Only God
Chapter 420 - 371: A Golden Heart

Chapter 420: Chapter 371: A Golden Heart

Primordial Messenger... Anos.

Mira’s neck was covered with cold sweat.

Could it be... a namesake?

In the Danschel Empire, the name Anos was not uncommon.

Many girls were named Anos.

Because of the mask’s concealment, no one could see Mira’s complex expression.

However, the Elders present all saw Mira freeze in place.

Why had she reacted so?

Was this slightly abnormal behavior... the will of God?

The Elders guessed in their hearts, unclear of the reasons.

Mira stood still, wanting to turn back and look at Anos.

How did the imperial princess’s expression look now, after having been unusual since entering the Golden Hall?

Anos stood.

The words of her mother, Flora, brought her an unimaginable shock.

For a moment, her brain went blank, not wanting to think, unable to think anything.

Why had she never felt this blank before? The blankness was like the clearest sky, where there was no wind, no clouds, nothing but omnipresent light.

This emptiness seemed like a casual creation of God, seemingly simple, yet inexplicable.

Flora’s gaze did not fall on Anos. In her view, the latter was no more than a maid to the Primordial Messenger.

Looking at the "Primordial Messenger" before her, her gaze was gentle and nostalgic.

How long had it been since she had seen her?

Flora remembered that for much of Anos’s life, she had been absent.

So much so that her child’s voice had changed, and had she not known the Primordial Messenger was Anos, she certainly would not have recognized her own daughter.

For a mother, how unfortunate this was.

But it was all necessary.

Whatever resentment, whatever fury, or even hatred Anos had for her, Flora could endure it.

Everything was for that unprecedented grand plan.

A plan far greater than Heaven’s descent in the past, not to mention herself.

"Primordial Messenger..."

Facing the standing-still Mira, Flora said:

"Anos, long time no see, my daughter."

Those tender words trembled Mira’s fingers lightly.

Combining the earlier strangeness of Anos, the now gentle and intimate voice of Flora, and the early days of allegiance to the Emperor by the Night Watchman...

How could she not piece together the clues?

Anos.

The imperial princess of the Danschel Empire.

Also, the Primordial Messenger prophesied by the Primordial Church.

And the Golden Heart within her chest...

As well as the Holy Artifact brought from the Bone Church...

Mira suddenly thought of the Golden Hall mentioned in the Primordial Church’s scriptures.

Her breathing involuntarily quickened.

Flora looked at Mira reacting this way.

To the Pastor of the Primordial Church, it seemed like the daughter was caught in a whirlpool of excitement, temporarily unable to accept the shock of mother and daughter meeting.

After all, in her eyes, she herself was dead.

But she didn’t know that her death was just an illusion.

The God of Illusion had blinded her daughter’s senses, letting her believe she was dead.

In reality... she hadn’t died at all, but had left her father, returning to the city of her birth, to serve as the Pastor of the Primordial Church.

Mira slowly recovered from her astonishment, turning bit by bit, and saw Anos standing still like a mannequin.

Compared to herself, Anos was enduring a far greater shock.

Mira knew without thinking that the Empire’s princess was floundering in a void at this moment.

The girl struggled to regain her composure. It was her first time facing such a situation, and no matter how hard she tried to stay calm, her heart continued to thump uncontrollably.

"...Tell me, what is waiting for me?"

Mira’s voice trembled.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Flora’s face.

Anos... doesn’t even want to call me mother...

She must recognize me by now, right?

Could she have forgotten? No, how could she forget me?

Soon, Flora tucked away the disappointment to the back of her mind and spoke up:

"Anos, when the day is fulfilled, there will be things waiting for you that mere mortals cannot fathom even in a lifetime."

Things mere mortals cannot fathom even in a lifetime?

Mira pressed:

"Tell me."

Flora shook her head gently and said softly:

"The prophecy has not yet come to pass; on that day, the Six Gods will descend, awaiting God’s other side."

Mira was at a loss for words. She wanted to demand an answer in the name of God.

But... if she said right now: "It is God who wants you to tell me," that might instead arouse their suspicion and reveal her true identity.

After all, according to the Scriptures of the Primordial Church, the prophecy is the will of God. How then, could the almighty God do something so contradictory?

Thus, Mira kept these thoughts to herself.

At this moment, things were gradually slipping out of her control, and Mira felt an unexplained restlessness.

Perhaps... it was time to take leave for a while. No, not perhaps, it was necessary to leave this imitation of the Golden Hall – both she and Anos needed time!

"I must go."

Mira declared in a heavy tone.

The elders looked rather astonished at the standing Primordial Messenger.

Flora watched Mira intently, curbing the nostalgia on her face.

"I must go."

Mira repeated, her tone leaving no room for doubt,

"This is not my will, but God’s will.

Where God tells me to go, I will go."

The elders’ astonishment gradually subsided, and they simultaneously bowed their heads to mutter a quick prayer before focusing their gaze on Pastor Flora.

This woman, born in the city below the city, had once met with the elusive Six Gods and married into the Delos Family, guided by Their instructions. Her husband is the current Emperor of the Danschel Empire. Over the years, she had provided innumerable protection for the existence of the Primordial Church.

It could be said that in this imitation Golden Hall, besides the great Lord and the Six Gods, only Flora’s will was irrefutable.

Flora, with the Golden Scepter in hand, kept her gaze fixed on Mira.

No one knew what the female pastor was thinking at that moment.

After a moment, she slowly stated:

"Since it is God’s will, you may leave for now, Anos.

I know that in your heart, you cannot accept that I have abandoned you.

And these, I trust that God knows far more clearly than I do.

However, just as the scripture says, ’Life is a journey of return; this is the truth of life.’ Anos, you shall return to where you came from."

As her voice faded,

The previously rooted Anos jolted suddenly.

These past days, she had played the role of the silent maid beside the Primordial Messenger, up until today.

She looked at Flora, her lips parting, wanting to say something.

In the end, reason overcame all emotion.

She remained silent, not uttering a word, merely shifting her gaze away quietly.

A mother and daughter’s reunion after a long separation would typically overwhelm most with emotion so fervent that before they could even comprehend it, tears would spill forth.

But Anos did not.

After all... who made her...

Have a heart of gold?

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