Chapter 354 – Libra (10)

There are only a handful of cultists and monsters left now. But they haven’t disappeared anywhere. It was just a stepping stone for the owner.

She leaned against Elisha and lifted her head.

A large woman’s arm seen in the distance. However, it was the arm that first came to my mind that it was just a strange size, and that it was beautiful because it was thin and pure white.

The problem is that that arm blocked Furnishment, my best firepower, with a single drop of blood.

[Huh. It’s also pretty stingy.]

Cozy yet bewitching. A demonic voice that forces men and women to face their innermost desires.

It was so self-evident who the owner of the voice was, I couldn’t believe it again.

“… Ugly flourishes?”

[Do you understand? Is the correct answer I still only have arms.]

I still have only arms… Is it.

The ugly prosperousness now has one arm out of the seal. After a while, the rest of the body will come out.

Unusual situation. The women who were blowing magic from a distance so as not to interfere with each other, and Helena, who had been fighting in front of me, hurriedly gathered to where I was.

It was an instinctive move, like finding the most important person first in a dangerous situation. I also didn’t find much difference in what I was looking for in my woman.

Elisha, who had been supporting me from earlier, asked in a trembling voice.

“You… What the heck… ?”

The gaze of the concentrating party. Maybe I’m not asking because I don’t know. I just can’t believe it when I see it, so I’m sure it’s from the heart that I want you to deny it.

Ugly flourishes have succeeded in gambling. By sacrificing most of his followers, he tilted the balance of the battlefield at a disadvantage.

He barely calmed his trembling breath and looked at the ugly prosperous arm.

A strong presence that distorts reality just by existing. It’s not like Solari’s favorite avatar. It is the true body of God.

As of now, I can never do anything about it, but at least a sword master or archmage must be a higher level existence to properly inflict wounds.

She stretched out her sweet, chalcedony finger and pointed right at me.

[Baby. Now I’m stronger than you It’s your last chance. My offer is still valid… What would you do?]

“…”

[I’m telling you just in case, but don’t make me wait too long.]

Unlike a moment ago, I couldn’t answer right away. I can’t easily refuse

That’s because he thought that this answer might decide my fate, and perhaps the fate of my women.

In fact, it’s simple to say you’ll fight no matter how ugly flourishing might be. I’m not afraid to actually fight.

It’s a very small wound, but any furnishment works. Maybe there is some way.

But… But that’s it.

What if I lose?

I’m forced to become an apostle, and I may be contaminated by the divine power of the evil god, but I won’t die.

But what about the others?

Carla? Maybe even Karl won’t die. But the ugly prosperity that recognized Karla’s bowl won’t let it go.

I’ll probably break it at all costs. In that way, she would make Carla, who had let go of herself, into a high priest equal to her apostle.

So what about the others?

To put it bluntly, the others don’t have to be spared from their ugly thriving position.

Due to its nature, it won’t kill right away, but it will roll until it dies. Maybe he’ll make me, who can’t disobey his orders.

That way I’ll break down a little faster. I will become an obedient apostle and dedicate this world.

I’m not afraid to fight It’s not that I’m desperate for the current situation. Death is a bit scary, but I was prepared for it.

But I fear the terrible future my women face.

I was so afraid that I wondered what it would be like if I accepted that offer.

“I am…”

I opened my mouth hesitantly, but I couldn’t bear to say the next word and hesitated.

Tight.

Carla grabbed my hand and whispered in a low voice.

“Master. I’m OK.”

“Uh?”

“I’m OK. I was able to come this far after meeting my master, and I was able to be this happy… My life should have been broken long ago.”

“Carla…”

“Whatever the master chooses, I will follow. If Master fights, I will also fight until the last moment. If the master surrenders, I will also surrender. So master, please do what you want to do.”

“…”

Okay. I thought Carla would say this. Because you always affirmed everything and followed me.

That’s why I couldn’t do anything on my own.

Because I know very well that not only myself but also Carla’s life is riding on my shoulders.

But maybe he didn’t like my attitude? When Elisha, who was supporting her shoulders, frowned at her, she grabbed me by the collar.

Then, in a slightly angry voice, she opened her mouth.

“You. Are you hesitating because of us right now? Did Carla sound like she was putting the blame on you?”

“That…”

“If so, let me correct one misunderstanding.”

He brought his face close enough that their foreheads touched and looked straight into my eyes.

“We are not your burden.”

“What?”

“We are not your burden. I and others just want to help you. We decided to follow you out of our own will, and we did not ask you to take responsibility.”

“… Ah.”

As I was chewing on the words I just heard, Elisha let go of my collar and gently relaxed her expression and placed her hand on my chest.

“Didn’t I tell you? I want to be the best. But I don’t have to be the best. If you become the best, so will I.”

“I did. Huh. I remember.”

“Why do you think that would be?”

“… Because I am Elisha’s owner?”

Elisha laughed at my cautious guess and shook her head.

“No. Of course, that’s the reason… Precisely because you are my partner and I am proud of you.”

“Boast… ?”

“Yes. I’m proud. You are my treasure and my pride. When you feel good, I like it, and your glory is as proud as mine. … Aren’t you? Wasn’t I your pride?”

“…”

I was speechless for a moment. Because I never thought of it that way.

But I see what you mean. If Elisha is good, I’m happy, and if Elisha is sad, I’m sad too.

Elisha is… No, not just Elisha, but all the other women.

Feeling as if I had been hit in the back of the head, I looked around meticulously.

Carla, Elisha, Iris, Fay, Iona, Helena, Solari.

All of them were my pride and my treasure.

If anyone dares to put down a scratch, it’s absolutely unbearable.

Thinking so cleared the complicated clouds in my head, and it became clear what I had to do.

“Hey. Can I ask you a favor a bit too much?”

“If it is the name of the master, just say whatever it is.”

“Joy! When was the last time you did a normal favor?”

“O master. Even if I look like this, I’m quite older. Trust me at least once.”

“I’m your junior’s exclusive alchemist, right? When a junior asks an unreasonable request, my job is to listen to it.”

“That’s right. There are no classes these days, but Yandel students are students and I am a professor?”

“Brother. If I am with you, I can go into the fire of hell with a smile.”
“This is my husband whom I met after a long time. I will never let you go until you give birth to a son and two daughters!”

There are so many people, it takes quite a while to say one word at a time. It was so much fun. I was happy that there were so many women who were mine that I couldn’t hug them all even if I hugged them with both arms.

Is that why? I asked with a smile on my face.

“Risk your life for me.”

I nodded after checking the silent nodding women one by one.

“Thank you.”

Now all that remains is to stake everything that is allowed to me.

I turned around and looked up at the ugly prosperity.

[Is the story over? Seeing my consideration for not overhearing what you were saying on purpose, I hope it was a good answer.]

“Okay.”

He straightened his back, straightened her shoulders, and asked confidently.

“I don’t listen to those weaker than me… Do you know what comes next?”

[Hmm. To be honest, I’m not really curious. But since you brought it up, don’t ask. What do you mean next?]

“Who are your parents who gave birth to you?”

[… ?]

“Don’t feel it.”

[…]

The ugly prosperity that I understood a beat later pointed a finger at me and sighed.

[… Okay. I’m sorry.]

A cold, cold voice. At the same time, pink rays shot from the pale fingertips of ugly prosperity.

Wee-ae-ae-ae… Quaang!

A barrier that oscillates as if it will break at any moment. I obviously blocked it, but when I ran away from the earth-shaking shock, Elisha, who was running with me, shouted in a bewildered voice.

“Are you running away after saying such a tragic thing?!”

“Ugh! Strategic retreat strategic retreat! I’m going to meet the circulating Lord of Life!”

If the ugly prosperity put most of his divine power and followers on the scale… Shouldn’t I also upload something corresponding to that?

We just need a little help along the way.

“Help me!”

… Really?