Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 116: The Empire Of the Divine Goddess Of Light II
Chapter 116: The Empire Of the Divine Goddess Of Light II
Solara was an Advanced-ranked mage!
Such power was rare, but not unheard of; in fact, advanced mages were common in powerful nations such as this one. However, once her age became known, outrage and disbelief would follow.
She was only twenty-two years old!
A twenty-two-year-old Advanced mage was nothing short of monstrous! In fact, the last time that was heard of, it was during the time when the goddess of light herself was still a mortal woman!
It was no wonder that some devout believers believed that Solara was the second coming of their divine goddess!
Solara was not her birth name. Upon becoming a Holy Daughter, she had cast her old name aside without hesitation, according to protocol. Should she ever ascend to become the Holy Mother, she would cast away even the right to a name itself as those before her had done.
Before the goddess, titles mattered, but names did not.
They prayed for a full hour.
Not a single person moved during that time. The cathedral hall remained silent, filled only with the faint glow of divine light and the steady presence of faith itself.
When the final moments passed, the Holy Mother’s lips stopped moving, and she slowly closed the sacred tome in her hands. Her shoulders eased, as if a great weight had finally been lifted.
Behind her, Solara stepped forward without a word. She carefully returned the incense sticks to their place and then offered the Holy Mother a soft white towel. The Holy Mother accepted it with a gentle smile, wiping away the last traces of tears from her face.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
At that moment, the twelve Divine Paladins rose from their kneeling positions. The sound of armor shifting echoed faintly through the hall. Once standing, they bowed deeply once more, heads lowered in absolute respect.
Under normal circumstances, wielding weapons inside the holy cathedral would have been considered an unforgivable act of disrespect. Even high nobles and archmages were required to disarm before setting foot beyond the great steps.
However, the weapons carried by the Divine Paladins were an exception.
Each blade, spear, staff, and shield resting at their sides radiated a restrained yet overwhelming presence. What would shock anyone to no end, however, was that every single one of these weapons was a Mythical-grade weapon!
A full grade above even Legendary artifacts! Treasures so rare that most kingdoms would collapse into chaos over the rumor of a single one existing.
And these were not forged by mortal hands.
They were direct gifts from the Goddess of Light herself. Meaning not only were they of Legendary grade, but they were also blessed by divinity!
Their power was nothing short of phenomenal.
Because of this, the paladins were not merely permitted to carry them within the cathedral—they were required to do so at all times. To part from their divine arms was to turn away from the goddess’s will, even if only for a moment.
Every Divine Paladin treasured their weapon more than their own life. To lose it would be a disgrace beyond death. To break it would be unthinkable.
And to draw it within these sacred halls… would only ever happen at the goddess’s command.
“We greet the Holy Mother and the Holy Daughter,” they said in perfect unison.
They had come to speak with her, but upon finding the two women in prayer, none of them had dared to interrupt a sacred ritual. Instead, they had joined in without hesitation, remaining kneeling until the prayer was complete.
“My children,” the Holy Mother said warmly, her voice gentle yet carrying authority, “may the goddess’ light shine upon you.”
Every voice in the hall answered at once, including Solara’s.
“Through the darkest of times, and even in blinding brightness. From the dawn of time to the end.”
The Holy Mother nodded, satisfied. Then she fell silent, her gaze calm and expectant, waiting for them to state the reason for their visit.
After a brief pause, one of the paladins stepped forward.
Reinhardt.
He was the rank one Divine Paladin, a peak Sage-ranked mage, and a master swordsman. Like everyone present, he had golden-blonde hair, a clear sign of the goddess’s blessing, and divine beauty that bordered on unreal.
“The Legacy World is opening soon, Mother,” he said calmly.
There was no need for further explanation. Everyone in the hall already understood the weight of those words.
“Ah,” the Holy Mother replied softly, nodding. “Yes… The timing is appropriate.”
She turned her gaze toward Solara.
“We must send our dear Solara away.”
All eyes followed.
Solara remained calm, as always. She showed no hesitation, no surprise. She simply bowed her head slightly.
“Yes, Mother.”
The Holy Mother smiled. “I have no doubt you will gain greatly from this opportunity, especially considering that you will be far stronger than those the other powers send.”
Solara nodded in agreement, accepting the responsibility without complaint.
“However,” the Holy Mother continued, her tone shifting slightly, “I would be uncomfortable sending you without protection.”
“There’s no need, Mother.”
“I insist.”
She raised her hand gently.
“You shall take Althea with you when the time comes.”
A beautiful paladin stepped forward. Althea’s face was a vision of celestial perfection, framed by cascading waves of shoulder-length golden hair that spilled down around her face like molten sunlight, partially veiled by a subtle helm that perched lightly on her head without obscuring her striking features.
Her eyes, a piercing azure, held the fire of unyielding faith, while full lips curved in quiet determination.
High cheekbones and a delicate jawline gave her an aristocratic elegance, yet there was a flush to her cheeks from the intensity of the ritual, hinting at the passion simmering beneath her holy exterior.
Her body was a voluptuous masterpiece, her full breasts straining against the white and gold breastplate, narrow waist flaring to wide hips, and a plush, rounded ass that filled out the armor’s lower plates. Thick thighs and toned legs promised both strength and yielding softness beneath the gleaming metal.
A shiethed, golden saber rested in her hand, its presence calm yet deadly.
She was the youngest of the divine paladins, and of course, also the weakest and ranked twelfth. She had only recently broken through in the sage ranks and hadn’t even gotten to stabilising her core yet.
Althea bowed deeply before raising her head up.
Solara met her gaze, and the two nodded to one another in mutual understanding.
Reinhardt, however, frowned slightly and stepped forward again.
“What of the restriction, Mother?” he asked. “Althea cannot enter. She is well over a century old.”
The Holy Mother’s expression did not change.
“That is of no matter,” she said calmly. “With the goddess’ blessing, bypassing the entrance will be simple.”
She paused briefly before continuing.
“It will come at a cost.”
Althea listened without flinching.
“Her strength will be greatly suppressed while inside the Legacy World. However, the loss will not be too severe. At most, her power will be reduced to the level of a High Mage.”
Reinhardt considered this, then nodded slowly.
“That is acceptable.”
He stepped back with a low bow, signaling the end of the discussion.
