Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The man didn't seem to care. He knelt by the road, his face expressing a mix of emotions - crying, laughter, and a vacant stare as if he were lost in thought. Once he calmed down, he slowly nodded towards Ange, speaking deliberately, "Castrato singer, Senlide, thanking my Lord for granting me... Rebirth."


Ange, as if sensing something, looked up. He only saw a large Soul Flame from Senlide hovering towards him, and a symbol materialized within his soul.


This Soul Flame didn't drift towards Little Angel like others did, instead, it went straight to Ange. Apparently, what Senlide worshipped wasn't Light, but Ange himself.


Another follower with a symbol? It had been a while since Ange had met a follower who could form a symbol. Ange couldn't even remember how many such followers he had. Was it five or six?


Forming a symbol wasn't particularly special; what was special was...


Chapter 163: Defining Sacred Light·Rebirth_2