In Gwarga, people had gathered around a large stage near the royal palace. This was the very stage where Scarlett had executed Prince Lórien and his remaining family mercilessly, not even sparing his young daughter.
Killing Lórien's daughter was wrong, especially killing her by biting off her entire neck with her teeth. The same went for Lórien's wife—she was innocent, as was Lórien's mother.
But what about DreadHaven's people? They were innocent as well, yet they were brutally killed. Scarlett was too angry to care about all that. She was never someone to have such principles and virtues anyway, especially when her dark side had taken over. She did everything to make Lórien's soul fall.
Still, in normal cases, she would have felt guilty about killing the little girl, but somehow she didn't. She even forgot about the matter within a few days. Somehow, it was hard for her to understand her own personality.
Sometimes she didn't want attention, but then she would do something heroic that inevitably grabbed attention. Sometimes she complained about how she looked and how she didn't like acting feminine or wearing feminine things, but other times she used her beauty to get things done.
She wasn't fond of having a harem, but somehow she ended up with one consisting of three women. She didn't want to add more, yet she flirted with Seiira and a few other females for fun, knowing her beauty and charm were too great and would eventually charm those girls.
She had quite a complex personality.
Well, regardless of that, last time, as Lórien and her family were tortured here both physically and mentally, the entire audience watched them suffer in peace. Scarlett didn't know if it was because they were declared as traitors who helped the demon king, thus hatred for demon kings was directed toward them.
Or maybe it was simply because these poor people liked to watch the rich royal suffer in front of them. Or maybe it was like Scarlett had said—this world's people were more idiotic than her previous world where she was born?
Or maybe it was a combination of these?
Whatever the case, today wasn't going to be that same show.
Scarlett was a goddess after all, and filthy things like torture were unbecoming of her and her status.
Unlike last time, the crowd was smaller here, but that was only because Leonidas didn't announce throughout the kingdom what was going to happen.
His task was to contact newspaper and article agencies to send some of their employees here to write whatever happened here while witnessing it with their own naked eyes, and then spread it to the world.
The people who gathered here were because some rumors about something going to happen had slipped through. It was something related to Scarlett, but they didn't know exactly what.
"I heard Lady Scarlett will make an appearance here," one said with a serious voice.
"No way, why would she be here again? Especially when we fools framed her as a villain. We don't deserve to even see her silhouette," another said with a guilty tone, mixing his fingers like he was praying.
At that moment, another man overheard their conversation. He had a thick beard and rough clothes, holding a bottle of booze. He looked like a drunkard, but actually, he was a popular Rank C adventurer. Many regarded him as the "Drunken Lord."
"You, you were a priest right?" he said, pointing at the second guy. "What's so special about her? That bitch killed so many royals, don't you know? Or do you not read newspapers? Well, a priest who stopped worshipping his goddess for a fake one has to be retarded!" he said, chuckling to himself with a sneer.
At once, several angry gazes fell upon him. Not because he disrespected an ex-priest, but because he disrespected Scarlett.
Most of those present here had seen Scarlett last time and were still mesmerized. All in all, more than half of the crowd were supporters of Scarlett, while some of them, like the drunken lord, were unaware of Scarlett and just present here out of curiosity.
"You better not say any more words about Lady Scarlett," one said, pushing him back.
"It's 'Goddess Scarlett' you idiot," a female added from behind.
"How dare you? Someone so beautiful can't be bad," another joined in.
"Stay at the backside, or get the hell out of here," another shouted.
In such a short span of time, a small group formed and shoved him to the back from the front row.
Being a Rank C adventurer, the drunken lord was more powerful than most of them, but he couldn't just attack normal civilians, or else his guild would surely punish him for breaking guild laws and rules.
"Hmph! Whatever," he sneered, crossing his arms and standing at the backside of the gathered crowd.
Attention was drawn away from him as many people started talking to each other, gossiping about what was going to happen. Some pointed at the dozens of journalists gathered around the stage.
At that moment, a few people came to the stage and started playing saxophone and drums, as if announcing the entry of some warrior, grabbing everyone's attention.
Yet no one made any announcement of who was going to come. As the whole crowd's gazes were glued to the stage, those people stopped and went back.
And then, everyone's eyes widened.
From behind the stages, Scarlett walked up, her figure slowly showing itself from the light. Lunatic was also there, but after a few steps, she decided to stay behind while Scarlett took the whole lead.
"Scarlett... It's Lady Scarlett!" one shouted on top of his lungs.
"Goddess Scarlett! I was dying to look at you again!"
"Marry me please!"
The whole crowd turned full of life and excitement.
Of course, there were unreasonable and vulgar chants as well, but Scarlett didn't care what they said anyway.
Meanwhile, behind the crowd, the drunken lord looked at Scarlett for the first time, his eyes widening beyond belief.
The booze fell from his trembling hand, Fell and cracked with a loud thud! Yet he didn't give a single thought at it
His whole attention was on Scarlett.
The purple hair, juicy purple lips, creamy white skin polished like onyx stone, the height width , all in one body proportions and facial features—everything... How could someone be so perfect?
His knees trembled; he could barely stand, struggling to even say a word that could describe his astonishment.
One thing he was sure of—he was now another follower in Scarlett's long list.
Scarlett looked at the whole crowd with a satisfied smile, although the smile did cause a few to faint on the spot.
"We meet again," she said, her voice echoing like a sweet humming tune.
"Although the reason for this visit is quite different, I wouldn't take much of your time. I'm here because of the goddess's will," she said.
Confusion spread through the whole crowd as whispers and gossip immediately started.
But then Scarlett clapped, the sound grabbing everyone's attention back to her.
"I'm all aware of the vile allegations the Holy Knights and Mystveil have put on me. Those fools have forgotten that they offended their own goddess, whom they swore to serve, but they are like my children. So it is up to me to bestow some punishment sooner or later to make them educated and behave," she said, acting as if she was actually the ancient goddess of beauty, battle, and love.
"As for the allegations put on me, I will not waste my time proving them wrong. I'm the incarnation of your goddess. That is not just the truth but a fact," she added in an authoritative voice, silencing the whole crowd.
Although the journalists were a little bored by the statement, things didn't seem as spicy as they had thought. Of course, just seeing Scarlett was worth coming here.
But then Scarlett continued, her voice dim and full of pain this time.
"I do not do anything unless my main body personally instructs me to. That is why I'm still silent, because your goddess believes in your faith," she said, motivating everyone.
"But," she paused, her expression even more painful, "one thing that has surely hurt your goddess: your king's death," she said.
A loud gasp of shock spread through the crowd, their expressions as if asking: Was this actually true?
Journalists also wrote down a few things in their notes.
"That is right. Someone so innocent, pure, kind, and selfless doesn't deserve to die. A chivalrous man like him comes once in centuries," she said, clenching her fist.
"Urgh... I feel so cringe!" she shouted inside her head, her mouth growing sore from the words she was uttering.
But she continued anyway.
"That is why the goddess has decided to make your delightful leader Leonidas come back to life!" she announced.
"W–WHAT?" the whole crowd shouted in utter disbelief.
Even journalists were caught off guard. They had seen many powerful mages resurrect someone, but that was only because their souls were preserved and weren't wounded. Of course, normal citizens didn't know about this.
They only knew that some powerful and supreme mages could do it if a person had died shortly. Of late, their souls would travel to the gates of reincarnation and rebirth with no return.
But Leonidas had been dead for days. Nothing could make him come back, yet somehow Scarlett was claiming to resurrect him once again.
Who could even do that?
Surely... a goddess!
Scarlett knelt on the ground, mixing her fingers into each other, making a fist, as if she was about to do a prayer.
"Here, right in front of you, I'll pray to the goddess, and she'll show you her miracle. Make sure to pass the tales of this miraculous day to generation after generation," she added.
With that, she closed her eyes—not that anyone could see behind her blindfold if she had her eyes open or closed.
Her lips trembled as she was whispering some prayers, though of course she was just acting as if she was mumbling some divine words.