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Chapter 417 - 369: The Real Primordial Messenger?! (Extra Double Update)

Chapter 417: Chapter 369: The Real Primordial Messenger?! (Extra Double Update)

Delicate and slightly arched eyebrows, pale blue eyes, an almost discernible devoutness on her face, and pale fingers—Anos felt she could not be mistaken. At the moment she saw that woman, past memories swept her up like a tide into the ocean, making her slowly plummet in the deep sea.

Beneath her mask, Anos’s hands trembled.

What... exactly was going on?

Confusion, incomprehension, horror, nostalgia, and... joy. Complex emotions were intertwined, leaving only chaos within Anos’s chest.

The elders looked puzzled as they watched Anos step forward. What was this maid of the rumored Primordial Messenger trying to do?

Mira watched Anos. Their long time together had allowed her to see through the princess’s thoughts from small gestures.

At this moment, she knew Anos was caught in a complex memory. It seemed the princess was trapped and could not find her way out.

Mira’s gaze shifted to the woman holding the Golden Shepherd’s Staff. Her eyes beneath the mask scrutinized her from head to toe.

"Hehe... did I catch your attention?" the woman said with a smile.

"Have you seen me somewhere before?"

Anos’s lips quivered, she subconsciously wanted to say something, but Mira stepped forward and stopped her.

Mira softly said, "It’s not us who have seen you, but God who has seen you, and made us see you."

With such an enigmatic statement, the elders looked contemplative. After a while, their long years of theological study led them to believe they understood the deeper meaning.

Mira’s gaze still lingered on the woman.

The latter bowed slightly and introduced herself softly:

"Messenger, we have been waiting for you for a long time.

My name is Flora. As you can see, I am the City Lord from beneath the city, the Pastor of the Primordial Church, and a devout follower of God."

This woman, who called herself Flora, filled her voice with boundless reverence.

Mira covertly used the grace of the angels, raising her eyes to peer into the pastor’s heart.

Thus, she slowly said:

"Your name, God has already told me everything. Truly, He has numbered your future."

Upon hearing this, the elders looked at one another, and then, not knowing who started it, they brought their hands together, bowed their heads one by one, and collectively began reciting scripture, praising God’s greatness.

Anos heard nothing. She kept glancing at the female pastor.

At first, she wondered if they might look similar. After all, it wasn’t impossible for two unrelated people to unexpectedly resemble each other.

But hearing the woman’s self-identification, Anos was sure that the woman was her mother.

Flora... that was her mother’s surname before marrying her father.

Mother... why are you here?

Anos clearly remembered watching her mother die before her eyes.

The Pastor of the Primordial Church... what exactly happened to you?

The princess’s thoughts tangled like a ball of yarn; she stood like a lifeless puppet, unable to move at all.

Flora watched Mira in front of her.

Then, she said softly:

"Messenger, we have long awaited this.

Your arrival will fulfill the prophecies described in the scriptures."

Mira knew what she was referring to.

In the scriptures independently compiled by the Primordial Church, there was a prophecy that a Messenger would come to the world at God’s command, like prophets before, to act on God’s will and lead believers to witness another aspect of God.

Thinking back, when she first pretended to be the Primordial Messenger, she had not read the Scriptures of the Primordial Church; it was a spur-of-the-moment disguise.

And now, here she was, with these elders believing she was indeed the prophesied Messenger.

Could this... be a coincidence?

Mira could not understand.

Before Mira could sort out her thoughts fully, the woman named Flora approached. She gazed gently at Mira in front of her, as if she were seeing a long-lost friend.

Mira instinctively stepped half a step back.

A flicker of surprise crossed Flora’s eyes, but she quickly regained her normal composure, turned around, and pointed to the grand altar.

"Messenger, God’s messenger has come.

Soon, your six descendants will return, and you will cleanse your prophet of others’ slanders and declare the only truth to the world!"

The pastor’s tone was not loud, yet brimming with fervent determination. The elders rose in unison, saying in one voice:

"’We will pray with all our might!’"

This was a prayer quoted from "Xilan’s Story," a time when Prophet Noen’s disciple Xilan was trapped in a dungeon and made his final prayer.

Thus, God rescued him from the dark dungeon, unharmed, to see the light again.

Mira quietly watched this group of elders of the Primordial Church.

Flora pointed to a smashed seat, her voice trembling slightly:

"Messenger, my messenger, God has sent you, and we have long prepared your rightful place."

Looking at the seat, which was damaged beyond repair, Mira spoke:

"Why are the seats you’ve reserved for me only in pieces?"

Flora seemed to be prepared, as she asked for forgiveness in a calm tone:

"May you forgive us; this was not our intention.

As you can see, we eradicated your traces\, your name, your seat, all erased."

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