her face, and her silky silver-white hair fell. Seeing Verafia’s confused gaze, she explained:
“Miss Verafia… Duke Yann is indeed a famous tyrant. However, Yann’s eldest son is completely different from him. Rob, whom I just mentioned, is Yann’s eldest son and heir.”
