CHAPTER 464: CHAPTER 230: SHIAYAR: ACTUALLY, I REALLY AM YOUR FATHER (DOUBLE RELEASE)

And what was left for these commoners was merely the most barren part.

However... at this moment, these originally barren lands have burst forth with a vitality far more robust than the fertile fields occupied by the nobility.

If it continues like this.

Not only won’t their family need to sell off possessions in this famine.

They might even be able to store some surplus grain to deal with potential natural disasters and emergencies in the coming year.

Or even barter some of the grain with traveling caravans for some necessities of life.

"Thank you, Mother Goddess."

"For bringing abundance to me and my family."

Rosa’s father knelt on the fertile soil, devoutly drawing a cross on his chest.

Afflicted with eye disease, he didn’t know what Rosa was tinkering with, thinking it was the prayers he had sent Rosa to make at the Church of Abundance in the town with all their wealth that had worked.

It was the Goddess of Abundance who answered Rosa’s prayers, bestowing the blessings meant for the nobles on their land as well.

Beside him, Rosa also wanted to learn from her father and draw a cross on her chest.

For the residents of the Kingdom of Lortala, who worship the Goddess of Abundance, praising the Mother Goddess has long been ingrained into their daily life.

But then suddenly.

Rosa recalled what she had seen and heard in that prayer room.

Although on that golden plain, she indeed saw the Goddess of Abundance.

Yet, the existence that allowed her to create the fertilizer called "Jinkela," helping their family through the famine...

Was none other than the black-haired, black-eyed youth beside the Mother Goddess.

From beginning to end, it was clearly this black-haired, black-eyed youth who held the dominant position, and the girl who seemed to be the young version of the Mother Goddess listened to him obediently.

Moreover.

According to their conversation.

Even the authority of Abundance was personally imparted by him to the Goddess of Abundance.

"That gentle girl beside the black-haired, black-eyed human should be what the Goddess of Abundance looked like before becoming a deity..."

"Or rather, without him... the existence of the Mother Goddess wouldn’t even be possible."

Rosa’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She felt as if she had inadvertently discovered an incredible secret.

Casually granting authority, he created a deity.

As the Goddess of Abundance, who is Mother Earth, she trusted and depended on him so much.

Such an existence is evidently far more exalted, more revered than the Goddess of Abundance.

Also...

The way the Goddess of Abundance let him pat her head so obediently and lowered her head guiltily under his severe gaze without daring to retort also felt very familiar to Rosa.

Her heart suddenly moved.

Isn’t that exactly how she was like with her own father in her childhood?

So, could it be that the black-haired, black-eyed youth is actually the Father of the Mother Goddess?

The King of the Gods?

Or... the "Father of the Gods"?

...

Rosa remained lost in thought for quite a while before coming back to her senses.

Looking at the bountiful land in front of her.

And not far away, those fields still barren, the farmers with sallow faces, staring at Rosa’s piece of land with envious eyes.

At this moment, Rosa made a certain decision in her heart.

Not just to survive the famine alone.

That fertilizer, named Jinkela, evidently, could benefit more people.

Could spare more of the kingdom’s citizens from the suffering of famine and displacement.

Moreover—

She must reveal the truth to all the followers of the Mother Goddess.

The unknown truth, hidden behind history.

The one who created the Mother Goddess, granted her authority of abundance, yet stayed hidden from glory and fame, unknown to the world—

The "Father of the Gods."