Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-1070

Orion's Manor

In a spacious wooden bedroom decorated with numerous gems on the ceiling and various wall sections, a queen-sized bed was at the centre, flanked by two large drawers on either side at the foot of the bed.

Orion stood beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Crystalia, who was being tended to by Greta and her former assistant, Lola. He had been fortunate enough to catch them discussing in the manor after concluding their work for the day. He had immediately entrusted Crystalia to them for treatment, explaining what had caused her current condition.

After several minutes, the two healers halted their efforts, drew their hands back, and tiredly shook their heads.

"We've tried everything we can, but it's as though her entire constitution is transforming, even at the cellular level, making our efforts ineffective. The only thing we can do now is wait for her to wake up. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger, so she might awaken soon," Greta said, shifting her gaze to Orion.

"Or, we could try to find a way to remove the Divine Apostle crest since it seems to be the source of all this. However, I doubt that's something we'll be able to accomplish easily," Lola added, her tone defeated.

After the development of the Orion's Cities, Lola had risen to a high-ranking position within the Healer's Association. She owned a business with several branches across the Orion's Cities, trading all kinds of herbs from the farms to the Healer's Association and the inhabitants of Paradise.

Despite the competition, her status as a high-ranking member of the association and the former assistant to the best healer gave her a significant advantage over others.

Over time, she had grown tremendously, mastering various healing techniques that made her incomparable to her past self. However, despite all her growth, she could still not treat the young woman lying on the bed before her.

Orion frowned. He pondered for a moment before nodding in understanding. "Okay, you both can get some rest. You've done your best," he said.

He knew removing the Divine Apostle's Crest was impossible, as they did not even understand how Naka had managed to create it.

Lola nodded in understanding and stood up from the bed. She had already promised her family that she would return home today and didn't want to break that promise.

Lola nodded at Greta, then bowed to Orion before turning around and exiting the room.

"Have you informed Selene about Crystalia's condition?" Greta asked, her eyes fixed on Orion.

Today was supposed to be the last day of Crystalia's request to finalise their relationship with all three. So, she was concerned about how Selene would react if she arrived at the manor uninformed about Crystalia's health beforehand.

"I've already asked Merida to inform her about what happened, so she should be here soon," Orion responded, understanding Greta's concerns but assuring her that he had already made arrangements.

Greta nodded, exhaling in relief.

Orion then turned his attention to Aerialia and asked, "Do you know what's happening to her?" The Crimson Greatsword hovered in the air by his left while Aerialia stood by his right. "Whatever transpired with the Divine Apostle Crest is not something I'm familiar with. I also need an explanation of what's going on," Aerialia replied, her gaze shifting from the unconscious Crystalia to Orion.

Ever since she arrived in this world, her logic and knowledge had been continuously overturned, and now it had reached the point where she even began to doubt her identity as a goddess. Utilising her divine blood to create such a Divine Apostle Crest was beyond comprehension.

She was left dumbfounded by Orion's explanation about its reaction to spirit beasts. It should have been impossible, and yet it wasn't. For the first time since she arrived in this world, a realisation emerged in Aerialia's mind.

Could it be that Naka had become an existence that had surpassed a god, or perhaps a True god?

Only the Omnithriallians and the first race were known to have achieved such a feat. Still, after learning about Naka's origin, Aerialia felt fear sprout within her heart.

If she hadn't noticed a divine being in the past, she would have doubted whether any divines still existed. However, since they did, all she needed to do was ensure that Paradise grew stronger so they could locate one and swiftly uncover the state of the current world.

Upon hearing Aerialia's response, Orion's frown deepened. He was increasingly worried that Aerialia—an all-powerful goddess once omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent-was now informing him that she had no understanding of issues related to the divine. Suppose the races could find a way to survive within this Vylkr-infested world utilising the Devourer's bracelet and Runaway Cities. Shouldn't it also be possible that the divine beings who once stood at the apex had developed new survival methods, especially with the emergence of the Vylkr spawns?

Indeed, such growth was plausible! But the issue was that they had no idea of its extent. The knowledge Orion had gathered from the spies mainly was from other Grade One Runaway Cities, with the rest coming from the Journeying Jaguar and Wandering Wolf Borough Runaway Cities. This information allowed him to understand that the gods had not been in contact with the races for a long time and had indeed become the stuff of legend.

If he needed to gain more knowledge, he would need to approach a Grade Three Runaway City because he knew they would definitely possess some information about the gods and might even be inhabited by one. However, he would first need to handle the Grade Two Runaway

Cities.

Witnessing their entire conversation, Greta clasped her hands together, drawing their attention toward her. "Alright, there's no need to make such long faces. Lola and I have checked her condition, and she is fine. So, the only thing we can do is wait until she wakes up. Why don't we go downstairs and rest while Aerialia stays here and keeps an eye on her? Maybe she might uncover something."