The altar for the goddess Aria was complete.

Earth’s sculpting techniques were amazing, so the sculpture that Melody had described to the artists took only a day. 

Melody knelt in front of the goddess’ marble statue every day to pray.

Dr. Hamilton quietly approached her.

She didn’t need the wheelchair anymore. Her legs were good enough to take her wherever she wanted. 

She had become one of the goddess Aria’s most fervent believers. She had a doctorate in psychology and had always believed in humans over deities. But humans hadn’t given her legs back. 

“Holy Maiden. The guild master is here for a visit.”

[Understood.]

When she heard Dr. Hamilton’s polite words, Melody gracefully rose to her feet. She still borrowed her goddess’ voice to communicate.

If a person didn’t accept and believe in the goddess Aria, one couldn’t communicate with or receive miracles from Melody. Her blessing was closed to them. 

Melody gently smiled as she looked at Dr. Hamilton.

[In the near future, the goddess’ blessing will be with you.]

“Oh, good heavens. Thank you very much.”

Dr. Hamilton’s body trembled. Deeply moved, she followed Melody to the conference room. Watching those in despair be healed of their ailments, the members of the Church of Aria could not be prouder to be believers of...