Only God
Chapter 235 - 201

Chapter 235: 201

The battle at the Ajia Royal City that almost destroyed the city walls ended in an exceedingly abrupt manner.

At that moment, something occurred as though a miracle had suddenly manifested itself: Claudiu, who had until then been galloping across the battlefield, fell from the sky all at once. The wings that he had been brandishing became rigid in an instant, and he plummeted motionlessly onto the city walls, as if stricken by a sudden death.

This scene left soldiers on both sides unable to react until a cry of alarm broke the silence. The blood-covered Three-eyed Ape People surged forward, and countless spears instantly pierced through that rigid body.

The tyrant Claudiu had died in a strange way.

And with his death, the army that had been held together by fear crumbled to nothing in almost a single night, dispersing like smoke.

A disaster that could have destroyed all of Ajia came with great fanfare but ended so absurdly that it was beyond comprehension.

It was simply too inexplicable; the Three-eyed Ape People had no choice but to attribute it to a miracle.

With the enemy’s withdrawal, the Three-eyed Ape People flocked to the Great Temple to offer sacrifices, presenting an innumerable number of offerings to the Divine Statue of Kagawus, filling the entire hall to overflowing. And the remaining Three-eyed Ape People filled halls dedicated to the Gods, as well as a hall that had no Divine Statue but only murals, with countless offerings.

The entire Great Temple was overwhelmed with offerings, and the surviving Three-eyed Ape People were immersed in joy and happiness. In the temples throughout the streets and alleys, there was not a single hall without offerings overflowing within.

Meanwhile, in the New Rule Garden, the excited Believers also made their offerings. The simple altar could not hold them all, so they piled up around the base, filled the surrounding area to capacity, and then placed more on the floor, stacking layer upon layer, circle upon circle. The Believers shed tears, constantly reciting prayers and quoting the words from the two Holy Scriptures taught by Noen.

Salvation had come.

They had finally been saved.

Under God’s protection, that rampaging tyrant had fallen upon the walls of Ajia.

But amidst the citywide joy, the Believers were still not greeted with the Prophet’s return.

As time passed, unease began to edge into their joy, and the Believers knelt and prayed throughout the night. They continuously recited Scripture, pleading for God Will to bring the Prophet back.

This situation persisted for seven days.

The Believers of New Rule Garden ultimately did not witness the Prophet’s return.

But the Believers did not despair because of this. On the contrary, after the initial unease, they found hope in remembrance. The miracle on the city walls was so vivid that their faith convinced them the Prophet had not died but had been called by the Lord to accompany God.

At first, this claim was merely conjecture. Over the seven days, the Believers occasionally speculated about the Prophet’s whereabouts.

But soon, the conjecture spread from one to ten, then ten to a hundred. This speculation appeared more credible and compelling than any other, reaching the ears of all the Believers.

Among the Believers, those with some wisdom began to recall the content of the Scriptures, searching for corroboration.

"Did not Prophet Al once say, ’To love, to praise, to walk with you?’

So it was with Al, and so it is with our Prophet Noen!"

With these words of conviction ringing out in New Rule Garden, the Believers no longer harbored doubts. They began to believe that Noen had not perished but instead left the material world to walk with God.

With this psychological anchor, the Believers were no longer perplexed. Surrounded by happiness, they sang songs loudly, with the Nobles leading the way, playing harps and other instruments.

Upon the earth, people reminisced about the Prophet, blessing the Prophet.

They said that even before the miracle became manifest, the Prophet was the evidence of the miracle’s existence.

As the Royal City held a grand celebration for the victory of the war, the story of Prophet Noen was no longer limited to the Believers but began to spread throughout the city.

In the first few days, Minstrels, as after the previous war, sang of the heroes’ deeds and the Prophetic God Kagawus’s favor. But the Prophet’s story quickly revealed its influence in the poetry.

In those poems, the heroes’ achievements gradually faded, while the Prophet’s miracles took center stage. The Prophetic God Kagawus, supported by the communal faith of the entire race, was not replaced, but the revelation and care of the Supreme God, the creator, began to be mentioned repeatedly.

The Ministers and Nobles who had never set foot in the New Rule Garden expressed deep concern. They advised Queen Isis repeatedly, but to their surprise, the woman who wielded power simply ignored them. She neither opposed nor approved, nor did she even wish to raise the topic proactively.

And the Priests of the Great Temple, too, responded to the entire event with silence.

Without understanding what had transpired with them and lacking support, the Ministers and Nobles had no choice but to let it be.

The celebration lasted a full forty-one days, corresponding to the forty eclipses, with the extra day promising the usual rise of the sun.

In short, the disaster had passed.

The tyrant who conquered nations was no more, and the Three-eyed Ape People returned to peace, with no one daring to offend the land of Ajia again.

These races, created by the Prophetic God, had lived generation after generation for three millennia in this land nurtured by rivers, with dynasties changing and stars shifting, one generation passing and another arriving, the land of Ajia enduring forever.

Baird stood atop the city walls.

Beside the great hero, not other heroes of Ajia, but Casas.

"Has Noen... really walked with the Gods?"

Baird asked softly.

"I don’t know, I didn’t see him leave with my own eyes."

Casas’s voice was filled with melancholy,

"But that’s what people say,

this is,

the legend of Prophet Noen."

Baird smiled, although he was not keen on war, he was pleased with the praises of the minstrels.

Now, all those poets were singing of Noen,

Obviously,

Noen’s legend would be embellished and passed down forever with the praises of the believers.

"I’m leaving here."

Baird said in a low voice.

Casas looked surprised, asking,

"Where will you go, Baird?"

"To search for the Heavenly Descending Gem, remember? My beloved, she is still in slumber."

Baird, caressing the hilt of his sword at his waist, said with a smile.

Casas spoke out to stop him:

"You are a hero of Ajia, and so many people would embrace you if only you spoke up.

Why must you obsess over this?"

Baird paused, his gaze drifting to the distance, then said slowly,

"I don’t know, perhaps it has become an obsession of mine,

perhaps... I have already invested too much to simply let go.

But I... must find that Heavenly Descending Gem,

I have only won two great victories,

and the third great victory has yet to come."

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