Chapter 353 – The Descent of the Goddess (4)
〈Miss Selena! Are you okay?!〉
〈… Yes. I’m only slightly injured.〉
Selena pressing on her pony belly, gushing her blood out of her mouth. Dismuke, who was pressuring her wounds by her side, called out hastily.
‘Dr. Dana Verbeia! Boo, please! Cure!〉
I quickly helped Dana and brought her. And then filled her mana.
Paah-!
My eyes I treated Selena’s trauma and touched her belly.
‘My intestines are a little damaged. Bring a stretcher, put me on the bed and let me rest.”
‘If you don’t stay calm, there will be aftereffects. You should see the successor.〉
Selena paused, then smiled bitterly.
Having said that, she stopped talking as if she had lost her strength.
‘Bring the stretcher! Quickly!〉
Dismuke ordered the other attendants to fetch a stretcher. Veronica came over to me looking through it.
〈… My dear Did you see the situation of the city as you came?”
Or, like Dana, you’ll have to do something advantageous in terms of compatibility.
‘Still, considering the difference in strength, the guy who fought on Garden Island in Bicorn must be of the warrior class.’
It was probably right because it was enough to make something like a shield or sword with ice mana. You can think that a guy like that is hard to see.
One day, someone stronger than him might come out.
‘This isn’t even a connection or summoning between dimensions. It is neglect. It’s as if they left a crack in the other world.〉
Veronica looked at her manor, her lord, as if she was disgusted. Except for the cheat on her eyes, her space magic was better for her than for me.
“Can you stop this?”
〈… That would be impossible. It’s terribly irresponsible, but at that level, it’s a great magic. I wonder if it will be solved even if I kill the caster.〉
Fuck. When Veronica says this, she’s really fucked up.
‘… Should I get out of Romania?’
As long as we’re healthy, Romania’s army and enforcement officers will come and do something.
I don’t want to think that this is the beginning of the end of the world.
But I can’t leave fucking Tyrsi alone. As I felt the discomfort of getting my feet wet with nervousness, Selena, who was being carried on a stretcher, waved to me.
─Swipe.
She, who was having a hard time even talking about her wounds, wrote on my wrist in blood.
—Ianus.
I read the text and shook my head.
Janus is the god of doors and protection. And doors were various symbols with complex meanings.
It was worth it. How did the front door of the company you see when you go to work look like the front door you see when the elevator opens on the way home from work?
A door symbolizes ‘entering’ and ‘exiting’ at the same time, and also serves as a powerful guardian in the sense of controlling its opening and closing.
It feels like a physical education teacher or something at the high school gate. A gym teacher with two heads.
Do you think this will be punished a little bit?
If there is a creature that comes and goes even in a chaotic rift, it is a kind of ‘door’.
And a door is a door because it opens and closes. Ilchin, who is in charge of feeding, can’t do that if he can’t do that either.
Dana made a point even as she frowned as if she didn’t want to hit the candle.
It’s not even wrong. It seemed that there was no large Janus cult in Lenapolis.
〈——Hey, over there!〉
Then Catherine, who was far away from her, approached and shouted. No, looking closely, she is not Katherine, but her older sister, Audrey. Her brother was sleep deprived, so she was shifted this morning.
What about that pale guy?
When I asked again, thinking of her head-to-toe white Signatio, Audrey whispered softly what she was mistaken for.
Well, you don’t have to force it. I had a little bit of anticipation for the unexpected good news.
Even so, the words seemed to work, and although it’s a guess, he would be a top 5 person I’ve seen. Whether it’s dealing with the Jotunn or closing the rift, I’ll be able to pay more than garage.
I tried to find him right away, but I had to put that plan aside for a while. A large crowd suddenly broke through the door of the mansion and entered.
Haha. Is it wrong because the situation requires an urgent wage? The speed at which he handles work is lightning fast, like a part-time job 10 minutes before the store closes.
“Hey, what are you doing! At the door of the master’s mansion—-〉
Dismuke, who was the flagship of the definite answer, shut up. It was probably because among the crowds of dozens of people, there were many writers dressed in fancy clothes like aristocrats.
Probably the nobles and their escorts. Maybe they were the people who wanted to go to Diavolo to investigate the theft of the auction item.
How do you know? The lead is Mrs. Minerva, so fuck it.
Wearing a full course of eyepatch prosthetic arm and prosthetic leg prosthesis, Lord Luc Regens looked around the crowd while saying that.
Audrey and I flinched for nothing. I know it’s not a time like this, but he seemed like a helpless shoplifter.
She was the one who sucked and talked about her face ten times more than when she was chasing us.
If she beats this lady, even if she is the emperor, she will be accused of being a human bastard who assaults the disabled, but even that logic based on humanity will not work for her shogun (physical) jotuns.
In fact, the nobles and their escorts had various expressions on their faces, but none of them smiled positively.
〈… I get it. Agent? There must be someone in charge of the mansion.〉
“You mean you fell down? What’s going on–〉
Minerva, who was talking about her house, must have been very nervous, and when she tried to ask such a question, she seemed to find Jotun’s corpse, which was barely beaten and cooked well and looked like a pork cutlet peeled off the batter.
〈… Ho?〉
Slightly admiring, she looked at the people in her room who looked as if they had lived with some blood on her clothes——so, she accurately found us and went to visit us.
The way you ask the question is cool. Thinking of the hard work of the subordinates in the manor, I can’t stop sympathizing with them, sir.
However, it is the truth of the world that Dagul is the most advantageous fight no matter what.
It wouldn’t even make sense to jump here. I turn the plate overturned and pulled the knife that I played the game a bit fucked, but I just went to the back and know what would happen?
‘That is a good answer. But there will be rewards. If I do my duty and survive.”
Are you kidding? Can I laugh WA! Where did my belly button go!
Unfortunately, Minerva was quite beautiful, so even if she had a straight face, she didn’t have the talent of a comedian to make others laugh, so I couldn’t laugh at that bloody joke either.
After a short and bold conversation, Minerva went off to discuss something again, and I asked someone who didn’t look moderately noble.
“Are all of you participating in the war?”
Then it is.
Even if you throw away an auction item, your life comes first, and if things go well, he will run to you later while stroking your beard and say, ‘Ahem! So, are there five items from my auction that were stolen?’. These seedlings.
Still, since it’s the behavior of the nobility itself, I’m not particularly disappointed. Ajumma duo with partial defect is a different species.
‘Done. Jump around and drag the jotuns a bit aggro, you bastards.’
I prayed for their struggle.
It’s not like a curse. I prayed that you don’t get hurt and that you play a little while pulling aggro, but wouldn’t it be more correct to say that this is a blessing? Let’s do something like that.
Anyway, while praying like that, I glared at the mansion.
Veronica said this was ‘only opening the other world’.
If that’s true, it means that even this extreme chaos of Jotun or Frost Giant is part of Diavolo’s plan!
‘… It also bothers me that Tirsi doesn’t move too much.’
When I couldn’t figure out the circumstances, I thought I might be thinking of marrying the kidnapper.
However, the opponent is a kidnapper, an honorary aristocrat who is a viscount by status, and Diavolo, who also looks like a fucking mess.
It didn’t seem like Tyrsi didn’t have eyes for men like that. Considering that he joked with me about how handsome he was, there must be serious flaws in his sense of aesthetics and gag sense.
Even without her jokes, the character I knew of her meant she had to do something a long time ago.
He used to be calculating for his own sake, but at least he wasn’t the kind of person who would risk the lives of others. I didn’t know if I would be able to commit suicide if I helped with this case.
Something was wrong with her.
I thought so, then looked back. Her wives were preparing to follow, as if they were doing it for granted.
“Zugiyo. If I told you not to follow me, would you not come?”
“Huh. The worries you must be feeling now are the feelings we feel every day when you are gone alone.”
It was Veronica who said it, but the other three seemed to agree.
Nord, a sinner, couldn’t even lift the poison, so he just nodded.
‘Well, there’s no guarantee that it’ll be safe here.’
Nothing. All I have to do is grind Diavolo into fine pieces, protect her wives, and save Tyrsie.
It’s going to be pretty simple, but what the heck.
