My New Life As A Kid Goddess: Book 3 - Kingdom Goddess Arc 2

Arc 2: Kingdom Goddess - Chapter 66

Evening came to the Henjuk Mountains on another late autumn day. As the sun went into its final decent of sunset the sky became painted by deep shades of red and orange. With the dying of the light the limited warmth went as well leaving the world as cold as the grave. The pine trees filtered the colors of the setting sun through their prickly needles as the other trees were left bare as skeletons with no leaves to sway in the winds.

These were the conditions I found myself in as I stood at the edge of a small village on the far south-west of the mountain range. They were far from civilization and even further on the outskirts of the kingdom than even Doovlin. The village didn't even have a proper name as so few people lived here, living off the land like the crazed mountain men they were. It was pretty much just a half dozen families that all made their homes here far from the reach of kings or taxes.

Why was I here in the first place? Well while they hadn't heard of me specifically these people apparently still honored the concept of goddesses with no particular name in mind. Because of this I had received prayers from them, though it had been very fuzzy like a mismatched radio signal. It was interesting for sure, kind of like when I first arrived in this world with Miya's prayers being to no goddess in particular and me picking up on it.

What were theses prayers? An undead attack. The werewolves weren't the only ones under threat from the undead it seemed, though apparently only those on the fringes of civilization were in any real danger. Whatever was causing these pockets of undead seemed to only affect places far outside populated areas. I mean I knew Neske had done at least the werewolf incident but wither she was in responsible for this as well I had no idea.

It's not like the undead here were attacking with any real direction so I was inclined to believe the vampire had no involvement this time. Still, the fact there were undead running around at all was highly disturbing. With no souls they were almost impossible to see in goddess vision on my map as they were just moving objects. This made tracking or finding the source of them, if any really existed, hugely problematic. Plus the further out into the wilderness I went, though my powers were freely usable without the worshiper restriction, they were very muted.

So here I stood at the very edge of the village, the dying daylight painting the world in crimson while I watched the treeline in front of me. My outfit was once again a cute winter getup with a furry coat and long soft pants underneath my skirt. At the moment I was even wearing a hat again, this time a coonskin hat made with magic not animals. My boots were also bigger as well.

I lifted my hands to my mouth and blew into them out of habit, not that my body actually got cold. My body stayed the same temperature no matter the temperature outside. I then put my hands in my coat pocket and stood there looking out at the forest as one of the men from the villages walked up behind me.

"Goddess Jenna." He said bowing deeply.

I kept staring out at the treeline without looking around at him. He was a man named Jason. Tall, coconut hair, orange eyes. Pretty average father for these villages.

"Yes?" I answered. "What is it?"

Jason stood up again and then walked closer to me, ending up at my side as he looked out into the wilderness with me.

"Are there really more of those things out there Goddess Jenna?"

My eyes stared out into the wild, not really looking at anything in particular. It was my mind's eye that was truly surveying the landscape out there. Using my map I was able to just barely track the movement of quite a large number of undead creatures. There were probably fifty altogether: mostly zombies but with some skeletons mixed in.