As it was difficult to make a living, they became so sensitive that they did not have time to look around, but they gradually regained their reason.
The farmers who were taking care of the crops that were growing again said cautiously.
"I... Chief. Do I really need to keep that Cheryl? It's indeed expensive, but it costs a lot more money to maintain it, and the loss is huge."
"That's right. During the drought. Cheryl was the only one who could get the money, so we hung onto it. And it takes more water than you think to grow cheryl. Cheryl drinks a lot more water than our children drink."
The village chief, who was greedy for a quick fortune and confused by the drought, frowned.
"...That's right. There is no benefit to us in cultivating Cheryl like this."
"That's right. And the country strictly prohibits the cultivation of cheryl. The lord has changed, and there will be an administrative inspection in the capital soon, so it would be better to sort it out as soon as possible."
One by one, people began to agree.
"Oh, by the way, didn't His Majesty see a step ahead? You started cracking down on Cheryl before we realized it. God is delighted!"
"Oh my God. I didn't know such a deep meaning and just insulted His Majesty."
"Huh. What kind of reckless guy made such a rumor?"
The rain was sung by the King's prayer, and the life of the earth was restored. No one objected to the miraculous work.
Finally, in Verite, Cheryl's cultivation was unanimously stopped.
"Lord, stop cultivating Cheryl..."
"Chief, I don't think there's anything suspicious in it."
And other villages that were in a similar situation followed the same steps.
As the cracked ground regained its luster and moisture was retained. Cheryl, which had been firmly rooted, was dug up.
Mysterious devices that are intricately intertwined and do not know whether they are making or losing money have also been shut down.
Exquisitely, the inspectors came in immediately after Cheryl was liquidated, and he narrowly escaped punishment. Everyone swept down their chests.
"What a lucky thing. I guess we've been using it as a group."
People began to sweat beads and go back to their livelihoods. And whenever they had a chance, they talked together.
"Isn't it all thanks to His Highness the King? Thanks to the prayer, the rain came, so I didn't have to hang on to Cheryl! And you knew that Cheryl was sucking our blood."
"That's right. Come to think of it, His Majesty the King and the Queen are both loved by the gods."
"Don't be swayed by such empty rumors again. He prepared all the donations and prayers for the people by hand. His Majesty is the best Saint, so why would God hate him?"
Those who were so happy and remorseful did not forget to grind their teeth. In Verite, the farmers who cooled off after farming were very enthusiastic.
"Apparently, those merchants are suspicious. Since the drought is gone, why don't you take it out? Just come back!"
"There must have been a dirty plan. Cheryl used the poor to get a share! If we see them again...they'll be scolded!"
"..."
The two people who were secretly eavesdropping on each other in black hoods retreated. Until recently, he had been struggling, but now, when he stepped on the moist ground, his dark face became distorted.
As Cheryl took root, he cast a spell on the ground. It's a curse that will never be removed with just a few rains, but how the hell can it be?
"Clearly. King Semele played a trick. Magic Tower Lord is asleep as planned, and I think he helped the King before he fell asleep."
"They said the Queen was a lieutenant mage. She alone cannot bring rain and restore the land to the whole of Semele!"
The two black wolves with stealth magic gnashed their teeth.
Their plan to tarnish the King's reputation and elevate the Queen to plunge Semele into chaos and division was thwarted.
"I'm going to brainwash them right away. Do you want them to continue cultivating Cheryl?"
"Step down. They were made to cultivate voluntarily to reduce their work. If we do that, we'll be exposed too much. Moreover, Cheryl's weakness has already been exposed, so the risk of being trampled on by the tail increases."
The two people immediately left the bar and checked out another village. However, the situation was the same. They hurriedly contacted headquarters.
"I think we need to revise my plans. It was going on without a hitch, but where did the King smell it?"
He should have known that Cheryl was suspicious, but he couldn't help but settle the situation so quickly.
Predictably, the King should have been severely criticized for punishing those who were groaning in the drought with illegal Cheryl cultivation.
"Since it failed, the plan is not a revision, but a discard."
A chilling voice came out of the pitch-black crystal ball.
He was the second in command of the headquarters, but he was also a bookkeeper and a wizard who decided all the plans of the headquarters. Their actual leader, who is more real than the first person, with his brilliant brain and magical power
"I'm sorry... again, how to bring down the King as soon as possible."
"No, come back. I will take action myself."
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
With a breathless command, the crystal ball went off. The black wolves looked around in anger, tearing their scrolls and disappearing.
Pot-!
"Oh, Lord Dunamis. Thank you!"
"Long live His Majesty the King! Long live the Queen!"
The drought, which had been going on for a long time, began to be relieved little by little. And with the vitality of the continent, the voices of praise for King Semele were also rising.
***
Temple of the capital.
"Queen. I'm very happy that you've been here for such a long time."
"Dunamis will be satisfied. Please visit us often!"
Julia smiled as she walked alongside the clinging dignitaries.
"I've been busy lately and haven't been able to visit you often. We will adjust the schedule and create more opportunities."
"It's an honor!"
"Thank you, Queen!"
The priests were stunned by the obedient words. Julia took a small breath without anyone noticing, and then smiled gracefully again.
'Phew, I've finally crossed it.'
The temples, especially the temple of the capital of Semele, were full of servants of the gods. It was a special shrine that could belong not only to divinity but also to be faithful.
Their faith in Dunamis was so unusual that Julia was treated as a guest of honor. She was the favored child of the gods, and she symbolized the gods' love for Semele beyond the Queen.
They even worshipped her almost as if they were worshiping Dunamis. Even the Grand Minister, who spent his whole life in prayer, distanced himself from the world, but greeted Julia when she visited.
"Why didn't the Grand Ministers come out to receive us today? I ask for the Queen's understanding."
"Oh, of course it's okay. I was also pressed for time, so I only attended the prayer meeting instead of talking to the priests."
Julia attended the prayer meeting to read the King's Prayer today.
Since word had already spread widely in the provinces, the participation rate of the prayer meeting here was also high. However, when the Queen attended without warning, people gathered like a cloud of people, and the prayer meeting ended with a record-breaking success.
"How happy I am to be able to accompany you like this. Dunamis will be happy to know that her child has come to her home."
"That's a big compliment. I hope I can please God."
"Alas, how faithful you are! After all, God deserves it."
Julia was a little embarrassed by the incessant singing, so she followed him into the big room.
'That's why I didn't come often. What... But this time, I also received lukewarm praise.'
The priests, excited by the miracle led by the prayer, showered great praise. Along with the strange new name of the most favorite couple in history.
'I think that was fun in its own way.'
Julia smiled slightly and covered the corners of her mouth.
'Next time, when I'm not busy, I'll bring Mion with me.'
Julia wondered what it would be like to hear a compliment right in front of him. If his blunt face was awkward in front of others, he would be pretty cute.
"This is it. Queen!"
Before she knew it, the crowd stopped. Julia stopped following her with a calm, graceful figure.
"This is the altar where the voice of God descended. Twelve years ago, a flame burned, and Dunamis said that she loved the Queen."
"This is the 'trace'."
Julia approached it with half novelty and half strangeness. The altar, once golden, was now charred.
"It's a little sad that you only told me that I am God's favorite."
It would have been better if you had told me about it yourself.
Julia said playfully. The priests, who would have done as they had done with blasphemy, only laughed because they were their opponents.
"You're right. But didn't she give you the throne of Queen Semele instead? Perhaps God meant to give her a child a good match."
"Oh, I have to agree with that."
Julia deftly took it and smiled softly. The priests were happy and enthusiastically explained the explanation.
"At that time, the Grand Duchess was offering sacrifices with the Grand Minister. Suddenly, an oracle was heard in a new flame. How much the gods love and cherish the Princess of Ametrine!"
"Mother?"
Julia blinked at the first time she heard the story. The priests nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, the records say that the High Commissioner was alone. This information was originally only granted to high-ranking hierarchs... The Queen is no exception."
"Oh. She even found the 'traces' herself, and the Queen who received the blessing of Dunamis deserves to know the glory of that day."
The priests were thrilled, as if they had accomplished their mission.
It appeared at the beginning of the first famine 14 years ago, and it was the same name as her name until it ended 12 years ago. God's favor.
'Didn't Mion know that his mother heard it herself...?'
Julia was surprised.
She knew that the voice of the gods came down from the temple of Semele's capital, adding more strength to the rumors. But she didn't know that Milady had experienced the miracle herself.
"At that time, there was a bit of a conflict between the Shin Dynasty and the royal faction. I understand that the Grand Duchess and the High Minister agreed to do it for fear of sparking a conflict."
He said he was afraid that there would be another power struggle under the pretext of trust. The record of that day belonged entirely to the temple, and it was left in the temple record book by the hand of the chief minister.
"You have grown up like this, and today you are once again realizing God's miracles. When the High Minister, who has been praying, wakes up, he will shed tears and rejoice!"
"I have no regrets even if I die now."
Julia led the priests who blindly liked her around the glorious altar. Among them, many people were full of will.
"Queen, is it really not possible to build a temple in the royal city?"
Oh, again.
"Hmmm. I think that would be a bit difficult. His Majesty is so stubborn..."
Julia, who was already cornered for the third time, quickly used Endymion as an excuse. Then, in an instant, the target changed. The priests went to Endymion as a group and were determined to get permission.
"Sorry, Mion."
Julia held back her laughter and looked away. She could see the golden altar that was said to have been burned by the power of a powerful god.
It was not burned, but a golden altar that was curiously scorched with heat.
On top of that, even the high-quality and fragrant wood used for sacrifices was preserved. The firewood from 12 years ago was not charcoal; only the color had turned black.
Julia suddenly thought about it.
'That's amazing, by the way. Why haven't I ever heard God's words?'
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