Thank you for the invitation. He's in heaven now, he's become God.

"Is this your answer, Barbatos?"

Having received an answer to his question, Yahweh immediately stood up.

"Then, see you tomorrow."

"What kind of poems will a bard who sings epic tales compose?"

"Don't let me down, Barbatos."

After saying this, Yahweh left without waiting for Barbatos' reply.

Wendy simply glanced at the empty seat next to her and continued to savor the remaining half-glass of dandelion wine.

"A god from another land?"

"At first I thought he was the old man type, but he turned out to be completely different!"

"Hopefully, the winds of Mondstadt... won't become even more chaotic because of this!"

After finishing her dandelion wine, Wendy was about to get up when she suddenly seemed to realize something.

Wait, it seems he hasn't paid yet?

........................

Just as a certain disgraceful wind god was being detained by the bartender for not being able to pay for his drinks, Yahweh had already arrived in front of the statue of the wind god.

Come to think of it, there seems to be something he hasn't done yet?

Never mind, it's probably nothing important!

Yahweh was pleased to have gotten the answer he wanted and stood under the statue waiting for Ying to find a hotel so they could meet up.

Just then, a pure white figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Chapter Sixty: Barbara, you didn't want this either...

With her blue-gray eyes, long, light-gold, naturally curly hair tied in pigtails, a white priest's hat on her head, and a priest's robe from the Church of the West Wind, along with a white dress with black and blue lace trim, she exuded a holy and pure aura, making it impossible for anyone to harbor any evil thoughts.

With such an obvious description, there is no need to guess the identity of the visitor; it is none other than our True Lord of Physical Curse Removal—Miss Barbara.

"You are……"

Barbara had just finished praying and came out of the church when she saw a familiar face under the statue of the wind god.

No, they were just strangers I'd met once.

However, it was this one aspect that left a deep impression on her.

"...the gentleman who healed Amber's injuries before."

Barbara did not know the name Yahweh.

“Just call me Yahweh, Miss Barbara.”

Yahweh said this in a gentle tone.

“Mr. Yahweh…”

Barbara walked to Yahweh's side and asked him with concern.

"...Are you lost?"

"Need my help?"

"No, I just arranged to meet Ying here..."

In response to Barbara's question, Yahweh gently shook his head.

"Eh? Mr. Yahweh does seem to be with that traveler..."

Barbara recalled the situation at the time.

"I was a bit bored waiting here, but Miss Barbara's conversation has really cheered me up!"

Yahweh suddenly changed the subject.

"Truly a shining idol of Mondstadt!"

"Huh? It's not as exaggerated as Mr. Yahweh said..."

Hearing Yahweh's praise, Barbara blushed slightly and scratched her cheek shyly.

"Mr. Yahweh is far more capable than me!"

As she said this, Barbara's gaze toward Yahweh suddenly turned somewhat adoring.

"Even Amber's severe injuries can be treated..."

"Mr. Yahweh, could you tell me what methods you used back then?"

At this point, Barbara suddenly realized that her question seemed to have touched on Yahweh's secrets, and quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous..."

Yahweh's methods at the time were almost like bringing the dead back to life. This kind of power is like a peerless secret manual possessed by the heroes of Liyue. How could one casually discuss it with others?

"No, it's really not a particularly impressive method,"

The most basic healing spells are something that even a slightly skilled nun in the church can master.

"If Barbara wants to learn, I can teach you too!"

"Eh? Can...can I?"

The innocent priestess was stunned by the sudden surprise; she did not covet Yahweh's power.

However, if one could learn Yahweh's ability to heal Amber, wouldn't it be better to help others?

"Of course, but..."

Yahweh suddenly glanced at the statue of the wind god Barbatos and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"...I need you to do a small thing."

"Please tell me!"

Barbara adopted a serious attitude and said this with a straight face. In her view, it was normal to have to pay a price to learn such a powerful ability.

Yahweh's words actually reassured her a lot.

"Don't be nervous, it's a very simple matter."

Yahweh finally revealed his true intentions.

"Stop believing in that useless wind god, how about believing in me instead?"

He said this with a smile.

"Once you become my believer, you will naturally be able to exercise my powers."

"Even if it's a case of coming back from the dead, it's not a fantasy."

"Eh?"

Barbara was momentarily taken aback by the wide range of topics.

However, looking at the smiling boy in front of her, she suddenly seemed to realize something.

"Faith... Yahweh... Your Majesty, are you... a god like Lord Barbatos?"

After all, only gods would demand faith.

"So, what's your answer, Miss Barbara?"

Yahweh did not answer Barbara's question directly, but the answer was already obvious.

"...It is an honor to be chosen by you, Your Majesty Yahweh."

After hesitating for a while, Barbara still refused Yahweh.

"...However, I am already a follower of Lord Barbatos, and I cannot worship any other god!"

"So, I'm really very sorry!"

"Hey? Don't be so quick to refuse!"

"What good faith does that drunken poet have?"

Barbara's aptitude is not much worse than Xia Yin's.

It's such a pity that such an excellent child worships that lazy monster Barbatos.

“Your Majesty Yahweh, please…do not utter such slanderous words toward Lord Barbatos…”

If anyone dared to be so disrespectful to the wind god she worshipped, even if they were a deity, she would argue her case.

However, Yahweh had saved Amber after all, and because of her admiration for his healing abilities and their conversation, she had also developed a vague impression of him as an elder. Therefore, she could only weakly retort in the end.

As for the truthfulness of Yahweh's words...

To say that the wind god she worships is a drunken poet is as unbelievable as Liyue's Geo Archon being a street urchin or Inazuma's Thunder General being an introverted otaku.

"I'm just stating the facts!"

Seeing that Barbara seemed to want to say something, Yahweh stepped forward and reached out to touch her cheek.

"Hmm~"

Feeling Yahweh's movements, Barbara's cheeks instantly turned bright red. This was the first time in her life that a boy had ever made such an intimate gesture towards her.

“Hey, Miss Barbara,”

Yahweh whispered in the maiden's ear.

"You wouldn't want to be powerless to help your friends when they get hurt, would you?"

"........."

Upon hearing Yahweh's words, Barbara's grey-blue pupils narrowed slightly.

The image of Amber lying on a stretcher, barely alive, flashed through her mind today, and her heart instantly became conflicted.

As the daughter of the Gunnhildr family and a pastor of the Church of the Westwind, Barbara's devotion to her faith goes without saying.

However, she has been working hard until now in order to help others.