Only God
Chapter 216 - 185 Love is Spontaneous

Chapter 216: Chapter 185 Love is Spontaneous

When news of the Beastman alliance’s infighting reached the Royal City, it shocked everyone from the court to the common folk.

Queen Isis found it hard to believe the news at first, and she personally summoned the Scout who brought the message, repeatedly questioning him until she finally confirmed the veracity of the news.

And those Beastman remnants who fled to the Royal City for refuge provided even more details about the whole incident.

King Chenfeng and a host of Beastman Heroes had died in the struggle for gemstones.

Among the heroes, only the Serpent Man Chira remained, having seized the Heavenly Descending Gem and vanished without a trace.

"No matter what... this is our victory,"

Queen Isis said slowly after much contemplation.

Even though this victory was sudden, catching the victors off guard,

Even Queen Isis, who had been ruling for many years, had not anticipated that the menacing Beastman alliance would not be destroyed under Ajia City but would instead annihilate themselves through mutual slaughter.

"I’m glad... I never got the gemstone, nor have I ever seen it,"

Queen Isis said, still shaken.

In the beginning, she had joined the war for the benefit of Ajia, and had once desired the gemstone, but as the war dragged on, she discarded all those thoughts.

Soon after, Queen Isis ordered the Kingdom to hold a grand celebratory festival, and she also discussed with her ministers the rewards for the soldiers.

While deciding to generously reward everyone, Queen Isis did not abandon the thought of war, on the contrary, she was just seeking the right moment.

Her keen political sense made her realize that the infighting among the Beastman alliance would inevitably lead to suspicion and possibly armed conflicts among the five kingdoms.

Queen Isis was determined to provide ample rewards to gather enough heroes and soldiers for the next war.

The grandeur of the celebration and richness of the rewards exceeded everyone’s imagination.

Each soldier was bestowed two goats, and the heroes received untold amounts of gold and silver treasures. The Royal City celebrated for a full fourteen nights, and even the normally toiling slaves were granted seven days of leisure. Drunkards could be seen everywhere in the plaza, regardless of their wealth or status.

Compared with the bustling festivities, the New Rule Garden remained very tranquil over those fourteen days.

As the Envoy of King Chenfeng, Noen too received the Queen’s rewards.

And somehow, the rewards given to Noen by the Queen were even more abundant than those given to ordinary heroes and were more generous.

Such conduct seemed as if it were meant to curry favor.

Noen used the gold and other precious rewards from the Queen to hire forty craftsmen to expand the derelict Temple.

These days, as the Prophet’s reputation spread, more and more people frequented the place, making the already small derelict Temple wholly insufficient for accommodating them all.

The forty craftsmen labored for thirty-three days and nights, gradually giving the desolate Temple a new lease on life. It now had living quarters, guest rooms, plots of land for wheat cultivation, and two stone tablets inscribed with the Holy Scripture of Logos’s people.

Noen, in this New Rule Garden, continued to teach Ancient Language and spread it far and wide.

While performing Miracles through the Ancient Language, he also narrated the past history to the visitors, and gradually, the number of people who converted grew. Every day at dawn, the sound of prayers filled the streets and alleys.

Noen looked up, gazing at the people praying in front of the Temple, their voices hushed.

Most of them were Stone Slaves, some drawn by the free wheat porridge, others by the Miracles Noen performed.

"Prophet... nearly one-tenth of the population now believes in the Lord,"

Xilan said with joy.

Noen looked at the people praying quietly and instead expressed worry,

"Among these people, how many are sincere, and how many are just pretending?

Remember, thousands of years ago,

when God saved mankind, some sincerely pleaded, while others cursed and blasphemed."

Xilan looked up, confusion evident on his face. He opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Seeing Xilan’s hesitation, Noen prompted,

"Speak, Xilan."

After nodding, Xilan said,

"Prophet... even thousands of years ago, even if some cursed and blasphemed, God still saved us.

Amongst these people, even though we do not know how many are just pretending, when the crisis comes, God will still save us.

What... are you worried about?"

After speaking, the Elf Xilan regretted his words.

He was of course devout in his faith toward God; his question was just born out of doubts that dared not be voiced and did not represent his true thoughts.

Holding the Priest’s Staff, Noen sighed softly,

"I know that even if countless people pretend, God will still save us.

However...

Even beasts know to repay their parents’ care, how can humans not know to love Him?"

Listening, Xilan expressed his confusion again:

"Prophet...

But God has not asked anything of us."

Upon hearing this, Noen recounted,

"Yes, God will not ask anything of us.

He once said to Prophet Al, ’nothing blameful, nothing fearful, nothing coercive, nothing enduring, nothing endless, nothing that can conquer death.’

Do you understand, Xilan? Love is spontaneous.

It is not blameful, not fearful, not coercive.

God won’t ask anything of us.

Because asking brings blame, fear, and coercion.

But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t love Him.

On the contrary, knowing this, we should love, love without looking back, because love is spontaneous."

Noen’s words resonated in Xilan’s ears, who suddenly understood and looked enlightened.

After a moment, Xilan smacked his forehead and hastily rummaged through a box to pull out some papyrus.

"What are you going to do?"

Noen asked quietly.

Xilan, kneeling beside the table, picked up a reed pen and began writing feverishly on the papyrus, his excitement audible,

"Prophet!

I’m going to record your words and then take them back to my people!

You have a divine mission granted by God, and my people have bestowed upon me a mission as well."

Noen smiled and nodded slightly.

The Nus Kingdom’s Twin Kings had sent the Elf Xilan as an attendant, which was clearly more than just as a safeguard.

Noen knew that as the Chosen One, he was destined to be remembered in the new historical records, and those records were destined to become the new Holy Scripture for the Elves.

That historical record would be listed alongside the Book of Kings and Prophets and the Twin Kings Book.

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