Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 460 - 229: "Corruption" and "Hypnosis" Tags Are Perfect Partners (Double - )

Chapter 460: Chapter 229: "Corruption" and "Hypnosis" Tags Are Perfect Partners (Double Chapter)

However, since the time of Rosa’s birth, she had never witnessed the golden fields of wheat that were rumored to cover the hills during the Kingdom of Lortala’s harvest.

No one knew exactly what had happened to turn the once prosperous kingdom into a land of unpredictable weather, plagued by floods and droughts at a moment’s notice.

Even the fertile soils of the plains had turned barren and unsuitable for farming.

Since then, poverty and famine became the main themes of the Kingdom of Lortala.

And in times of famine, praying to the Abundance Cult, to the great Mother of Abundance, became the only way for the afflicted people of the Kingdom of Lortala to survive.

However—

Even just obtaining the privilege to pray to the Mother of Abundance was not easy.

"My father has an eye condition, so he instructed me to pray to the Mother."

Rosa timidly glanced at the guard of the Church of Abundance and cautiously spoke.

"Furthermore, my father specifically instructed me to bring all our remaining savings."

She took out a few brilliantly polished copper coins from her pocket and placed them in the guard’s hand.

Seeing the shiny copper coins, the guard’s expression softened a bit.

He glanced at Rosa, dressed in tattered clothes and looking small and thin, and waved: "Go in."

"The prayer room is left of the entrance."

"Remember, sincerity leads to miracles."

"Only with the most sincere and devout faith in the Mother will she respond to your prayers and bless your land with abundance."

"Okay."

Rosa nodded, then cautiously walked into the church.

The Church of Abundance was both solemn and magnificent.

Though it was merely a church in a small town, it could be described with words like luxurious and splendid...

In stark contrast with the worn and cracked buildings of the town outside the church, and the haggard faces and dim eyes of the people on the streets.

Following the guard’s instructions, Rosa quickly found her way into the prayer room.

Inside the prayer room, the statue of the Mother of Abundance was made entirely of pure silver, dignified and noble.

"Be sincere."

"Only with the most devout faith in the Mother during prayer will she respond to my aspirations."

Looking at the luxurious and graceful statue of the Goddess of Abundance, Rosa recalled the guard’s words and her ailing father’s instructions before she left.

She tried to calm her mind.

Then, she tried to sincerely have faith in the deity that symbolized abundance, the embodiment of the earth and harvest.

However, whenever Rosa tried to praise the Mother of Abundance as if under hypnosis,

her heart inevitably, and uncontrollably, brought forth one puzzling thought after another.

If the Mother is truly as the teachings say, capable of bringing a bountiful harvest to this land...

Then why has the Kingdom of Lortala, once covered with golden wheat as the elders say, now become synonymous with famine and barrenness?

And if the Mother truly loves the people, unable to bear seeing their suffering and disasters, hence descends to the mortal realm to protect her children...

Then why is this Church of Abundance so luxurious? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Without mentioning anything else... just the statue of the Mother of Abundance made of pure silver in this town’s church, if it were cast into silver ingots and sold to the traveling caravans...

The grain it could be traded for would be enough to feed thousands in the town and neighboring villages for several months, helping them endure this famine.

Who knows how many lives could be spared.

Even knowing that such thoughts of melting the statue into silver ingots and selling them to merchants were a great disrespect to the Mother of Abundance,

If such thoughts were known by the zealots in the Religious Order, it would be enough to have her tied to the stake.

However, remembering the haggard and dim faces of the farmers along the way, and her bedridden father at home, Rosa could not suppress these thoughts.

Although her father told others he had some severe and untreatable eye condition...

Rosa knew very well—her father was not suffering from some difficult eye disease.

It was obviously blindness caused by prolonged hunger.

"Hurry up, I’ll give you five more minutes."

"You’re not the only follower wanting to pray to the Mother."

Outside the prayer room, the urging voice of the church guard hurried Rosa to gather up her thoughts.

She forcefully pushed down her thoughts, emptying her mind.

Then, recalling the process her father taught her, following the instructions in the prayer room, she respectfully drew a cross on her chest.

"Great Mother of Abundance."

"You are the mother of all things, the autumn breeze of the harvest month, and also the embodiment of benevolence."

"Please bless my father’s fields with favorable weather, so that we don’t have to sell our possessions this year and suffer through famine."

"And may you send down dew from the heavens to heal my father’s eye condition, so he can regain his sight."

Rosa carefully repeated these words of prayer three times, without missing a word.