Chapter 883 – Heatwave and Meeting (1)
The flood of monsters named as the War of Wealth is over.
News of Romania’s victory quickly spread throughout the world.
“Boss. No, I’m the branch manager now. Did you hear the news?”
“Ok? You mean the monster flood in Romania? Of course you heard! You prepared hard! How many of our Dynamis workshop special golems will be sold in the future?
“No, they said it ended yesterday.”
“What? … What?! This madness is over already?!”
People born in this world were accustomed to fighting monsters regardless of race.
The word ‘familiarity’ meant that the struggle for survival against monsters was as much a part of everyday life—in other words, ‘lifetime’ as much as ‘wars between humans’.
That’s why the fight against monsters who couldn’t communicate could be called a war.
So it was.
“What kind of war is over in 3 days?! What a great country!! This country is a dangerous war!!”
People around the world were astonished that the war ended in just three days.
〈This is Azwishia. However, an official announcement from the Senate is yet to be made, young lady.〉
〈… Wasn’t it just because the business was an octopus foot, so I couldn’t afford to invest in anything else?〉
〈Work hard on that!!〉
In particular, the news that the dark side of the war of awareness had been killed also spread.
Of course, none of them knew that an apocalyptic giant had descended behind the scenes of the war. However, even if I didn’t know its identity, I could know its existence itself.
The same was true of those who were not satisfied with the Senate’s announcement about the invaders from the other world.
Because the god, who had not appeared to humans for such a long time, protected them by showing off his beautiful figure in the War of Wealth!
A bar where messengers from all over the country gather to soothe their fatigue after a harsh journey.
One of the messengers, who clearly had the appearance of a hillbilly, was drunk and swung his glass.
The messenger who avoided the splashing drops of wine also giggled while drinking cheap wine.
It was only three days, but rumors of the goddess descending from the sky hit the world.
—God looked over the crisis of Romania!!
─Yes~ It’s cheap, right? It’s obvious that it’s a jujag-I, right? Are you trying to defend yourself from getting dumped?
—You sound like the testimony of soldiers. After all, the soldiers there are also conscripts with a lot of expertise~ If you hire some talented wizards and cheat them, they’ll all be tricked~.
─Are you assholes pissed off? Didn’t they get spoiled because God didn’t show up? Would you like to come and check it out?
─I’m still going~ I’ll reveal what I’ve done, and I’ll go into the double reparation event by saying “The Emperor of Suzaku” Season 2… What the fuck is this?!
─? Why is this real?
People who seemed to be unwilling to Burinake were dispatched to investigate, but the traces of the goddess were clear. The traces of divine power that were quite different from before proved this.
“I heard there was a sequential large-scale fantasy?! But why are there no traces of mana in each place!”
“Well, maybe it’s a miracle caused by the supernatural power of authority… “
“… So what? A real goddess?”
“Well, if a miracle like this is possible without a drop of mana, even a human can deserve to be called a goddess.”
A leisurely princess and her husband, a grand duke, said, ‘It must be a Norse thing?’, ‘Then it would be their duty to help’, and the people who sent them were astonished at the result in front of their eyes, which would only appear in myths or legends.
【The trees that bind the monster’s feet are definitely the power of fairies, division commander.】
【Know. It is similar to the few fairy king gifts kept in our imperial family, but it is a higher level authority… At least it’s a holy relic containing the power of the fairy king himself.]
【There is a record that a certain Count of Atlantis used similar magic… 】
【Her. You’re the god of Loki. Ancestor of bicorns and fairies. If that’s the case, it’s just that the powers resemble them. I heard you saved the bicorn race. That man must have met His Majesty the Fairy King.]
People in countries more knowledgeable in history were thrilled to discover more facts.
“Is our country ruined? Whoa. Then who will take the place of our Saint Romania?”
A war that could have destroyed the country was won in 3 days!
Even if a rich man perishes, he said that three generations will go. Although it had become neither the Holy Empire nor the Empire, it was revealed that Romania’s potential was still strong enough.
Though her teeth fell out, the lion was still a lion.
Best of all, the local soldiers didn’t care if there were no certifications from other countries.
Because there was no person who did not feel the presence of the Goddess in that war.
“Hey, where are you guys from?”
‘Bastard, I thought the hat was picky, but he was a damn southern guy. So, how are you?
Even if the messenger from the region with whom he had a bad relationship was insulted, the messenger who won the bet simply giggled.
‘Ah, who cares for honey or laundry? If we risked our lives to fight like we did, Goddess Loki would have looked upon us better. Ok?〉
A messenger from the north who drank alcohol as a snack for his pride.
It’s only been half a day since the war ended, but already the messengers were immersed in a low-level fight in which superiority and inferiority were determined by ‘how much the goddess took care of’.
It had to be. Isn’t the place where the Goddess descended only on the battlefield among fierce battlegrounds!
〈Music Science Studies! What is this eastern country boy saying?!
Even though they were officers level who learned manners, the messengers were also soldiers after all.
The conversations of the local messengers were truly representative of the hearts of the soldiers across the country.
“What kind of fucking song is that?”
When the tavern was clamoring to leave, they asked the messenger who had been shouting and boasting for the first time.
The messengers, who had the appearance of being idioty, had already fallen apart except for one.
The messenger is Bakbong. It’s a little quick to get drunk considering the price of alcohol even if it’s a celebration of victory.
If so, it means you won the Goddess bet!
Where the hell did they come from? Responses to curious questions were quick.
‘We are horses! The Goddess gave her a blessing herself, that’s what I mean! Do you see This rock turtle leather! Having lived only on horses all my life, I defeated a gold class monster!〉
‘This bastard is talking bullshit! How pretty are you and the goddess did that to you?! I hadn’t even heard of the fact that the Goddess gave the protection directly!〉
The messenger of the Heavenly Sword Empress, who could not even participate in the bet, exclaimed in anger.
Then, instead of the chattering drunkard, the messenger who was sipping alcohol gloomily answered.
He was the messenger of Ichilia, who had been winning a series of bets until a few minutes ago. 〈… Azwishia? ‘That’ Azwishia?〉 〈… The place where the dark side of the Wei Nation War was killed?〉 〈… … Shit.〉 The messengers saved up a penny and ordered a drink. Only the tavern owner and Azwishia’s messenger smiled broadly at the new drink on the table. It was a declaration of surrender dedicated to the overwhelming victor. The herald of northern Aquiltiora leaned back in a chair and brushed her hot hair. “Since I’m engaged to my lover, isn’t that what the motherless old bachelor senior bastard told me that a bastard who left a lover in her homeland would fall behind during the war?” 〈Quack. Look at the level of swearing by northerners. I wish I could have survived anyway.〉 ‘No, this bastard? Will you follow me?〉 The messengers who finished the bet on alcohol shared a drink in the joy of victory. 〈How many years has it been since a war like this? But monster materials will come out in large quantities.〉 ‘Do you have any regrets? Looking at the scars on my chest, I would have lost it if I hadn’t bought it before the war.〉 “Don’t speak in a low voice, you asshole.” Talk about lovers. Talk politics. Economic talk. Dirty talk. At the end of the military-like conversation, a messenger suddenly muttered. 〈… Lord Armasunas, wasn’t he fucking pretty?〉 A sense of joke and throw-away talk. The messengers were silent for a moment. Just for a moment.
… Drooling!!
– Empty!!
Only the soldiers from her battlefields, whom she had visited, gathered at a table with her bottles.
“You bastard, you know something. What do you really know?
The messenger of the Aurelius spirit, thirsty after hearing only rumors about a beautiful archmage, poured the owner’s prized wine into his glass.
The messenger muttered vaguely without paying a glance at the expensive drink.
‘I, of course, come. They said that now the gods descended directly and fought. Goddesses also wear normal clothes, I thought. But after all the fighting, he is still with the commander?〉 ‘Why don’t you talk? Need a snack? Shall I buy some ice water? ‘Oh, shut up. I can’t hear you.〉 When the ears of the messengers who were arguing opened up, the messenger laughed and said, 〈At that time, a gust of wind blew from behind the plain that had become an icy hell, and his hair fluttered… Kya I don’t know if people can be that pretty.〉 〈… Is that enough?〉 It is also the misery of a creature called a soldier that burns with the story of a woman. Knowing that it was a flower on a cliff that could never be reached, regardless of status or strength, the topic became more heated. Someone who likes gossip like a messenger said. ‘He helped to eradicate warlocks in that country. You all know Immortalis.〉 ‘Do you have a boyfriend? Will there be too? I bet there is none. You can dream.〉 〈… But there were rumors that she was dating Count Wolfheddin.〉 … With a bang!!!!! Several pairs of bloodshot eyes gathered at the words thrown by a messenger and returned to him. The messenger wrapped his arms around his neck, the snow turning like a mackerel that had been on land for 10 days. ‘Are you sure about that information? Are you sure? Huh? Fuck you.〉 ‘Ah, no. The guy I heard across the street too ──〉 “What if the rumors are wrong? It could be wrong!!〉 <... I heard that you carried the Count on your back to the walls of Azwishia.>
‘No, honestly, let’s look in the mirror and say it honestly. If he’s solo, what’s the difference between us? Maybe there is a chance?〉
The night in Romania deepens.
Just as a wizard of noble lineage had hoped for, along with the silly laughter of the citizens.
***
“… My ears tickle.”
Tirshi, who was holding back his drowsiness, touched his ear.
Her authority allows her to use magic infinitely, but her authority also consumes her physical strength. She was efficient, but not unrelated to fatigue.
Her familiar grace and manners prevented the frivolous act of picking her ears, but it was just as itchy.
“Looks like someone is praising Tirsi.”
“… If that’s the case, I’m glad.”
Tirsi grunts and grabs her ear in her mansion given away by her senate.
Nord peek laughed and patted her on the knee.
“I’ll dig it up. Lie down.”
“… Then, shall we ask you a favor?”
Tirshi, who seemed hesitant about her, crawled across her bed and lay down on his lap.
Tircy, already dyed in his color, slightly blushed at the feel of her firm thighs and the thick feel that was a little different from her thighs touching her cheeks.
