Chapter 557 – Blessings and Methods
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“Wait. Shall we talk?”
Hearing that voice, Amelia suddenly opened her eyes.
The feeling of being submerged in deep water under the weight of something heavy, and then being grabbed and pulled up by her arm.
All I could see was the inside of the white space.
Ah, is this a space like this again?
Talking in a person’s mind always seemed to be staged in a space like this.
What is there is yourself-
And it was the face of a woman looking at herself with a bored face.
Her pale green hair was hanging down forever, and she was perched on top of an ornate altar, looking at Amelia.
The figure of her clenching her chin was somewhere-to the extent that I could even feel the sense of not being human.
Besides- the wings of light that grew from his back. A swirl-like pattern seen in the pupil of her.
There was not even a hint of dirt attached to the pure white clothes, which looked old or new, so I naturally wondered how they managed it.
But as Amelia watches her face her a little closely, she remembers something familiar about her face her.
Because before she was submerged, she saw her face her superimposed on her own her.
Amelia nodded, touching her own face and her body her to make sure she wasn’t wet.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, no. Earlier, I felt like I was drowning… Oh, but I’m sure… I was in the dungeon with Cleon, watching Cleon examine the slate.”
Oh oh oh oh Recalling what she was doing, Amelia looks at her and realizes that it is not just because she saw her face her the last time that she felt her familiarity her to her her.
Didn’t you just look at it normally, the way she was guiding Lesia as she advanced?
And remembering her her, the information of her conversation her with Cleon, which she occupied her own body her, flowed straight into her head her.
“Yes, Mr. Nemea…”
When Amelia recalled everything and called her name her, Nemea smiled and answered.
“To put Nimja properly. This is impressive.”
Nemea shrugs her shoulders and turns her head around.
“Well, I don’t intend to gather that much faith or be respected, but I mean.”
As she said that, she stuck her mouth out in displeasure and she didn’t say anything.
Then, seeing her expression of her, Amelia, who had been silent for a while, carefully asked her a question.
“…Are you angry? Cleon just called Nemea-sama just Nemea…?”
“What? …It can’t be!”
She yells at Amelia, raising her voice in her tantrum her, and then lets out a hah.
“I’m angry because he rejected my offer. I don’t think Cleon would be as stubborn as Lesia.”
Surprisingly, Amelia didn’t get angry at her words while blaming Cleon.
Should I say instead, a question arises inside her.
“Why… Say that?”
So she tilts her head and asks her a question.
“… Didn’t Nemea-sama know from the beginning that Cleon would respond like that? Cleon couldn’t do anything that would make Lesia-sama feel sad.”
“…”
At Amelia’s words, Nemea jumps and erases her smile from her face as she stops moving.
And then there is silence for a while.
Amelia looked at her with an expression as if she didn’t know what she said wrong, but Nemea, receiving that gaze, slowly turned her head towards Amelia so that she could hear her giggling.
When the eyes of Amelia and Nemea, the little girl, and the god in the form of a girl crossed for a moment, Nemea opened her mouth with that firm expression.
“Under.”
A short laugh, like a snort.
But then, looking at her with her eyes open as if she couldn’t stand it—
Haha!”
As if it was really fun, it was a loud and high-pitched laugh that was hard to imagine from that young appearance.
Fortunately, it wasn’t that the voice of an old man like Talchek made me laugh out loud.
At the sound of her laughter that rang in her ears, Amelia involuntarily squinted at her eyes and plugged her ears with both hands to protect her eardrums her.
By the way, Nemea seemed to be unable to stop her laughter as she grabbed her belly and tapped the top of her altar with one hand while continuing her laughter to the point of giggling.
Soon, the laughter continued until her face turned pale, but as if she could n’t stop herself, the laughter continued-
Haha! Haha!Hahakeheuk! Haa… Haa… Ahahahaha!”
“Yes, Mr. Nemea…?”
Finally she laughed out loud, and sighed. She does, and as her laughter stops, she tumbles down on her side of her, and she tumbles over to the altar.
And, as she was, she became motionless.
“…Nemea…?”
To her surprise her, Amelia approaches her with her slightly nervous expression.
If you get close to Nemea, who is motionless on her altar her, as if dead, and touch her neck her —
“Sue, can’t you breathe…?”
No matter where she looked, the dead Nemea was there.
Could it be that she died because she made her laugh? Thinking the same, Amelia’s face turns pale.
“Uh, how do I…”
As she thought so, she recalled that she had heard before that heart massage and artificial respiration are the things to do for someone who has stopped breathing.
“That’s right!”
To put into practice the methods she learned from Aurelia, Amelia somehow reaches out and lowers her from her altar to the ground, placing her hand her over her chest her.
Then I put both of her hands together, and pressed the part where her stomach was-
Clumsy! Hearing the sound, she stopped her hand without realizing it.
“…”
And-her blood flowed from her from Nemea’s tightly closed mouth her.
“Eh…”
When her voice leaked out of her, which sounded like her cowardice her, Amelia was about to press her chest once more, thinking that even if her breastbone her was broken, her heart would have to beat again.
And once again, there’s the sound of something breaking and blood pours out of Nemea’s mouth her.
“Yeah, that can’t be…”
“It’s not there, you have to press down a little more. If you press there, of course, your bones will break.”
“Ah, that’s right. Thank you-“
When her fingers extended from her side her pointed to the bottom of Nemea’s chest her, close to her pituitary gland her, Amelia bowed her head, thanked her, and moved her hand away-
“What!?”
When she raised her head to see who the owner of her hand her was, another Nemea was standing there watching her.
“Haha.”
And Nemea, who looked at Amelia with her dry smile, lifted her bent knees and went up to the top of her altar again to sit down.
Another one, if Amelia naturally followed her gaze her and turned her head towards her. She turns her gaze back to see the fallen Nemea earlier.
Then, Nemea, who had just fallen down before her, was not there.
“How…?”
“What are you so surprised about? I’m the owner of the throne, and this place isn’t even real. It’s just about making your body in two, it’s not even work. You’re surprisingly naive. That part is like a girl of that age.”
“…”
At Nemea’s words her, Amelia does not speak for a moment and opens and closes her mouth repeatedly.
Nemea thought Amelia would be angry there, but-
‘You’re making fun of me…! Too much! …Are you going to say the same thing?’
“It’s all good…”
As Amelia speaks and brushes her chest, she looks at her Amelia her with a surprised expression once more.
“Wait a minute, that reaction is strange… You, don’t you think I made fun of you?”
“That… I felt it a little bit. But, I’m glad Nemea-nim didn’t die.”
Absurd at her answer her, Nemea shut her mouth for a moment, then-
“…Whoops. That’s right. In the end, do you think similar guys gather together? This must be the chain that Lesia started.”
Soon after, she got away from her stupid, teasing attitude from earlier and closed her eyes.
And—as she snaps her fingers, the white space that stretches around her changes her view as if something is covering her.
“This-“
Amelia was a little taken aback by the sight.
And what came into my eyes was a landscape of sunset over a wide-open meadow, where the sun was setting.
“I apologize. Amelia Chaldearis. I thought of you as a child and looked down on you.”
And Nemea, who had abandoned her earlier attitude of her, smiled without resting her chin or bending her back, properly climbed onto her throne her, and sat down in her own seat.
Then, the magical energy rising from behind her burst out and became a group of lights that adorned the sky.
From that figure, I could feel the dignified dignity that is hard to imagine being the same person as the selfish girl from before.
“Oh, no… I’m fine.”
Amelia accepts her apology while putting on a bewildered expression at her sudden, truly god-like words and actions of her.
Even then, when she was looking at the surrounding scenery, she found herself unable to hold back that for some reason, a part of her heart her was pounding.
Even if Nemea looks at her for a little while, she turns her head toward her surroundings, inspects the scenery once more, and then talks to Amelia again.
“…This is the Pongyeong you want? Right before the sun sets completely, the warm glow of the sunset stays… On top of the swaying meadow while a cool breeze blows. Yes. It’s a free space where you can run anywhere…”
Her words made her Amelia understand why her heart skipped a beat at this sight.
It must have been because it was the free space she longed for.
“You too, like Lesia and Cleon… You are the owner of a noble soul.”
“… I-I’m like the two of you…? I’m, someone who deserves it…”
When Amelia blushes, shakes her head, and doesn’t know what to do with her praise her, Nemea smiles and tells Amelia.
“It’s better to have a little more confidence. Saint Princess. You’re the one who’s protected many people with that name, right? Even more so than the half-hearted warriors.”
“Saint, Princess…”
At that apblowjobtion, Amelia tingled and felt a pain run through her own chest.
For herself, the title that was like her honor felt a bit heavy now that she had left her kingdom her.
“Well. I wanted to talk to you. What kind of person are you, whom Cleon is doing his best to protect?
So said Nemea, and she beckoned Amelia to come near her.
Amelia, who could not refuse her offer her, approached her side her even though she hesitated.
Her hand was raised on top of her head, which had reached right in front of her throne.
“…I’m sorry. If the tragedy that created Adam hadn’t happened, I’m sure you too… Would have lived a normal life, being loved by your mother and father.”
“…”
“That guy was born- it’s all because I broke the rules of the world.”
Nemea stroked her Amelia’s hair her, muttering her sincere apologetics to her her.
“You deserve to be a little happier.”
“…!”
At those words, Amelia felt the same way as when she looked at the transfer scene earlier—no, even more than that, she felt an overwhelming heart overflowing from within her.
It was a story I heard from Cleon someday.
“I… Can I? I’ve hurt so many people…”
“You have saved more people than that. And- you will continue to do so. Little princess.”
Soon, Nemea puts her hand above her head her and talks to Amelia.
“So, be more greedy. Create your own ‘world’. Everyone has the right to sit on the throne and change the world.”
“…”
Amelia thinks. If she became the owner of the throne, what kind of world would she want to create?
Then, Nemea opened her mouth to the scene that she had pure thoughts.
“I understand why Cleon wants to protect you.”
“…”
As Nemea talks so, she laughs cheerfully and crosses her legs.
A smile hung on her lips, and her white teeth on her were visible.
“And at the same time… Why you like Cleon.”
At that, Amelia shut her mouth for a moment, then she popped, her face dyed so red that she could hear it.
“Not confessing this… Ah, is that so?”
Soon, Nemea nodded her head with one eye closed as if he knew something about her.
“Hey! You’re using my body right now…? Please don’t say that you’re confessing your feelings to Cleon instead of me!”
“Of course I won’t do that. You have to make up your own mind. Of course, if it continues like this, it will always fail.”
Amelia let out a sigh of relief at Nemea’s first words her, but her expression her stiffened at the words that followed.
“That’s what…”
Amelia seemed a little shocked by her words of her, to the point where she could n’t properly say what she meant.
Nemea then speaks casually.
“Love luck is too low. Amelia.”
“…Love luck…?”
“Yes. Meet a good opposite sex, and the fate that leads to him. Are you the type of person who doesn’t believe in such a thing?”
Amelia shook her head at her words her.
Amelia was also a girl of her age, and she couldn’t be interested in love luck or what she was.
“But don’t worry. For you, who enjoyed talking with me, I’ll make your romance luck much higher than that of ordinary people. It’s the King of the Throne’s special ‘Change of Fate’.”
“Hey, wait a minute, Nemea-sama?”
Amelia tries to stop her, as if she’s abruptly asking what she’s talking about.
However, Nemea was a god and her movements were, of course, swift.
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While Nemea and Amelia were talking in their heads, in reality, as if the confrontation from a while ago was gone, Nemea told Cleon that it was a trump card to defeat Adam.
Cleon’s expression, which he listened to earnestly at first, became more and more strange along the way, and Schrödinger, who was listening to it by chance, couldn’t help but have a look of astonishment as he heard the story.
The story Nemea brought up was a very… Cleon-esque solution.
“Seriously…? Really, what can Adam do with that?”
“Yes. As long as it succeeds.”
Cleon was silent at her words for a while, but the opponent was Nemea… The owner of the throne.
If she said that, it must be something like that. Clearly, Cleon had a desire to pass it on, but it was not easy for her to accept the method she presented and nod her head.
“Well, I think I’ve been tricked…”
“No. Isn’t the opponent too bad to think I’ve been tricked? If I fail… I don’t know what will happen.”
“You’re more cautious than I thought? Up until now, all reincarnated people of the Dark Demon clan were pushing with force… Is it Lesia’s influence?”
Hearing Nemea’s words, Cleon momentarily thinks of something like ‘Was Lesia a prudent person?’, But then nods to her.
If she said that she made Lesia her teacher her on the other hand, it would not be too wrong to say that she was her influence her.
“As expected, Lesia.”
“…You must be a fan of Lesia too.”
I would never have thought that the modifier ‘as expected’ would be attached to the god of the world, the queen of thrones.
Could Lesia have imagined?
“… Lesia… Is a shining light and hope for me too. Cleon. It may have a slightly different meaning from you.”
“I know.”
“And I was her fan before you. No, more than anyone else in the world. I was the first to discover Lesia.”
“I guess so.”
“In other words, I’m Lesia’s number one fan, and you’re… So much behind that you don’t even know how many.”
“…Is it.”
When Cleon does n’t respond to her words her, something goes wrong, Nemea smiles and talks.
“I’ll forgive you even if you call me senior. You’re probably the only one who can call God that way.”
“No… I don’t intend to call it that.”
Maybe Nemea should say something more than Cleon thinks… To put it mildly, she’s an easy-going personality?
She does n’t say anything and as she listens to her story her, her head her feels like it’s spinning.
Could this be the difference between human and divine values…
“Yeah. Actually, I also thought it was a bit strange to be called senpai by you.”
When Cleon hits the iron wall, Nemea doesn’t say anything for a while, then she grumbles and replies as if she’s a little offended.
“Then. Let’s do the last thing. You wanted to know? Why did I invite people from outside to draw the magic circle?”
“…Ah.”
Cleon stuck out her tongue at her change of topic and nodded her head at the same time.
And the line of sight was naturally directed towards the stone slab and the huge magic circle connected from the pedestal on which the slate was placed.
“This magic circle is a magic circle to destroy all the information inside this slate-onyx tablet, and to condense all the mana accumulated to store that information into one.”
“…Destroying the slate?”
“Yes. There is no guarantee that this record will be useful even after this… It has been passed on to the people who need it the most.”
As she said that, she looked at Cleon.
After that, he was talking with a wry smile.
“I’ll give you this magic power. It’s not as much as the crystal of perfection, but it’s a considerable amount. But- Promise me that you’ll use it to defeat Adam. From the beginning… At the point where you escaped from the fate of the Dark Demon clan, like this Because that’s what I was meant to do.”
That was a month ago.
From then until now, while waiting for Cleon to arrive in this room, she has drawn a magic circle.
As she spoke, she put her hand on top of the stone slab and memorized the start words.
“Genesis.”
Then, the magic circle began to glow brightly, and the light began to fluctuate inside it-
Soon, the slate began to crack, cracking, cracking.
“…I’m sure it won’t collapse, right?”
“No, is that so?”
Cleon, who had been talking as if it was natural for her, reached her hand over her own head while clicking her tongue.
Then, by pulling Amelia’s body her toward him, he created her her half-spherical magic shield her to protect themselves.
As her ears continue to ring and vibrate, Nemea’s energy quickly disappears from Amelia’s body.
“…Then, I’ll ask you, junior.”
With those words at the end, when Amelia’s eyes completely return to the original wall, she turns into a hazy expression and collapses into Cleon’s arms of her.
“Ah, Amelia. Come to your senses.”
But- even with such a call from Cleon, she can’t stand properly.
Soon, the fragments of the largest slab collapsed, ending the collapse.
“…Whew! That was scary…”
When Schrödinger pokes her pouty face out of Cleon’s pocket, he feels the accumulated dust rising.
And- in the place where the huge stone slab had been before.
Something like a crystal of black light was floating while emitting light.
“…Is this the magic crystal that condensed the magical power of the slate?”
“It’s a terrifyingly large amount of magic power…? If you make a weapon out of something like this, it’s sure to be amazing!”
While Cleon nodded at Schrödinger’s words, he took out an empty potion bottle from his bag and kept the crystal.
“…Let’s take it to Layla. Maybe, something can be done with this.”
“Ow. But before that…”
Schrödinger slightly turns his head and looks at the dreamy Amelia, who is still in Cleon’s arms.
“It would be better to give the princess a little rest.”
“Because she lent her body to her to Nemea. She must have been influenced by the power of the Throne Master. How far before the sun rises before her?”
“There is still time. Trust the belly clock of this body.”
As Schrödinger speaks confidently, tapping his lower part with his wings, Cleon nods his head.
Then, Cleon first moved away from the place where the slate was, moved to a relatively less dusty place, and sat down.
With Amelia lying on her lap her, she stared into the distance.
When she sighs and organizes what she saw and heard today in her head her.
At some point, I could see that her head was clear.
‘…Come to think of it-‘
All the imprints of Nemea’s dominion her, which had been engraved on her own body her, had disappeared.
Since Neme Agai disappeared from the dungeon, did she also disappear?
Then what about Amelia?
With that thought in mind, he bent down slightly to inspect her hand her, where Amelia’s stamp was engraved, and for a moment tried to touch her hand her.
“Stop, Nemea!”
Abruptly, Amelia lifts her upper body her.
OK-
“Town…!?”
And Amelia’s mouth her was blocked by something.
It was the mouth of Cleon, who had her body bent down for a moment and her face downward.
It was a strong bump, but luckily it didn’t hurt…
It didn’t hurt, but-
“──”
Among the two people who were frightened by each other, Cleon was the one who regained consciousness first.
Cleon touches her lips her, quickly slipping away from her.
“Sorry, Amelia.”
“Ehh?! Ah, no…! It’s okay…! Oh, should I say thank you…! It’s a bit unsettling to have a first kiss like this…!”
In Amelia’s panic-stricken head, her brain is racing to the point that the heat of her wisdom flows.
Inside, Amelia, the self-proclaimed romance guru, was finally raising her cheers her.
“Anyway… Don’t push yourself too hard.
Cleon feels the illusion that his heart has started beating again due to the previous experience.
So when she was about to get up, Amelia reached out to Cleon.
“Now, wait! You don’t have to leave!”
However, what Amelia thought was holding his hand her was the crotch of Cleon’s pants her.
Then- the moment Cleon’s footsteps moved forward, Cleon’s pants were pulled downward by the recoil.
Thanks to that, his underwear her was exposed.
“…”
“Mi-I’m sorry, Cleon!? I didn’t think I would end up like this too!”
Cleon shuts up, and Amelia is embarrassed to see him like that.
There, suddenly, Amelia recalls the last story Nemea told.
─Love luck… What’s wrong?
An awkward silence continued to flow between Cleon and Amelia, even after the pants had been removed.
