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

Anthony, clutching a bone stick and emanating a holy light, whooshed into the sky.


Left behind were Little Bone, Negris, and Emil, who looked at one another in confusion.


Emil hesitantly asked, "Who was that person? He looked so wicked, I felt like Lord Adams was about to cry."


"That was the Pope of Light; you can address him as 'Your Holiness,'" Negris said.


"Pfft—The Pope? Uh, in terms of rank, who is higher, a Divine Envoy or the Pope?" Emil whispered.


"The Pope is the highest-ranking Divine Envoy—God's Spokesperson. His words represent God's will, and sometimes even God listens to him," Negris explained with hands on hips.


"No wonder he seemed so kind yet imposing. So he is God's Spokesperson, a symbol of divine majesty, and yet carries the mercy of a Pope, a harmonious unity of divinity and humanity," Emil said solemnly, full of admiration.


Negris couldn't help but glimpse at Little Bone, thinking, How did this paladin become as slick as Little Bone?


Chapter 903: That Fool is Begging for Attention Again