While Lucy and Nevera were moving underground, chaos erupted above ground.
The Apostle of Magic, a highly respected sorcerer in the Empire, had jumped down below to rescue a young girl.
Seeing their revered figure in danger, many other sorcerers tried to follow her, shouting for the knights to be summoned, and the chaos that had begun among them quickly spread to the citizens, throwing the city into turmoil.
A few individuals, who remained calm, shouted to calm the situation, but their efforts were too weak to quell the panic that had already spread.
In truth, even if those who tried to stabilize the situation had some power, it would not have made a difference.
The confusion in the city was not just because of the people's bewilderment.
The unsettling energy emanating from below ground was controlling and shaking people's emotions. With such a disturbance, it would have been impossible for anyone to calm the city's chaos.
"Miss."
In the middle of the chaos, Erin, who was looking at the hole, clasped her hands together and prayed.
"O great God, please protect our kind and righteous Miss."
At that moment, a sudden tremor started to reverberate from the earth, which had been calm until then.
The shaking, so intense it made standing difficult, caused people to scramble in every direction.
"Erin-nim!"
With both arms, Kal lifted Erin, leaping over the crowd and onto a nearby building.
"Did our Miss do something?!" "Surely she must have! Our Miss would never fail!"
Not long after, two figures appeared through the darkness.
Lucy and Nevera. The Apostle of the God and the Apostle of Magic appeared as though they had shot up from below.
Kal and Erin, relieved that their master was safe, watched them soar into the sky and were left speechless.
"Wha-what is this?" "I don’t know. But since it's our Miss, she must have some meaning behind it..."
"AHH!"
With the tremors intensifying, Erin, who almost lost her balance, was caught by Kal. He was about to ask if she was okay when he saw a monstrous figure emerge from the darkness, leaving him speechless.
That was a being that should not exist in this world. A monster that should not be allowed to stand on the earth.
"Erin-nim! Stay here for a moment!" "Kal-nim?!" "Nia!"
Time to shine!
With the wind created by Nia beneath him, Kal rushed through the air and sliced off the monster's tentacles that were reaching for the people around them.
"Don’t just stand there like an idiot, move! Now!"
At Kal's shout, the sorcerers quickly began casting their spells. But it was too late.
Their response was far too sloppy compared to the strength of the monster.
We have to endure until they can regroup! At least until Miss returns!
Suppressing his fear, Kal steeled himself. Just then, a sun appeared in the sky.
It was larger, hotter, and brighter than the sun that normally resided in the sky— a miracle from the God.
Kal, who had been absentmindedly staring at the light, realized that beneath the growing sun stood his master, and he couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.
At some point, he had made a vow not to be outdone by her.
There came a moment when he thought he’d never be left behind by her.
And now, he thought, how nice it would be if he could even follow behind that person.
The sun that had fallen from the sky struck the darkness that had covered the earth.
The minions of evil tried to push the light away, but each time they did, the sun shone even brighter, never dimming.
How long did the battle between light and dark last?
As the light grew, it burst forth, and warm snowflakes began to fall from the sky over the city.
The hole where the monster’s presence had been mere moments ago had disappeared, and in the center of the plaza, only a small girl stood.
Her red hair fluttering, her jewel-like eyes scanning the world around her, she gently brushed her pale skin and smiled a mischievous smile that could even charm the gods.
Who could doubt her?
Who could deny that this person, standing before them, was the hero chosen by the God?
She was the one who would save the world, the hero who inherited the strength of past warriors, and the apostle chosen by the great God.
She was my master.
Amid the divine aura drifting around her, Lucy, standing alone, was so beautiful that Kal almost cried. Then, his eyes widened as he noticed something that had fallen beside her.
Amid the dust, the Apostle of Magic, Nevera, slowly rose and rushed toward Lucy.
"Why did you drop me from midair like that?!"
"Can't fly? Looks like you’re a low-level lackey after all."
"You should at least give me time to prepare! What was I supposed to do in a situation where my head was spinning!? I almost died!"
"What a waste. You should've died. A loser like you probably wanted to switch lackeys by now."
"Is that something you can say to me?!"
"Why? Did I scratch you? Feeling your level drop?"
"AAAH! I will never forgive you!"
Seeing Nevera charge at Lucy, Kal sighed in frustration and made his way toward Lucy.
After rushing in boldly and getting stomped by Lucy, Nevera desperately asked Kal for help, but was ignored.
In the church's reception room, which served the God of Magic.
Nevira, still upset about being stomped after trying to attack, sighed and spoke.
"I can't believe someone like you is the Apostle of the God."
"Believe it or not, I believe it's more believable that someone like you is the lackey of a loser. There are many similarities between you two, don't you think?"
"Can you stop flapping your mouth?! Hah. Seriously. You were so cool when you were facing that monster."
"Hmm. Did you fall for me? You're such a pathetic woman."
"I LIKE MEN! MEN!"
She’s so fun to tease. It’s cute how she charges at me every time I poke her.
When I was watching through the monitor, I just wanted to slap her, but I wonder what happened in the middle of all that?
"Sigh. Anyway, if what you said is true, we shouldn’t be standing here. Disasters like this may happen all over the continent."
If the Pope is trying to resurrect Agras, similar catastrophes will occur everywhere.
Not just the Pope’s minions.
The evil gods sealed in large dungeons will crack open their eggs, and their subordinates will also rise up from the earth.
The return of the mythical age means the war of the gods will begin again, and when war begins, it means countless sacrifices will follow.
However, the people on the continent are still skeptical of this fact.
What can we do?
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For hundreds of years, gods have been far removed from us.
Who would listen to someone shouting about the resurrection of evil gods in such a situation?
Unless the apostles of the gods themselves speak out.
"I understand what you're trying to say. I don't desire meaningless sacrifices either. I'll join your great cause."
"Can you convince the other idiots?"
"Just connect me with Frete. I know the whereabouts of the other apostles, so I’ll try to persuade them."
This was exactly the purpose of coming to the city.
"By the way, why aren’t you taking action yourself? If you, the Apostle of the God, spoke, anyone would listen."
"Pfft. What nonsense are you talking? Do you think those puny bastards can handle me?"
"I understand. It would cause a backlash."
There's no way I, with my Mesugaki skill, can convince anyone!
Persuasion (physical) would work, but that's about it!
But it’s annoying that they just accept it so easily!
I don't like this!
While grumbling and watching Nevera nodding, she suddenly stopped and grinned.
What’s going on? Why is she suddenly laughing? Did the God of Magic say something to her?
I turned my head and blinked, seeing the friends floating above me.
Hearing the shrill screams in my ears, I stretched out my arms and caught both Joy and Fabi in one arm each.
I can definitely feel the weight difference now.
Fabi feels about a few kilograms heavier.
I don’t think the holy pouch would account for this much difference.
Did Fabi really gain weight?
While thinking about this, Frey landed gracefully on the ground, and Arthur demonstrated his skill by performing a face-first roll.
It’s clear that hanging out with this idiot for so long has infected me with his idiocy.
"Lucy!"
"Lady Lucy!"
"Lucy."
Joy and Fabi pulled me into a tight embrace, making it hard to breathe.
Any man would dream of this kind of happy death, and I did too, but unfortunately, reality was grim.
No, I can’t breathe!
In the real-time suffocation, how am I supposed to feel any soft sensations!?
Happiness can only be felt when there’s some breathing room!
"Both of you. I think Lucy Allen might die like this."
"Ah! Lucy! I’m sorry!"
"I’m so sorry! Lady! I dared to do this to you!"
Thanks to Arthur's intervention, I was released, catching my breath, only to notice Frey hanging from my waist like a monkey.
What is this kid doing? I tried to shake him off, but he stubbornly held on, so I gave up first.
He’s not even that heavy, and if he gets bored, he’ll probably fall off.
After some time, the true friends realized that Nevera was standing before me.
"...Apostle of Magic."
"Wait a minute. Fabi. You’re saying this person is the Apostle of Magic?!"
"Yes. I remember seeing her at an official event once."
"Yes, hello everyone. I am the Apostle of Magic, Nevera."
Nevira, who lowered her head with a somewhat displeased look, cast a narrow-eyed glance at Fabi.
"I never expected to see such a girlish side to the Saintess."
"...Can you pretend you didn’t see that?"
"It was too heartwarming to pretend otherwise."
"Ugh."
Fabi, whose ears turned red, lowered her head, and Nevera let out a small chuckle.
The one who couldn’t do anything in front of me, dares to touch my friend?
While thinking about how I should make her feel, Frey suddenly spoke up.
"Hey. Is the God of Magic more powerful than Erginus?"
The idiot just dropped a bomb.