When someone died, they usually found true eternal peace.

Their souls were cleansed of memories and consciousness, then cast into the cycle of reincarnation, where they could follow the natural flow of life and death.

Some, of course, might end up in the divine realms of the deities, while others became food for demons.

All of this depended greatly on how each person had lived.

For the paladins of the Order of the Silver Wings—the main force responsible for defending the Cathedral of the Three Goddesses—the end had been eternal sleep.

Their consciousnesses had drifted into slumber, waiting for a day when, perhaps, they might be awakened once more.

And that day had finally arrived.

Their minds were torn from the void, overcome by profound confusion as, once again, the breath of life filled their chests.

They did not remember their own deaths. Only the destruction of their bodies, the fall of their master... and then, darkness.

In life, they had all been fifth- and sixth-stage warriors, so the first thing they felt was a terrible weakness taking hold of every muscle, as if their bodies didn’t yet realize they were alive again.

They emerged right in front of the cathedral, their green and blue eyes still blurry, their minds unable to process what had happened.

They were, without a shadow of a doubt, women of stunning beauty.

Elven silver armor hugged their voluptuous bodies elegantly, the design as sensual as it was functional.

The metal plates, covered in intricate runes, molded to their generous curves without compromising much of the protection. The breastplates curved snugly around the swell of their ample bosoms, while the waist segments cinched tight, accentuating the dramatic flare of their hips.

Their helmets were topped with tufts of green, the central openings revealing lively eyes and full lips, showcasing much of that beauty.

At their waists, they carried long, elegant elven sabers, as silvery as their own armor.

On their backs, a silver and as richly crafted as the armor cape fell, while a second piece—silver with a green exterior—extended from the waist, draping over their full, firm behinds.

The leader of the paladins, an elf over five thousand years old named Aurora, was the first to react, turning toward her sisters.

They were all elves of high blood purity, just one step away from reaching the level of a high elf.

Upon seeing that everyone was present, Aurora’s green eyes filled with relief—a relief that soon turned to confusion as she noticed the expressions etched on the others’ faces.

Her gaze followed those of her companions until, finally, it rested on the Tree of Life. She soon realized that this was not what had stirred such reactions among her sisters.

Finally, Aurora looked ahead.

"Y-Your Holiness??" Her eyes widened with shock, her heart pounding violently against her ribs.

Arwen stood before her, but she was not alone.

The elven beauty was immersed in the arms of a man of transcendent beauty.

Her breasts, of incomparable size, were crushed firmly against his muscular chest, the soft flesh molding obscenely under the pressure, spilling over her neckline like two pale mountains stubbornly trying to escape the cramped space between their bodies.

The lush, pillowy mounds flattened wherever they met his hard pectorals, rebelling against the confinement, bulging outward wherever they found room to breathe.

His hands rested firmly on her waist, sliding shamelessly down to the vast curve of her buttocks. His fingers sank into those perfect, juicy ass cheeks possessively, claiming the pale, soft flesh as his own.

The plump globes overflowed between his digits, the silky skin parting around his grip as if begging to be squeezed harder.

The thin green fabric of Arwen’s dress did little to separate them, molding itself to every curve and dip of her body.

What shocked Aurora the most was, honestly, seeing her master’s full lips claimed by those of that human.

Their tongues were intertwined in a deep, passionate kiss—wet and brazen, the slick, lewd sounds of their joined mouths utterly shameless in the open air.

Hearing Aurora’s voice, Arwen finally paused for a moment, her lips parting from Ethan’s with a soft, wet sound, a thin strand of saliva briefly bridging them before snapping.

"Ah... my naughty human lord... it seems you’ve managed to impress me, hahaha~ I shouldn’t have doubted you..." Arwen sighed, her eyes drifting until they rested on Aurora.

She pulled away slightly from Ethan and flashed a smile filled with pain, longing, and, at the same time, indescribable happiness.

She didn’t know how Ethan had managed to do this, but at that moment, it hardly mattered.

Her heart was beating fast, and she felt as if everything she had lost in death had already been returned to her.

"What are you waiting for, my little sisters? Come into your big sister’s embrace!"

"Y-Your Holiness..."

Aurora almost let her tears spill over before throwing herself into Arwen’s arms, her sisters following suit, every face flushed with emotion.

It was all so sudden that it didn’t even seem real.

One moment, they were dead, their bodies destroyed and their souls enveloped by the embrace of eternal sleep.

The next, they were back in their old cathedral, beneath the shade of a beautiful Tree of Life brimming with vitality, standing right before their master.

Ethan was completely ignored, but he didn’t mind . His eyes fell upon the countless system notifications appearing before him.

[You have completed the "Divine Contact" quest!

All your rewards have been moved to the system inventory]

[Arwen’s loyalty and affection have reached 100! All that exists in her heart is love for you!

+ 10 premium gacha tickets

+ 50 common gacha tickets]

[Your noble title has been upgraded! Middle Count -> High Count

Prestige to next level: 300/5,000

+ 5 premium gacha tickets

+ 25 common gacha tickets]

[Your title "The Child of the Gods" has been upgraded to the second level!]

[Title: The Child of the Gods.

Description: Over ninety-nine percent of your population sees you not as just one of many Golden Lords, but as The Golden Lord, the true Child of the Gods.

Effect: +60% reverence among followers of any deity of the Faith of the Nine, +20 prestige, +20% prestige gain, +40% damage against creatures of darkness.]

[You can now found your own church and designate patron gods for this church.

The patron gods you choose may bless you, reject you, or curse you. Choose them carefully.

Warning: The Church of the Nine will view your new faith as heretical.]

[Recover the lost sacred artifacts from the cathedral to enhance its effects]

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[NT: In the comments for this paragraph, I posted an image showing the armor design for the paladins of the Order of the Silver Wings. It was generated with ChatGPT and isn’t perfect, but it’s good enough and accurately represents what I had in mind for them when I described them.

(I’m posting this temporarily in the Chapter comments since I couldn’t post it in the paragraph comments.)

The image is also available on Discord.]