When it comes to fabricating miracles, Lette has never been afraid of anyone.

Sorry, but the material is just too abundant and rich; casually showing off already hits the upper limits of what this world's populace can achieve.

Nonetheless, messing around with these mystical things is genuinely interesting.

Ever since he performed a miracle at the Duke's place, all obstacles along the way vanished completely.

After witnessing the miracle of the Bright Avenue, the Duke was so scared that he rolled off his seat and personally ran in front of the carriage to beg for forgiveness.

In the end, after Lette and his party rested for a night and got ready to set off the next day, the Duke even willingly acted as the coachman, leading the carriage out of his territory himself.

The devotion he showed made the Saint Heir feel ashamed and the Pope shed tears.

Lette didn't have much of an opinion about the Duke's behavior of initially being arrogant and then showing humility.

After all, that's a kind of wisdom in life too.

And this experience in the Duke's territory provided Lette with new gameplay, opening Pandora's magic box.

Subsequently, on the road ahead of the Holy Mountain Envoy, various miracles began to occur frequently!

Such as a originally swollen river suddenly drying up, with a one-eyed stone man discovered in the riverbed engraved with Holy Mountain inscriptions.

In lands traversed by the Special Envoy, villagers started finding that their poultry and livestock learned to speak, chanting phrases like "Holy Mountain rise, Divine Envoy Emperor."

Fishermen found strips of cloth inside the fish they caught, with words written in blood proclaiming the Church Court is dead, and the Holy Mountain should ascend.

Then there's dry wood blossoming, blind individuals gaining sight, patients long comatose waking up and walking as usual.

There were simply too many!

Under the influence of these miracles, even those stubborn skeptics of the Holy Mountain and its Divine Envoy fell and became Lette's loyal believers.

Moreover, as these miracles spread, their incredibility continued to rise.

Eventually, Lette, the Divine Envoy, even became the Holy Spirit's stand-in walking in the mortal world.

In the eyes of some zealous believers, the Divine Envoy was equivalent to the Divine, with little difference between the two.

This situation was quite distressing for the high-ranking officials of the Light God Sect's Church Court.

Originally, they had already notified the powerful figures along the way, hoping to make the Holy Mountain Envoy suffer some losses before reaching their destination in the Holy City.

It was meant as a warning to the Holy Mountain side not to be too arrogant, and a display of muscle, to make them understand that the Church Court's centuries-old foundation is not easily challenged.

But nobody expected Lette to produce such bizarre miracles.

Not just those opportunistic nobles, even some high-ranking Church Court officials started defecting.

If this continues, when the Holy Mountain Envoy arrives at the Holy City, the Pope might as well exit the city and surrender, handing over his crown.

The development of the situation seemed to be advantageous for the Holy Mountain side, but Lette was not the least bit pleased.

The upper echelons of the Church Court?

Those incompetents were not even worth his attention. To put it bluntly, he never regarded them as opponents.

What he cared about was the Holy Light.

By logic, with how much chaos he caused in the mortal world, as the Divine worshipped mainly on this continent, there was no way the Holy Light wouldn't take notice and allow him to act recklessly.

Even if his previous actions were tacitly approved, what about the subsequent fabricated miracles?

Perhaps Lette's earlier actions were fulfilling the Holy Light's duties, helping solidify faith and resolving issues.

But later on, to perform miracles as a believer, it is akin to desecration of the Divine, an encroachment on Divine Authority.

No Divine could tolerate such things.

Yet, as even more egregious miracles were manufactured, the Holy Light seemed to turn a blind eye.

Or perhaps, he simply didn't look.

During his journey, Lette collected a lot of information, finding out that the class of nobles held many of the Church Court's secrets, including some filthy transactions.

But among them were also some very important pieces of intelligence.

For example, the Holy Light has not shown himself in a very long time.

This was peculiar.

Even driven by undercurrents or with no rivals in the current world, there's no way a Divine would remain hidden for so long.

Doing so over an extended period would lead to losing contact with believers, just like the Sea God and God of Life in the Holy Light Great World.

By then, no matter how elaborate the lies, they couldn't hide the fact that the Divine had abandoned everyone.

After all, the feeling during prayer, with or without a Divine response, is vastly different.

However, the situation in the Light World is that the Divine is still present. Yet he's neither actively involved nor busy, nor absent or disconnected.

He is in a hidden state.

He is there, yet not there.

This eerie standing made Lette even more curious about the Holy Light of this world.

But if the Holy Light truly didn't care, then it means no matter how outrageous the miracles he created, there would be no issue!

In other words, he could let himself go completely!

Just as Lette was brewing his next entertaining miracle, Jenny once again used her Sleeping Beauty ability, putting Aloe inside the carriage back into a slumber.

"What's the matter? Got another secret to spill to me?"

Lette raised his hand first: "I know what you want to say, these days indeed troubled you many times, but I assure you, there will be more things to trouble you, please get ready."

Being in the Light World, Lette could not use the Holy Truth Magic Ring and Holy Wisdom Cloud Library.

He could only utilize the plain Light Authority.

While still very strong, it lacked variety, so he had to rely on the all-purpose Fairy Tale Witch, Jenny.

For instance, in creating numerous miracles before and after.

Jenny in these days literally worked meritoriously, her tasks included but were not limited to…

Using the Beauty and the Beast ability to transform into an animal, mimicking fox calls in the bushes.

Diving underwater to stuff cloth strips into fish bellies.

Carving statues and tossing them into rivers, then controlling the river to make it dry up.

Many seemingly bizarre miracles were almost all achieved with her Fairy Tale Witch abilities.

There was no other way; apart from those clear miracles, other actions suited her too well.

After all, fairy tales do not follow reason.

"I'm not talking about those things!"

Jenny pouted, glaring at Lette. She was a bit envious of Emily sleeping snugly on the Holy Mountain.

"Of course, if you could lessen the odd work load for me, that would be great."

"Impossible, workload fully packed."

Lette gave a thumbs up: "Because my ideas are like a bottle of Pepsi with Mentos, gushing out in bubbles!"

"I don't know what that is, but please stop gushing! I can't take it, it's too much!"

Jenny pointed at the deeply asleep Holy Daughter Aloe: "What I want to tell you is that regarding Aloe, I have a bad hypothesis.

She might not be Cinderella.

Or rather, she skipped the Cinderella phase and went straight to Sleeping Beauty."