In Hadunsha, there were those who entered as new officers, and there were sponsors of the faithful living a religious life in Hadunsha.

Elishia entered Hadunsha when she was three years old. After she officially completed her training and became an officer, worshippers swarmed to every prayer service she officiated. They came with selfish intentions, to see Elishia at least once from afar.

However, what was more astonishing than Elishia’s beauty was her high divine sensitivity. Those who heard Elishia’s prayers wept, repenting their past sins and mistakes in their lives. They came out of curiosity to see Elishia, only to be reborn as faithful worshippers.

It was almost unheard of for the offspring of a noble family to enter Hadunsha. If the only child devoted to the temple, the family line would be cut off. So even if they heard the voice of the gods, there were those who did not come to Hadunsha. Also, hearing the voice of the gods did not necessarily mean they had to become officers. It was enough to live faithfully to the doctrine with a little more devout faith than the average believer.

The fact that the only daughter of a dukedom entered the temple was a topic in itself, but she also seemed to have drawn quite a few rumors since then.

Rona waited for the substitute officer in the sanctuary located deep inside Hadunsha. It was said to be a place where outsiders could not enter carelessly.

“Am I Elishia?”

The moment she blinked and asked, Rona wished she could take back her question.

She understood that Hadunsha was a substitute temple. However, all the people she encountered from the main gate to here beat their chests and shed tears of joy or sorrow whenever they saw her. They treated her as if she were someone who had returned from the dead.

‘Am I Elishia?’ she said, and everyone at once made a face as if they were going to cry. It felt unreal, like a hidden camera prank. But making so many people sad, she felt sorry as if she were playing a villain.

When Rona hesitated to get up from her seat, everyone’s eyes were on her.

“Um, I’m not Elishia, and I think I need to go.”

At her words, Iris looked as if she was about to faint.

“Where are you going? This is where you should be.”

That would be the case if she were Elishia, wouldn’t it?

“I might not be Elishia.”

At her words, Roben, Esho, and the officer brothers she had met with Iris earlier looked embarrassed.

“I bet my divine power that you are Elishia.”

“Me too.”

Then something amazing happened.

Bright halos flashed like sparks behind the heads of the two brothers. Rona was surprised and stared at them blankly. Seeing Rona’s dumbfounded expression, as if she had never seen such a spectacle, Iris let out a deep sigh.

“You really can’t remember.”

Rona nodded vigorously. The sun was setting unnoticed.

‘Ileon would be worried.’

His fit would have stopped by now. She had planned to return to the royal court around this time.

‘I want some chocolate. The one they sell at Cafe Cardinal.’

The chocolate bag she had been holding tightly in both hands was getting soggy from the sweat of her hands.

Ileon said he wanted it.

‘I’ll be back soon, Lord Ileon.’

She said she’d get it quickly.

The people who were surrounding and defending her didn’t seem likely to let her go easily.

She felt as if she was being kept from running away, they didn’t even close the door to her room.

“How about I go back today, and we meet again tomorrow or later to talk?”

At Rona’s words, they were once again dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do.

“Where are you going back to? This is where you, Elishia, should be!”

Just as Iris was about to burst out in exasperation.

Bang!

The door swung open roughly, and a middleaged woman rushed into the room. She was a woman with golden hair and violet eyes. The moment Lona saw her, she felt an inexplicable attraction. The woman’s appearance was very similar to her own face that she looked at in the mirror every day. As soon as the woman saw Lona, she burst into tears and embraced her tightly.

“Oh, my child. My baby. Sob. How could you be….”

Lona made eye contact with the woman who was sobbing and touching her head, face, and body all over.

Only then did she have that thought.

‘Am I the Elishia these people are looking for?’

Contrary to what she had been saying about possibly not being Elishia, she felt some kind of bond with the woman. Because her face and features were too similar to the woman’s to say that she wasn’t Elishia.

Lona sighed. Lona had been incarnated in another world without a place to lean on, without even a straw to grasp at.

She felt a little sorry for Illeon, who was waiting for her, but they seemed to have no intention of letting Lona go easily. It wasn’t bad to find a family or someone from afar. Rather, it was a good thing.

“Do I have proof that I am Elishia?”

The pain that had been tormenting Illeon subsided.

He had been struggling and screaming until his throat was about to burst, but now he breathed heavily.

This time, he really felt like he was going to die.

The pain he was experiencing seemed to be not just alive, but also have a self. So when he felt a treatment to ward him off, he seemed to fiercely rebel.

Inside his pupils.

Otherwise, how could it hurt every time he tried to do something to heal his eyes?

He tried not to show his pain, but he was a bit restless because he had never been sick for so long.

He wondered if he would ever say he’d rather die in front of Lona.

Lona blamed herself for making the medicine wrong just by seeing him in pain. He thought that if Illeon said he wanted to die because he was in pain, Lona might die first.

“How do you feel?”

Butler Bernard asked.

“I’m thirsty.”

Bernard familiarly brought a small teapot with a short spout to his mouth. After Illeon had been drinking water for a while, Bernard asked when he sighed.

“It’s strange. You’ve never been sick for so long.”

“So I’m thinking, this could be the medicine I’ve been looking for.”

The medicine that caused the living pain to rampage obsessively not for a moment, but for several days.

When the energy of the medicine drops, the pain subsides when treatment is given up.

But having suffered for six days since taking it once, he focuses on such a difference from the usual.

Illeon, who had calmed his breath, asked.

“Where’s Lona?”