Chapter 1431.2
Chapter 1431.2
Willow sighed. “I kind of expected that.”“I apologize for not being able to help.”
“Have you received this kind of offer many times?”
Elysia fell silent for a moment before giving a wry smile.
“Well, I don't think I've ever had this happen at least. The sect I belong to forbids marriage, so nobody would even try.”
Willow could see many things about her.
With the pheromone that instinctively repelled men who looked at her romantically, in addition to her membership in a celibate sect, no one would’ve tried to set her up with someone else.
“Gosh! This must be so hard for you.” However, Willow also saw something fundamentally different.
“What... are you talking about?” Elysia asked with her head tilted.
Willow quietly smiled, lightly brushed off her skirt, and stood up. “I'm going now. Thanks for talking with me.”
“Ah? Ah, yes. Go safely.” Elysia looked at Willow in confusion after she left her with a cryptic remark.
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Willow's initial concern about Elysia being a succubus turned out to be unnecessary. She was nothing like the usual succubus.
The church in the small village was managed by a single cleric.
Willow approached the side of the old priest who was alone in bed, coughing up a storm in a dingy room.
His eyes lit up at the sight of her. “Ah! Are you an angel? Have you finally come to take me?!”
Sporting a complicated expression, Willow responded, “Not exactly, but I suppose you could say that's close enough.”
The reason she was there was simple. Willow rushed over to intercept Jeo-Seung, who had come to take the old priest's soul and bring him to the afterlife.
He hadn't been very happy at the inconvenience.
- No! Postponing the retrieval will...
Of course, she wouldn't be dissuaded.
- I'll guide his soul myself.
Willow brought a chair to the bedside and sat down.
He feebly stared into her eyes with hope and asked, “Am I... going to God’s side now?”
“Yes. You'll be there soon, but I would like to have a talk with you before you go.” Faint divine power gently emanated from Willow.
“You... you aren’t an angel.” He was sure of it.
“Why do you think that?”
“You're too holy. I haven't properly seen an angel, but... the power you emit feels different.”
“That's right,” she admitted. “I'm Willow, the Goddess of Harmony. I'm a lesser goddess who inherited power from Goddess Freyja.”
“Oh. How could I be so honored... I should get up and serve you some tea!”
“It's fine, you can just lie there. That’s already enough. I simply want to talk briefly before guiding your soul today.”
The old priest smiled faintly at her words. “I shall listen carefully.”