Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1082: Ilse Awakens Again



Ilse could only watch as she was dissected from head to toe, dragging the name of the divine through the dirt, as she stared in a daze until she lost consciousness.

Ilse was beginning to hate the idea of waking up.

Her eyes flickered open again, and she was met with an abomination-neither mortal nor divine—that made her instincts scream in fear, warning her of impending danger. Ilse searched her memories to understand what it was, but she couldn't come up with any explanation.

All she could guess was that her reaction meant her former self had encountered something like this before, leaving an instinctual memory imprinted on her very soul even after death. A woman stood by its side, and just like the man who had rendered her unconscious, Ilse sensed something eerie about her presence. After a while, he arrived, surprisingly accompanied by a goddess. This reminded her that she had initially overlooked the goddess's existence after her first awakening due to the commotion it caused and the mortal's attack on her.

Fortunately, she could grasp her current plight and understand why her abilities were

restrained when facing the mortal that had assaulted her. She learned about her situation, and though it was more than she had initially expected, she planned to bide her time, plotting her escape until the moment was right.

There was no way she would spend the rest of her new life under the servitude of a mortal being. She was Ilse, the goddess of treasures and considered herself far too valuable to be reduced to such a worthless position.

Alas, she could only continue to play along to ensure her safety as she fell back asleep. It didn't take long before she awakened once more and sensed a familiar figure from the centre of the floating island quickly approaching her direction.

Ilse exhaled tiredly, ensuring she maintained the right demeanour to avoid

misunderstandings about her intentions, which the goddess beside him could easily pick up.

Ilse would have liked it more if she could remain awake.

Orion landed before the home where Ilse was being held, with the Crimson Greatsword hovering beside him.

After one month and three weeks, Ilse had finally awakened, and Orion felt relieved that his predictions about her awakening were accurate. He didn't want to wait several more months before leaving for the exploration and risk having the Journeying Jaguar, and the Wandering Wolf Borough Runaway City question the current situation.

The longer they dragged on, the more attention they drew to their current location. Although they might have spied on their side to cover for them, if the observers were perceptive, it was only a matter of time before their presence would be discovered.

Orion cast a brief glance at Morphic Puppet before walking into the building. He saw Ilse lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

"I know you're awake. I've told you many times that I wouldn't harm you again, so there's no need to pretend," Orion said, shaking his head as he pulled a chair from beside the wall with his One-winged Sky Art closer to the bed and sat down.

Ilse's eyes flickered open. She let out a defeated smile and then sat upright on her bed.

"I've already called the Primserions' Leader, and she will be arriving with a few of the Prismerion race," Orion said. He summoned the miniature mountain from its mark and retrieved Solara's Divine Eye.

"But until then, I want to know if you can replicate this Divine Artefact. We need it for Paradise's future advancement," Orion added, placing the brilliant orb, glowing with gold, amber, and crimson hues and adorned with delicate lattice patterns resembling intricate veins of a leaf, forward.

Ilse hesitated, then stretched out her hand and took the orb from Orion. She examined the orb, cross-checking it from side to side before nodding at Orion.

"This is a High-Tier Divine Artefact, comparable in value to the Crimson Greatsword hovering beside you. It must have taken considerable effort for any divine being to forge it. Though I can recreate it, my current abilities wouldn't allow me to produce a version on par with the original," Ilse replied, reflecting her curiosity about how Orion had acquired so many divine artefacts.

Possessing even a single High Legendary Artefact was enough for a mortal to command reverence and worship for years. However, the mortal before she possessed two, including the frightening entity guarding this building, which she suspected was comparable to a divine being.

Orion was surprised by Ilse's assessment. He guessed that Aerialia's current form limited her ability to fully understand the artefact beyond its divine nature. Nonetheless, knowing that Ilse could replicate it, albeit with reduced capabilities, relieved him as it still aligned with his plans.

"Alright, you can go ahead," Orion nodded.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I need to see my children before replicating this Divine Artefact. I'm afraid it will consume all my remaining energy and force me back into unconsciousness if I do so," Ilse responded, shaking her head in refusal.

Understanding that Ilse's words were reasonable, Orion realized his mistake. "We'll wait until they have arrived before we begin."

Ilse nodded, then glanced at the silent Aerialia, observing their conversation as though she had no intention of participating. She then focused on the brilliant orb in her hands, finding it intriguing as the mortal beside her.

Three hundred Prismerions from each of the prominent clans bowed with their heads and knees firmly planted on the ground. Their hearts raced with excitement and smiles spread across their faces as they knew this day would be immortalized in Primserion history.

After many years without the guidance of their goddess, she had finally emerged to lead them once more. Nevertheless, they were all aware that this became a reality due to Paradise's efforts, which deepened their devotion to Paradise.

Selene stood at the forefront, in the same position as the rest, leading the greeting to their creator, Ilse, the goddess of treasure.

Author's note: I lost my entire draft yesterday and had to rewrite it. I'm sorry for taking so long.