Only God
Chapter 160 - 138 God, I Am Willing to Believe in You

Chapter 160: Chapter 138 God, I Am Willing to Believe in You

The Priest’s time of death had finally arrived.

The slaves in the cell were all weeping for the old man, their hearts of flesh and blood immersed in an atmosphere of sorrow.

During their days in the cell, the slaves had endured the torment of hunger and thirst, suffering through painful trials, sustained by the Priest’s enthusiastic voice and the legends he told.

The morning came silently; the Priest no longer told stories to the slaves, he had finished all he had to tell.

The old man looked at the cell across, comforting the souls of those in misery.

"I am already too old; even without the death penalty, I wouldn’t live many more years."

The Priest’s voice was weak yet gentle,

"To me, you are like my children. I thank God for allowing me to meet you."

Noen stared straight at the Priest, tears swirling in his eyes.

The Priest knelt on the ground, smiled at Noen, then closed his eyes and quietly brought his hands together, his face filled with tranquility.

Sunlight passed through the tiny window of the cell and fell into the darkness.

The Priest lowered his head toward that beam of light.

"Lord,

may I grasp your hand?

Lead us into the miracle of life,

allow us to hear the divine voice,

save us, do not let us perish.

Lord, I love you."

The Priest softly recited a prayer he had written, his life drawing to a close, he could do nothing but pray to God for final peace.

The slaves instinctively knelt down, their hands together, following the Priest, quietly praying to God, offering their final prayers for him.

What saddened them most was that they now had to part with the Priest, part forever.

Noen also knelt down, softly reciting the prayer the Priest had chanted.

This tough, enduring, and calm prayer touched the young man’s heart.

After the prayer, the Priest opened his eyes, saw their skin wrapped around bones in hunger, and felt intense pain in his heart.

Time quickly approached dusk, and that day, a Minister from the Palace stepped into this prison.

With so many people locked up, the place naturally reeked, and the Minister had to pinch his nose as he walked inside.

Led by the jailer, the Minister walked in front of the Priest’s cell, disdainfully glancing at the kneeling convicts.

The Priest calmly lifted his eyelids.

"The Queen has commanded me to ask if you have any final wishes?"

the Minister inquired.

In his eyes, the Priest was the chief culprit who had caused the King’s death.

The Priest no longer made any arguments, he looked up at the Minister, then turned his gaze to the other cells.

The slaves all moved to the front of their cells, staring straight at the Priest who was about to be taken to the execution ground.

The Priest saw these people, moved his lips slowly, and said:

"Give them bread and water."

The Minister paused, turned his head, and saw a group of Stone Slaves looking like ghosts.

He hadn’t expected the Priest’s final wish to be so simple.

The Minister turned and left the prison, reported to the Queen, and soon several jailers brought in big baskets of bread and buckets of water.

Under the Priest’s watchful eye, slices of dry bread and bowls of clear well water were distributed to the slaves, who had been starving for many days and devoured the bread and gulped down the water.

The Priest watched them and smiled from his heart.

Noen, holding his bowl of water, looked at the Priest, his lips moving, but he didn’t know what to say.

The Priest just said:

"Drink, child, drink, that’s the water I prayed for you."

Noen nodded heavily, sipping the water in his bowl.

"Priest..."

He looked at the weathered old man before him, his voice trembling:

"After I get out, I want to go to the desert, I must go to the desert, I will cross that place, searching for the homeland you spoke of."

That was both a statement and a promise of farewell.

Hearing Noen’s words, the Priest showed no surprise, only nodding and smiling.

Those aged eyes stared straight at Noen.

"Noen, are you ready?"

Noen opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the old Priest spoke first,

"Don’t tell me, I am the one who is to die; tell God, tell the Savior."

Noen was momentarily stunned, then knelt, bringing his palms together in prayer.

The old Priest looked at Noen with reassurance, bowed his head, and made a final prayer for the young man’s future life.

The light that passed through the prison window into the dark cell was very gentle.

Soon after, the Minister entered the cell surrounded by Guards.

The slaves realized something, and they instantly became agitated, rushing to the front of the prison door.

They cried, shouted, and cursed at the Guards, warning them not to take the old Priest from this place.

But it was to no avail: the cage separated them and confined these Stone Slaves.

The door of the old Priest’s cell was slowly opened, and his frail elderly body slowly rose.

As the Guards were about to restrain his hands, the old Priest made one last request to the Minister.

"Let me come close to them, to speak a word to them."

The Minister immediately fell into hesitation.

A moment later, he slowly nodded.

"Go ahead."

The Guards let go of the old Priest, watching him as he approached the slaves inside the cell.

The old Priest, separated by the cell, embraced these Stone Slaves, seeing them as his own children while his tears continually fell.

Finally, the old Priest came before Noen, and after embracing him, he kissed the young man’s forehead.

"Go forth, child, embark on your journey.

I have a premonition,

nothing can limit you, nothing can confine you."

Noen’s tears streamed down; he couldn’t utter a word, only silently listening to the old Priest’s last testament,

"Just like the Elves led by Dorias,

those who have lost their homeland,

must ultimately find their faith again, returning to the mountain where God once stood."

Having given his final instructions, the old Priest stood up and left in front of the cell, untouched and unretainable by anyone.

"Goodbye, I will not be able to meet you all again."

The Guards took the old Priest away; his figure gradually receding, disappearing from the slaves’ sight.

Dusk passed, and night flooded into the cell, the time unknowingly reaching midnight.

After the slaves finished crying, they quieted down, the entire prison suffused with sorrow.

Noen sat in front of the cell door, surrounded by the intermittent breathing of exhausted slaves who had fallen into deep sleep.

He knew that the old Priest was dead.

Yet he felt the words of the old Priest still lingering in his spirit.

Noen remembered a story.

The old Priest had said that Prophet Al, after enduring countless hardships, reached the peak of the mountain and asked God about the answer to death.

"True spirit must come to life from here."

Noen murmured the phrase over and over.

He did not cry, just brought his palms together.

He did not know what had awakened his long-dormant faith.

Perhaps it was the death of the old Priest, maybe it was a bowl of well water in his hunger, or perhaps it was the flowing bloodline of Logos.

In any case, in any case...

An undeniable force filled his heart.

"God,

I am willing to believe in you."

Oh, you Angels of the Divine Kingdom,

you do not yet know,

on the earth,

there is a child who will find home for the suffering ones and bring back the faith for thousands of people.

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