I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

"Where is this?"

Frey Starge stood up dazedly and looked around tremblingly.

The magical vibrations of the teleportation area made her soul fire feel a little uncomfortable.

This is the environment that Miss Dead fears the most: dark, empty, and lonely.

I once hid alone in a tomb in the Gray Haze Forest. It was such a scary place.

If I hadn't communicated with my tutor every day, I might have really gone crazy.

That frivolous old man is so abominable. He clearly knows that I would be scared, but he still wants Sister Monkna to come and scare him often.

Shaking off these trivial memories from her mind, Frey took out an exquisite white bead, made a few gestures, and began to recite a short spell.

"【Light Magic】, hey ha!"

This zero-ring arcane spell, as an introductory spell for mages, helped Frey illuminate this dark and lightless space.

"Where is this?"

Miss Undead asked this question for the second time.

Under the illumination of the spell, Frey found herself standing inside an empty building with an arc-shaped dome above her head. Because the distance was too far, she could only see some murals that looked like trees.

The surroundings were empty, and there seemed to be some sculptures that had never been seen before, scattered around the walls.

In the center, there is a tree trunk that has lost all its branches and leaves. It is bare, but very tall, and its highest part touches the dome.

"How come I never knew there was such a place in the Elven Courtyard?"

"How many... years... has no life... set foot... here..."

Intermittent sounds floated from the dark corner in the distance, echoing back and forth on the surrounding walls, scaring the timid undead girl so much that she unconsciously hunched her shoulders.

"Who, who's where?"

The white halo rising in the distance slowly outlined into a human figure, like a breathing light on a blue planet, flickering on and off.

“Who, who…don’t come out…wuwu…this must be a vengeful spirit…”

"Ghost? Oh no... I don't have any hatred in my heart... I remember the worshippers before... called me Holy Spirit..."

"Holy Spirit?"

Miss Undead, who had never heard of this word, tilted her head in confusion.

The Holy Spirit, some say, is the heroic soul that God has washed away from sin and helps Him stay on earth;

Others say that they are devout believers who are unable to ascend to the Kingdom of God and who remain in the temple after death to continue their work.

Of course, no matter which one it is, it cannot change a consensus—the Holy Spirit is also a kind of undead spirit.

Unlike now, most temples today only have statues of the gods themselves, with some meaningless sculptures as decoration at most;

In medieval temples, it was very popular to preserve statues of some outstanding priests or believers, because after their death, they might turn into holy spirits and possess their own sculptures.

However, ever since the war between gods and spirits, the magnificent and brilliant religious culture of the Middle Ages came to an end, and the Holy Spirit has never been born again.

There are only some temple ruins buried deep underground, and perhaps a few holy spirits who are unwilling to leave, wandering in the empty temples.

Miss Undead, Frey, is now at the ruins of a temple that has not yet been excavated by the Moon Elves.

"Come closer... little girl... my... voice... can't... be too far away..."

As if sensing the sense of closeness conveyed by the beam of light, Frey did not reject the voice which was not a good signal, and walked towards the flickering statue.

“Good, so I can see clearly… Are you a ghost?

No, there won't be such undead spirits, this doesn't conform to the rules of magic..."

Realizing what the other party was referring to, Frey touched her nose embarrassedly and explained:

“It’s a long story. There was a magical human who cast a strange spell on me, and I became like this.

She looked so scary..."

"Oh--"

The Holy Spirit, who was already very close, prolonged his tone.

"Little girl, the Holy Spirit does not see the world through the eyes, but through the soul...

Although your body is a bit like a ghoul, your soul - well - has the taste of my Lord."

"My Lord? No, I mean the god you believe in? Who is that?"

"I don't know if any of you still believe in Him now, but in Mysdren, He is the most powerful god after Corellon.

Rillifane, the god of nature of our elves and the lord of the forest."

Rillifane? This wasn't the first time Miss Dead had heard the name.

In other words, she was very familiar with the name.

There was an abandoned natural temple in the Elven Courtyard, where he and the rescue team had stayed for a while not long ago;

The old man still has the fragment of Rillifane's divinity in his hand, which is the precious thing that the stingy old man holds dear.

"Little girl, the vitality in your body has long disappeared, but the power of my Lord has allowed you to preserve your will.

You are not a dead spirit."

"I have no idea……"

Frey began to recall many things, the failed experiment, the raging spell storm, her mentor after she woke up again, and the old man's surprised expression when he saw her for the first time.

"Lucky girl, although I don't know why you have such a perfect appearance,

But you can indeed feel that someone has planted the seed of Rillifane's divinity in your soul.

"Divine seed? What is that?"

"Oh... Has the passage of time made the elves ignorant of theology?"

Frey pinched the hem of her clothes awkwardly. She thought she knew a lot about gods since she had been in the laboratory so many times.

Ignoring Fred's embarrassment, the Holy Spirit continued speaking in his own reverberant voice.

“God will only leave a few divine seeds in the world to select agents who are suitable for his ministry.

A life with a divine seed will become extremely intelligent in the attainment of divine arts..."

"But I have been trying to learn divine arts for a long time, but I still haven't mastered it..."

Miss Undead lowered her head in annoyance. Whether it was during the time in the tower, or when she followed her mentor to participate in the mystic scholar's experiments,

Even after reincarnation, he hid under a tomb and studied secretly, but he still couldn't learn how to cast even the simplest zero-ring magic.

"Hmm...Have you ever called out the name of my Lord..."

"Rillifane's name?"

"Yes, the Lord of the Forest, the Eternal God of Nature of the Elves, Rillifane Rallathil."

Pure Elvish, a typical elven name.

A certain non-magical undead lady muttered silently in her heart.

……

In a white corridor somewhere in the Elf Courtyard, a short girl was dragging an old skeleton, moving forward slowly.

"Hurry up, old skeleton!"

The short girl skillfully gave the white-robed skeleton monster a new nickname.

"If we keep hanging around, my sister might be in danger!

And the Headmaster! And Sister Frey! And Big Broken Tooth and Little Bella!

Oh, and that human pervert!"

Suddenly, the old skeleton stopped and stood still.

"What's wrong, old skeleton?"

"fine.

A little friend is calling me!"

The white-robed skeleton turned his head and looked in another direction.

Have you finally found it, Frey Starsong?