Priestess Oranka walked down from the stage and proceeded directly toward the private room Joshua prepared for them. She then got a cup of hot water and gulped a mouthful.
This priestess has never drank water in such a bold manner before. But, she was feeling so complicated that even drinking hot water wouldn’t be able to calm her mind.
Perhaps she should try out the human alcohol?
“Head Priestess Oranka, how are you feeling?”
“I heard the applause you received from those humans.”
“The humans also like the elven epics? Would Head Priestess Oranka become famous like that Frost Elf?”
The four elven priestesses in the room surrounded Priestess Oranka. Seeing the curious expressions on the faces of the young elven priestesses, Oranka opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.
The four of them were the youngest four elven priestesses in the group of Blackwood Elves that came to Norland. One of them was none other than Luvita.
These four Blackwood Elves have not even been priestesses of the Holy Tree for a hundred years. As elves, they were also at an age where they would be considering marriage.
Because of that, they were incapable of containing their emotions like the older elves when confronted with all the novelties of Norland.
“We are priestesses chosen by the Holy Tree.”
After calming herself, Priestess Oranka spoke to the inexplicably excited Blackwood Elves with a stern tone.
These young elves were already affected by all the various things of the human world like the movies and pretty clothes.
Oranka didn’t know if the influence was good or bad for them. But, at this moment, they need to continue living in Norland...
“Sisters, we are not standing on the stage for fame. We are there in order to gather more nourishment for the Holy Tree,” Saying that, Priestess Oranka paused briefly, “Once we’ve gathered sufficient nourishment, we will be returning to the forest to reunite with our kinsmen. Thus, we will not be staying in this city for too long.”
Three of the four young elves revealed a look of yearning in their eyes upon hearing the word ‘reunite.’
To the elves, even though they were having a very comfortable life in this city, even though the creations of the humans and demons were so very fascinating, it was still a foreign land to them.
“But, didn’t that Son of Chaos said that... if we want to gather more nourishment, we must become... i-something?”
“Idols,” Luvita corrected her friend.
“Right, idols! I heard from the Daughter of the Forest that idols are people welcomed by a large group of humans. Daughter of the Forest seemed to be an idol herself.”
With their conversation reaching this topic, the four young elves turned to look at Priestess Oranka with curious eyes.
“Head Priestess Oranka, did you become an idol through this singing performance?”
Priestess Oranka was surprised by this question. She suddenly recalled the total number of votes she received... Seven thousand three hundred and twenty-four.
This meant that there were over seven thousand audiences that were immersed in her singing. Or perhaps they were purely fond of her outward appearance.
To the Blackwood Elves that had a population of roughly ten thousand at their peak, that was an enormous number.
“Far from it,” Priestess Oranka shook her head. “While singing the elven epic, I did feel some Faith Energy entering my body. But, compared to the Faith Energy gathered by the Daughter of the Forest, the disparity is enormous.”
“But, Head Priestess Oranka, when I went on the Mage Forum, I saw people expressing their love for you there,” said a young elf all of a sudden.
“Really? Where?”
That topic immediately caught the interest of the other two Blackwood Elves. They opened their magic network interfaces, signed onto the Mage Forum and started searching through the posts discussing Oranka.
A tree branch suddenly appeared in Priestess Oranka’s hand. Using the branch, she hit the three elf girls immersed in ‘gossip.’
“Don’t let those remarks affect your judgement,” Priestess Oranka continued to lecture them with a stern tone.
The three Blackwood Elves held their foreheads with looks of grievances on their faces. The only person to luckily escape the punishment was Luvita. She was still browsing through the posts on the Mage Forum.
“Head Priestess Oranka... there’s a lot of posts on the forum discussing that Lia girl.”
Luvita noticed that while there were a couple posts discussing Priestess Oranka’s performance on the World’s Singer’s sub-forum, the majority of the posts were all discussing ‘Lia.’
“I heard that human woman’s singing while preparing behind the stage. Her singing is truly... terrifying.”
Priestess Oranka gave the same sort of verdict as Gallolie.
“I cannot imagine that it is the singing performance of a young human girl.”
“Twenty-eight thousand and three hundred twenty-one.”
Luvita found the vote counts from the performance by that Lia girl. Seeing that terrifying number, Luvita finally realized why Priestess Oranka wasn’t that happy with her performance.
That Chaos Demon held this singing competition so that they could obtain victory through the competition and acquire the acknowledgement of Norland’s masses.
In terms of singing, the elves possess racial advantage. The elven epic sung by Priestess Oranka could be said to be the most outstanding elven epic ever sung by the Blackwood Elves.
But, her performance was easily surpassed by a human girl.
“The Son of Chaos once said that if we wanted to obtain nourishments for the Holy Tree long term, we must obtain victory in this competition. The audiences will only pay attention to the final victor.” Luvita tapped into Gallolie’s camp. She had over seventy-thousand followers.
That was the terrifying rallying powers of the Flower of Farucci.
If one among them nine elven priestesses become someone remembered and idolized by the citizens of Norland, they will be able to help the Holy Tree grow faster.
But, Oranka had already failed. Even though there were still posts discussing her on the Mage Forum, she would be soon forgotten by the citizens of Norland.
“Am I next?”
Luvita looked at the number plate in her hand. Number 172. It would soon be her turn to be on stage.
Priestess Oranka seemed to have taken a divergence from the path toward idolhood. If she was to fail too, they would miss another opportunity to help speed up the growth of the Holy Tree.
“Head Priestess Oranka... I will do my best.”
Luvita felt as if the heavy responsibility of ‘reviving their race’ had now landed on her shoulders. For the prosperity of the Blackwood Elves, she must put forth a beautiful performance on the stage!