Last night, both Webster and Vosbites had sworn oaths upon their faiths to prove they weren't lying.
While oaths of faith held no legal binding power, at their level, such oaths carried immense weight.
After stepping into the Legendary tier, they had already touched the threshold of divinity and understood that many gods truly existed.
So at this point, even though both men still held basic suspicions toward one another, they were at least able to communicate civilly.
Thus, the next morning, they agreed to cooperate in investigating Ron André to uncover the source behind the flower shop's stock and the truth behind the entire affair.
Since Ron was delivering over a hundred Nether Orchids and Crimson-Gold Chrysanthemums each month, he had to be in contact with his supplier somehow.
That was the logic Webster and Vosbites followed.
Ron, meanwhile, could more or less guess what the two Legendary figures were thinking. As he walked down the street, he sighed inwardly.
If he could avoid drawing suspicion, that would obviously be ideal.
But the System itself was a cheat, and the dimensional growing space it provided was even more ridiculously overpowered.
Even in a world of magic and battle aura, how could anyone believe in something like a system—unless they experienced it themselves?
That's why Ron needed a cover story—a way to explain away the System without raising eyebrows.
And so, he decided to tie it to the Goddess of Harvest.
The original Ron was a devout follower of Hervesta, the Goddess of Harvest, whose divine authority was conveniently related to plants.
It was the perfect setup for a little "miracle."
Especially with the System's full support.
—
Ron arrived at the Goddess of Harvest's Temple.
A priest stationed at the entrance spotted him immediately and rushed inside to inform the High Priest.
So when Ron stepped into the temple's main hall, Archbishop Morris, dressed in red robes, was already waiting. After a brief greeting, Morris smiled and invited him to sit in the pews before walking to the altar to personally lead the morning prayer.
By all rights, with Ron's donations and noble status, he should have been entitled to a private prayer room and personal blessing.
But much to Morris' frustration, His Highness Prince Ron didn't seem to like praying alone.
He insisted on sitting among the commoners, shoulder to shoulder on the long pews.
And so, Morris had no choice but to adapt.
The result?
The Archbishop—who normally only appeared for the Harvest Festival once a year—made a rare public appearance and personally led the service.
The citizens were stunned and overjoyed, believing this was a sign of divine favor, that the goddess had arranged for them to witness such a rare event.
—
Webster and Vosbites stood quietly in a corner of the main hall, quite close to Ron, carefully watching his every movement.
Even though Morris was a Fifth-Tier Wood Mage, like everyone else present, he was completely unaware of the two Legendary figures' presence.
Ron sat in the pews, and soon the System's cool voice echoed in his mind:
[System: "Two Legendary individuals are observing from the right side of the hall. Please maintain your composure."]
Ron smacked his lips in frustration.
If those two knew they were totally exposed right now, how would they react?
This is so messed up…
I should be cooperating with your performance, but I pretend not to see~
Ron nearly burst out laughing at the line running through his head.
At the altar, Archbishop Morris lifted the holy book of doctrine and began reciting the prayer.
The worshippers bowed their heads, drew the symbol of a grain stalk on their chests, and silently repeated the words in their hearts.
Ron followed suit, face filled with sincere devotion.
—
More than half an hour passed.
Webster remained calm and patient, silently observing from the corner.
Vosbites, on the other hand, was already getting irritated.
"How long is this going to take?"
Webster glanced at him.
"A typical prayer session runs between 30 minutes and an hour. It's almost done."
"Tch. Your Three Great Churches are so annoying." Vosbites grumbled. "Worshiping the God of Magic doesn't come with this much ritual. No nonsense."
"We're here to investigate. Show some patience." Webster rolled his eyes. He noticed Morris drawing the grain stalk symbol to end the prayer and nodded slightly.
"It's over."
But just as Webster finished speaking—
The entire hall changed.
A gentle green light suddenly appeared at the ceiling, unfolding like a gossamer veil.
The light carried a divine aura, calming everyone's hearts, filling them with peace and reverence.
Wherever the green light passed, lush flowers and plants sprang up from nothing.
In an instant, the once solemn cathedral became a lush sanctuary—a paradise of birdsong and blossoms.
Archbishop Morris froze, overwhelmed by what he was seeing.
As a well-read leader of the Harvest Church, he immediately recognized what was happening.
His eyes went from dazed to ecstatic, trembling as though receiving an imperial summons. He was like a concubine who had finally won the emperor's favor.
"A miracle… The Goddess is bestowing her grace upon me?"
The green light drifted gently across the pews, brushing across each devout believer's brow.
Everyone—except the two "observers"—felt a soft, holy warmth wash over them. It was like being bathed in sacred spring water. They felt refreshed, clear-headed, and deeply at peace.
Their vitality was replenished!
For Morris, something even greater happened.
His mana seed stirred—he had been stuck at the Fifth Tier for years, but in that moment, his bottleneck began to loosen!
"...Is this a miracle?" Webster stood quietly. His back bumped into a patch of soft grass and blooming flowers growing along the wall, and he shifted slightly to the side.
"...It's a miracle," Vosbites whispered in awe, his gaze transfixed by the light.
Something within that divine glow seemed to pull at him, and envy flickered in his eyes.
Though neither of them was a follower of the Goddess of Harvest and thus weren't blessed by the light, they weren't harmed either.
"The Goddess of Harvest's miracle… I never imagined I'd witness one in person." Vosbites let out a rare sigh. "That bishop got lucky—truly chosen by the goddess?"
"Divine will is beyond mortal understanding. Let's just observe for now."
Webster relaxed slightly now that the miracle seemed unrelated to them.
"Even if we mean no harm, since a divine miracle is manifesting, we should probably start to back—"
He was cut off by a chorus of gasps.
"The Goddess!"
"It's the Goddess Herself!"
In midair, the green light began to gather, slowly forming the silhouette of a woman.
Cries of reverence filled the cathedral as the believers stared in awe and worship.
Though the figure had no features or skin—just a shimmering green outline—it radiated an aura of pure holiness.
Morris's eyes welled up with tears.
Decades of devout faith had finally been rewarded. He was ready—ready to welcome the Goddess's avatar with open arms!
But before his tears could fall…
He watched in stunned disbelief as the Goddess's figure completely ignored him—and floated directly down to stand before Ron.
Morris was dumbfounded.
Webster and Vosbites were equally shocked into silence.