After Polyxenia returned to the Underworld, Castorice appeared two days later.
"What happened to my sister? I feel like there's something strange about her."
Castorice wanted some answers from Oliver, but unfortunately, she got none.
Oliver certainly wouldn't say: My CEO romance literature poisoned your sister.
"Perhaps after seeing the beauty of the world, she developed a longing for a new world."
"Hmm, I think so too. I hope she stays this way in the future."
"..."
The two then embarked on their journey to save people together.
Saving lives throughout Amphoreus.
Although Castorice still couldn't embrace others, she was content just being able to embrace Oliver.
As more and more lives were saved, Castorice also began to initiate conversations, talking about various strange and wonderful things she heard from the mouths of the dead.
The frequency of her laughter increased, unlike her previous cold demeanor.
Day after day, year after year.
Oliver spent twenty years accompanying Castorice and Polyxenia like this.
In these twenty years, they traveled through many city-states in Amphoreus.
And a legend of the Resurrecting Saintess began to circulate.
Okhema.
As a city protected by the Burdened Titan, it was one of the holy cities among the many city-states in Amphoreus.
A few years prior, Khelidra, the Demigod of Law, became the Empress of Okhema.
She led many Chrysos Heirs to launch the first flame chase journey, which resulted in a great defeat, causing the flame chase journey to be temporarily suspended.
Haiseyin, the God of War, went missing, and the Empress's whereabouts were unknown. Before leaving, she entrusted the burden of Okhema to Aglaea.
At that time, Aglaea had only recently become a demigod; she was young and her political maneuvering was too inexperienced.
Therefore, the Senate seized the opportunity to take away most of Okhema's power and continued to suppress Aglaea's Chrysos Heirs faction.
"Send people to find that Resurrecting Saintess. She can bring the dead back to life, and she is the key for us to return to the Golden Age!"
Inside the Senate.
Several men and women gathered together to discuss confidential matters.
Leading them was an old woman who looked to be seventy or eighty years old.
"Your Excellency Kainisi, we heard that Aglaea is also looking for that Saintess. We must speed up and send more people."
"Many city-states have already realized the crucial importance of this matter. With the ability to resurrect, even if we cannot return to the Golden Age, we will no longer fear death."
"Your Excellency Kainisi, we hope you can hold on until the Saintess is found."
Several people looked toward the old woman named Kainisi.
"It doesn't matter. I have already chosen my successor. My Remembrance, my knowledge, and my will shall all be passed on to the next Kainisi."
Human skills and knowledge... these could all be regarded as Remembrance.
And if they sought the miracle of the Titan of Time, the Senate had a way to transform Remembrance into a form of physical entity... which could then be grafted onto others through Alchemy.
They thus retained all the skills and Remembrance of their predecessors, sometimes even having their personalities overwritten by the predecessor's personality.
At the same time.
Aglaea was also sending people to search for the legendary Resurrecting Saintess.
"My Teacher, could the Saintess in the legends truly be the Death Titan?"
Tribbie replied, "That is only my speculation; I am not entirely certain."
"After all, the Death Titan has been gone for too long—so long that people have forgotten that besides granting death, It can also refuse death."
"But logically, the Death Titan should guard the Underworld and not wander the mortal world."
"Furthermore, that Saintess always has an attendant traveling with her, active in various city-states, so I am still unsure."
Aglaea nodded, "It's a pity that the method of message transmission in Amphoreus is too primitive. Some information is distorted by the time it arrives, making it impossible to judge its veracity. It would be great if people could exchange information instantly."
"That's a good idea. Aglaea, you can try to work on that."
Tribbie smiled encouragingly.
A vague idea formed in Aglaea's mind: could she use Golden Silk to create something?
As she pondered, she casually released a golden beetle.
"Go, wander around outside. If you happen to encounter the Resurrecting Saintess, all the better."
Okhema was not the only city-state engaging in this behavior.
Other city-states were also sending people everywhere to search for the whereabouts of the Resurrecting Saintess.
They were all desperate for progress.
Ever since the Death Titan was born, the long-lived gained lifespans; they could be killed or die of old age.
Therefore, they hated the Death Titan.
They all wished to eliminate the Death Titan and return to the perfect Golden Age.
But they couldn't do it, so they set their sights on the Saintess who could bring the dead back to life.
If they died and were resurrected, how was that different from eternal life?
Consequently, the land of Amphoreus saw an increase in soldiers who, instead of fighting wars, searched everywhere.
Gradually, a temporary peace settled between the city-states.
Inside a small treehouse in a certain forest.
"Oliver, did I go too far? Now everyone is looking for us."
Castorice looked like a child who had made a mistake, peering out the window toward the distant city-state (as shown in the image).
Oliver stood behind her and said with a smile, "You should be happy. They aren't hiding from you; instead, they want to invite you to be their Saintess."
Castorice: "They are only interested in my resurrection ability. If I revealed my power to bestow death, they would definitely hide far away again, just like before."
Oliver: "If the whole world turns away from you, then just turn back. I will always be here."
Castorice smiled: "Yes, that's true."
Since Castorice became enthusiastic about saving people, the legend of the Resurrecting Saintess began to circulate among the populace.
If your fate is tragic, and if you harbor good intentions, the Resurrecting Saintess shall show mercy.
Consequently, many people who were resurrected erected statues of Castorice.
Many people could recognize Castorice's face, and even her attendant, Oliver, had portraits circulating.
At this moment, a golden insect was on a branch across the way, seemingly observing the two people inside the treehouse.
Oliver noticed the bug, and a piece of knowledge flashed through his mind.
The Golden Silk nymph of the Romantic Titan.
Aglaea should now be inheriting the Titan divine authority and becoming the Romantic Demigod.
Then this Golden Silk nymph should belong to Aglaea.
"Castorice, someone will be coming to visit you soon. You may see them."
Oliver planned to continue changing his lifestyle.
Traveling with Castorice for twenty years still hadn't completed the script.
It was time to try a different approach.
"Who is it?"
"The Demigod of the Romantic Titan. She isn't coming for the sake of Resurrection."
As he spoke, Oliver waved at the Golden Silk nymph.
At the same time.
Okhema.
Aglaea was deep in thought.
Suddenly, an image appeared in her mind.
It was the sensory input from the Golden Silk nymph she had casually released.
The two figures in the image were none other than the legendary Resurrecting Saintess and her companion.
When she saw Oliver waving at the Golden Silk nymph, Aglaea froze for a moment.
"He discovered me? I'm a Demigod..."