This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 439.3: To Defeat Magic, We Need Even Stronger Magic!
Sisi repeated the words she had spoken to the lord in the morning to those self-proclaimed devout nobles and priests.
Then she looked at Buma, continuing with a sincere tone, "Sorry for keeping it from you, but our purpose here wasn't just to trade. We were guided by the Silvermoon Goddess."
Buma gulped twice, his eyes swirling with shock and disbelief.
It’s not actually unbelievable. After all, kind people never lied...
Those people had rescued him from marauders and hadn't kept his cattle and luggage for themselves, instead, they returned them. It didn't seem like something liars would do.
After all, collecting rewards from those they rescued was permitted by the teachings of the Spirit of the Desert.
"Then the money you give to those poor people is also...?"
"It's the will of the Silvermoon Goddess." Sisi stated emphatically without blushing.
"The Spirit of the Desert's followers are enduring hunger on her protected land, while here, abundant food and fresh water are available, yet those who possess them are blinded by money. Therefore, she entrusted us to save the siblings of the desert you've abandoned."
Buma's face was filled with guilt.
The Spirit of the Desert had taught them to reach out to those suffering, yet he selectively ignored those among his own people enduring hardship.
Even when the young lady proposed helping those people, he had even weighed the pros and cons, trying to convince them not to give to the poor, stating how Lion Coins would soon be worthless!
Indeed.
His faith was not devout and pure enough...
Standing beside Lord Sien, Count Losjin wore a face full of disbelief. He certainly didn't believe the woman's utter nonsense, but for a moment, couldn't think of what to say.
Actually, that wasn’t actually unbelievable.
How could anyone find flaws in the story every fucking fool on the forum cooked up with five days to think?
Even if they were geniuses, it would take a long time to figure out a flaw in her statements.
Seeing the group silent, Roshan looked at Tail while whispering, "What are these people really up to?"
Tail touched her chin, frowning in deep thought. "They might be considering that matter." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Seeing her serious expression, Roshan gasped, "That matter?"
"Yes!" Tail nodded earnestly, looking at Sesame Paste, who was the figure of everyone's focus, and spoke confidently, "They must be planning to sacrifice Sesame Paste to the evil god sealed in the Lost Valley in exchange for peace!"
“HUH?!” Roshan exclaimed softly, quickly asking, "How did you come to that conclusion?"
If that were true, wouldn't they be in danger?
As she thought about it, Roshan's legs went a bit weak.
Other species were fine. However... When she thought about the Cthulhu-like creature that should be the ‘evil god’, along with its tentacles... It seemed a little unsettling.
"Hmmm? Isn't the combination of a catgirl and a tentacle monster common knowledge?" Tail paused, shooting Roshan strange looks as though wondering why the bear was surprised. "Isn't that how it's drawn in those books?"
The emotion brewing for a while suddenly dissipated, and Roshan silently moved away from Tail as though she didn’t recognize this monster clad in a cute human skin.
But Tail’s nonsense quickly reassured her. She was no longer as worried.
The white-robed old priest stepped forward, his gaze firmly fixed on the cat ears on Sesame Paste's head. He stared for a long time before speaking in a trembling voice, "You... You really saw the Silvermoon Goddess?"
Although she was anxious, she didn’t want her companions' efforts to go to waste. Sesame Paste nodded earnestly. "Yes."
The crowd quickly started to whisper among themselves.
Excitement flickered in the old priest's eyes as he reached out with a trembling hand. When he saw the cat in her arms staring back with its amber pupils, he quickly stopped his impolite action and retracted his hand.
The legend said the Silvermoon Goddess would possess her beloved pets. He could feel the divine watching him.
Containing his excitement, the old priest's voice carried a hint of piety. "In the prophecy... What did you see?"
Faced with those eyes watching her with a mixture of complex emotions, Sesame Paste turned to look at Sisi with a pleading gaze.
What do I do now?!
Sisi immediately shot her a look of encouragement and signaled with her eyes.
Just say what I told you on the forums!
Fine...
After their short exchange, a look of determination appeared in her eyes as she spoke slowly. "I saw a beam of light."
"Light?! And then?" The old priest eagerly asked.
Facing the breathless crowd and the eager old priest, Sesame Paste continued calmly, "A light hotter than the sun blazed upon the land of mortals, followed by endless flames burning across the desert... Rivers evaporated, oases were scorched. The Tzobar Mountain turned to scorched earth! Even the snowflakes were stained with a curse. Tens of thousands perished in the catastrophe, while the remaining survivors howled in hunger."
She wasn’t as fluent as Sisi in the Federation’s language, but that made it seem like she was speaking seriously. Every word was properly enunciated.
Her description of the apocalypse aligned with the nursery themes of the Camel Kingdom, and it was even recorded in the book Sisi bought last time.
However, those present didn’t think that far. None of the nobles present considered that angle.
The day of the apocalypse that brought down the sky god wasn't a secret, but it wasn't something every visitor would learn about.
Even ignoring the identity of her Divine Envoy and the bizarre story of a cat turning into a human, a young girl who visited the oasis for the first time could speak so clearly about the apocalypse made it obvious!
What else could this be, if not a prophecy? Could it really be a coincidence?
"I don’t... It’s not that I don’t believe it...”
Seeing Sien and the old priest looking at him, Count Losjin, who had interrupted the Divine Envoy’s speech, spoke in a diplomatic tone. "I suspect what she says might be true, but there might be other ways to prevent the prophecy besides war. There might be some misunderstanding here. I suggest sending an envoy to talk with the Army, to persuade them to leave that cursed land."
"They'll consider her suggestion, after all, it's for their own good."
There had been attempts to exploit the Lost Valley before, but the lingering curse had made them ill.
Some medicines could remove the curse, even heal the damage it caused, but not everyone could afford such expensive items... At least it wasn’t likely for over 10,000 soldiers.
In his eyes, the matter should be rather negotiable.
The old priest didn't speak, his fervent gaze completely glued to Sesame Paste, or rather, the Divine Envoy.
He no longer doubted her identity.
The prophecy of doom wasn't terrifying.
If the Silvermoon Goddess had foreseen everything, he was certain she knew how to avoid such events from replaying on this land.
Lord Sien seriously considered for a second, weighing Count Losjin’s suggestion.
After all, he represented not just himself but all the nobles in Petra Fortress who favored joining the Army.
"That makes sense, you're right." Sien eventually spoke.
With the lord's affirmation, Count Losjin heaved a sigh of relief.
But before he could speak his hands, the lord turned to the captain of his personal guard, his voice cheerful as he continued, "Prepare a camel for our Count here! Send a cavalry squad with him. He shall go to the Lost Valley to speak with the Army."
Count Losjin’s mouth fell open in surprise. He stared at Sien who seemed serious. Eventually, a look of fear appeared on his face.
The guard captain saluted. "Yes!"
"Lord..."
Losjin desperately tried to say something, but was interrupted by the woman beside the Divine Envoy who was full of lies! "Let him go by motorcycle." Sisi quickly took over the conversation. She blinked twice and sighed, "It's over 150 kilometers away. It will be faster if he travel that way."
Lord Sien paused, then laughed heartily. He waved his hand in agreement. "That makes sense!"
"Alright, that shall be done!"
