The Protector of Winter's Claw?

Because Herren and Olaf had been fighting all day, the three of them didn't have time to leave before dawn.

Harren, with a shameless grin, stayed in Orn's hearth with two other people, intending to take a nap by the warm fire.

Orn has always been very tolerant of Heron, a descendant of the Hearthland people whom He regards as a junior.

But for the other two, it was a little different for Him...

Olaf, needless to say, was far too noisy, like an unkillable fly.

Aurora is quiet and doesn't make a fuss, but she's inherently "troublesome".

Perhaps feeling she should reciprocate, she took it upon herself to tidy up the messy furnace room for Orn.

Ornn was enormous, and so were his possessions, but this was not a problem for Alara, who possessed magical powers.

Ornn, however, was quite troubled. He didn't find the place chaotic because he could always find what he needed. On the contrary, if Alara disrupted the "order" here, he might not be able to find something when he wanted it.

However, because of his taciturn personality, Aura took his reminders as "sorry" several times.

Aurora continued to work as a cleaning lady without a care in the world. In the end, Orn only regarded Aurora as a troublesome burden, and after several unsuccessful attempts to negotiate, he became too lazy to care about her anymore.

Harren leaned against the warm fire, quietly waiting for Alara to finish cleaning the entire hearth before sitting wearily beside him.

Olaf was already asleep, lying on the hard stone slab, snoring loudly.

"Aurora, what are you planning to do next?"

Looking at Ara who seemed a little melancholy, Herren suddenly asked.

"What else can I do? I can't just leave Him alone... Although it's difficult, if I can learn more about demigods, maybe I can find a way to help Him."

Although she looked a little tired, Aurora was still very motivated.

"When I first met Him, He was just an out-of-control deer. It took me a long time to gain His trust. I can't let Him down... I know His true name in the spirit world—Hestrak, but He doesn't react at all. He only remembers the name Heathel. I didn't know why before..."

"Perhaps this is the honorific title given to Him by His former believers... It seems that He was such a good God that even after losing control, He chose the name given to Him by His believers."

"Yes... the erosion of the material world caused His spirit body to lose control."

Heron looked at Alara, whose ears were practically popping out of their sockets with worry, and said with a smile.

"If you had been born in Ionia, you would probably be a saint."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It's nothing... but I do have a solution, are you interested?"

"you?"

Ara blinked her big eyes, looking at Herren with some surprise.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Harren, but in her view, Harren was a complete novice when it came to the spirit world, not even as knowledgeable as Udir... He couldn't even try to communicate with Haestir.

"If God loses His believers, He will lose control and His divinity... So, what if He were to regain His believers?"

"Forehead……"

Aura scratched her head, her ears perking up immediately, but then quickly drooping back down.

"But where are we going to find it...?!"

"Winter's Claw!"

Herren said firmly.

In the eyes of Harren, who was familiar with Winter's Claw and possessed foresight, Winter's Claw was a natural breeding ground for believers.

Because they have long been controlled by the atheistic frost priests, the Claws of Winter do not have a unified totem. The people worship wild gods, believing whatever they can find.

And Harren also knew the future... The Claws of Winter would also need a powerful enough force to protect them, which was also confirmed in the original timeline.

Sejuani would risk everything to make a deal with Volibear for the survival of her tribe, in order to gain the power of a demigod.

But what is Volibear? That thing is brutal by nature... In fact, if we consider Harren as a native of the Hearth, he and Volibear could be considered sworn enemies.

And coincidentally, there is a ready-made demigod here... and what He lacks now is believers.

Isn't that a perfect coincidence? It was a match made in heaven!

"Will this...will this work?"

Aurora was stunned. She instinctively felt that Herren's plan seemed feasible, but she had never considered this direction before.

Her original plan was to become a "scholar," acquire more knowledge, and then find the correct solution to the problem.

But Herren, the silent pragmatist, offered a ready-made solution that sounded highly feasible.

"That's right, we don't need to create a god, because Heathcliff is already a god! He just needs to regain his power and sanity, and what he lacks is followers."

"I know that, but... Sejuani, she..."

Although she had reconciled with Sejuani on the surface, the perceptive Aura always kept her distance from Sejuani... She always felt that the big woman was hostile towards her.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this. I'll go and persuade her."

Heron was brimming with confidence, insisting that Sejuani would absolutely not object to this.

"Then... would the people of Winter's Claw believe that Heathtriel is a demigod?"

Aura couldn't help but ask again. Although she had traveled around, she had grown up in the village of Yamú in her early years. The people there lacked reverence for the unknown spirits and even ignored their existence.

This is partly due to Ara's extraordinary abilities; she can directly see and communicate with spirits, making her difficult to ignore.

"That's simple. As long as it works, no one will disbelieve in God."

Heron was an atheist in another world, but in Freljord, he also became a believer in gods.

Why? Because there really is a God in this world... If a God doesn't work, that's just superstition; if a God does work, then it's a different story.

Harren knew that as long as faith in Haestir was useful, the Winter's Claws had no reason not to revere this forgotten deity.

"So, what can Haestriel do?"

"Well……"

This problem really stumped Aurora.

She pondered for a long time before tentatively speaking.

"He...will he use his great horns to ram people?"

"..."

Herren stared blankly at Aurora, who quickly tried to cover for him.

"It's true! When I first met Him, He nudged me, and my butt hurt for days... I was thinking, could He help me hunt?"

"..."

Herren's lips twitched.

"Forget His thunderous horns! Hunting is something I can do, you can do, anyone can do it. God needs to be able to do what mortals cannot!"

Just as Ornn is the god of forging and craftsmanship, and Volibear controls thunder and lightning, Ivania also controls the wind and snow, protecting life.

Ha, Estriel? The Goddess of the Great Horned Deer? Ha, go ahead and believe it, I can't bear the embarrassment.