Chapter 429 – Temporary Alliance

“Long time no see… Is not But nice to see you again. If you came all the way here, you must have read my letter, right?”

“… Okay. I read it, so I have no choice but to come.”

Tarla’s smile deepened at my answer.

She knocks down a slack with a heel. There was nothing strange in itself that those words came out of Tarla’s mouth.

I don’t know why, but Tarla was gathering the power of evil gods.

That alone was enough to accept Tarla’s request for cooperation, but… The biggest reason was different.

“Did you say that you can turn a bent leisure back into a good god?”

“Also. You found out. That password is only known to me.”

Tarla nodded her head, as if certain of something.

And the party who were not lowering their vigilance behind them were startled.

“Master?! A password, that’s what…”

“You. I don’t think you’ve talked about this before?”

“… Husband. Do you know what it means to bring back a fallen god?”

Scratching the back of my head shyly, I replied to my women.

“Actually, I wasn’t too sure. It was a cleverly hidden password that someone expected to crack. I thought it would have been embarrassing if I misinterpreted it, so I just kept it shut… Did you have to tell me?”

“Isn’t that obvious, you?! It’s a few hours difference anyway, but it’s good to let you know in advance!”

“Sorry. But really, I wasn’t too sure.”

A document item that I was able to collect little by little while defeating Tarla in H&A. These are fragments of a diary with a rough description of Tarla’s circumstances…

Not the text in the item description, but the complex patterns in the item image that I received from Tarla’s letter.

If it wasn’t for the excellent memory characteristics, it would have been considered a mere optical illusion. It was probably only the secret part that was slightly covered up by the power of seething silence.

Unless you are sensitive to energy like me, you will not feel a sense of incongruity, and even if you notice it, you will not be able to interpret what it means.

… I thought it was, but how embarrassing would it be if I said it was just because of my mood? As Elisha said, there are places where you can find out in a few hours anyway.

“It just happened that way.”

“Okay… All right. But next time just tell me. I’ll just tease you once and you’re done.”

“Are you kidding me anyway…”

It took a while for me to smile and shake my head. Carla looked up at this side with a betrayal on her face, and her eyes met.

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“How the hell did you know that password? Ah! Was it the secret word of the Lindelheit family that I told you about? Is it like that too? There is no such thing as a secret between the two of us that only the owner and that fake know, right?”

“…”

Rather than really thinking that way, a desperate attitude that shows the wish that it would be so.

I knew that Karla was very conscious of Tarla, but I never thought she would.

Looking at her eyes full of tears, as if she would cry if touched, she wanted to torment her for no reason… Barely endured.

Then she gave her a light pat on the back and opened her mouth.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry. Carla, do you know? Just… It’s because I saw a little bit from the future.”

“Is that so…”

Carla calms down in an instant whenever she pats her on the back. Later she goes and even puts her elated expression on Tarla.

Of course, Tarla only snorted at her.

The atmosphere was lightened for a moment, but her Solari was still thinking about something with a serious expression.

Then, perhaps he had made up his mind, put a little hesitation behind and asked Tarla.

“Is it true that you can undo a bent slack?”

“… I’m sure there’s a way to try it, but I’m not sure. Still, are you willing to cooperate? Let’s talk in detail in my room.”

Having said that, Tarla gently rolled the crown prince who was wriggling under her feet with her tentacles.

The crown prince instantly crouched down in a corner.

With one arm and one leg turned at an oblique angle, the one clinging to the ground looks like a corpse caught in an explosion and brutally killed.

I’d just pass out.

“Never mind this guy. He was a bit intimidated, but he seems to be serious about fighting evil spirits. If he helped us, he would help and not hinder us.”

After saying that, Tarla turned her back and tried to leave the headquarters. But for some reason she stopped right in front of her door.

He turned to her side and slightly curved her languid eyes.

“… Thanks for coming.”

“What now… ?”

“I said let’s go. My accommodation is a bit far away.”

After answering firmly, Tarla walked away. Could it be that she is in a bad mood? She seems more mentally stable than I’ve seen before.

Maybe it has something to do with absorbing the power of evil spirits?

Tilting her head, she followed Tarla.

“Wow, poor crown prince… !”

“This is a challenge declaration! Yongin declared a challenge for the current throne!”

“I’m not dead yet…”

Not long after, there was a commotion behind me, but it had nothing to do with me.

***

As he said, it is a temporary building located far away from the outpost.

It’s quite large, but this place, which looks desolate with nothing around, must be Tarla’s accommodation.

Tarla, noticing my gaze, shrugged her shoulders as if it didn’t matter.

“The ugly Power of Prosperity does not use it, but just possessing it has a subtle effect on the surroundings. It’s just that I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Oh my god. She even cared about that… ?”

“What do you think of me?”

“I thought I would walk around confidently, and then tear to death on the spot if someone possessed by power came running at me.”

“… I can’t deny it. If it were me, that would certainly be the case.”

Tarla smiled bitterly and opened the door to her inn.

The inside looks bigger than it looks from the outside. There are far better furnishings than the Headquarters that existed just a moment ago.

What… Apparently, Tarla seems to have settled here by threatening the crown prince, so this must have been ripped off as well.

Or the Crown Prince, who acknowledged that Tarla was stronger than himself, gave it all up without saying anything.

Actually, it doesn’t matter either way. The important thing is that Tarla is melting into society rationally.

Could it be that Tarla is not only kind to us, but also a little harmful to others?

The Tarla I knew was a madman who cursed everything in the world and demanded that everyone fall to the same height as him.

But now…

Isn’t it something like a temporary alliance, but a real ally? Maybe we shouldn’t kill each other?

‘I saved your life once, so next time you’ll save mine.’

Why did I suddenly remember the last words Tarla said before stealing my coma?

Shake your head and erase the overly optimistic thoughts for a while.

My party and Tarla were sitting facing each other in front of a spacious desk.

Tarla looked around with her eyes halfway between languor and decadence.

“The greetings ended a little while ago, so let’s get right to the point, shall we? The god over there seems to be in a hurry too.”

“Ah, yes. … Solari. I understand your feelings, but let’s wag her tail moderately.”

“If my husband says so… Huh…”

It was Solari who nodded her head, but as if she couldn’t help moving unconsciously, she grabbed her tail and fixed it.

Looking at that figure, Tarla narrowed her eyes as if she had seen something very strange, but… She immediately came to her senses and cleared her throat.

“Hmmmm. As everyone knows, the curved composure builds an area by layering layers of barriers, and it becomes terrifyingly strong within it.”

“Yes?”

“And the Fall Ritual begins by isolating the god and absorbing all of her powers.”

“… No way?”

Despite my bewildered reaction, Tarla did not stop and continued to explain.

“First of all, I will eat the barriers that are the pillars of the curved leisure area one by one. Normally, this is impossible, but with the power of ugly prosperity and turbid unity, it is possible.”

“Huh.”

That’s right. I wonder if it’s a completely different energy, but since it’s the same evil god’s power, there will be little resistance.

It’s a realm or a barrier, but in the end, it’s essentially an intangible energy, so it’s vulnerable to absorption-type powers.

Of course, this is only theoretically true, but in reality there are probably many problems. But.

“She is what was once called the saint of evil spirits. I have all kinds of mysticism in my head, so I can adjust the level to my own. Wasn’t the leeway that was bent in the first place also the barrier you opened yourself?”

It’s just things that don’t matter to Tarla.

“To sum it up, the barrier that has already been opened is used against it to cause the fall of the sky once again. After completely isolating the crooked leisure and inducing the continuous consumption of divine power, in the end, the distorted faith is replaced with the correct one. That’s all.”

It is impossible for us, who have no knowledge of the Fallen Ceremony, and even if there is one, who cannot deceive the curved composure, who is an expert in barriers.

It’s only possible because of Tarlai, but… There is no such thing as a perfect plan in this world.

“However, I have no way to offer that correct faith. No, you won’t be able to fight properly because you’re concentrating on your consciousness in the first place.”

“After all, you’re saying that it’s impossible for you alone.”

“Yes. That’s why I called you. … Oh, let me add one more thing.”

After a moment’s pause, Tarla looked at her solari and continued her words.

“Since there are no believers who remember the surging blue now, there is no guarantee that the surging blue of the past will return even if you offer the right faith. Perhaps a new god is being born.”

“Ah…”

Yes. This is, after all, the Fallen of Fallen. It’s not like rewinding.

Tarla held out his hand to the stunned Solari.

“But if you don’t mind, you can give it a try. What would you like to do?”

“…”

Solari thought about it for a while, but soon grabbed Tarla’s hand and shook it lightly.

I hope this handshake won’t turn into a handshake.