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"Your Majesty!"
As she drew closer, Liliana immediately recognized Hiro's face.
The vigilance on her expression instantly melted away, replaced by surprise, joy, and a faint sense of relief, as though a heavy burden had finally been set down.
Thank goodness. His Majesty is still alive.
If her spiritual sight had indirectly caused the death of her Lord less than an hour after she swore allegiance, then regardless of the truth or how the industry spread the story, it would have been a devastating blow to her personal reputation. It wouldn't even be strange if it provoked destructive retaliation from the other God Slayer.
Liliana had already learned from Erica that the maid by Hiro's side was also a God Slayer.
Because of that, after glimpsing Michael's true name with her spiritual sight, she hadn't opposed Erica's suggestion to "summon Your Majesty." That was how the situation had developed into what it was now.
Although it was fortunate that there were no casualties, the economic damage suffered by Italy and the surrounding coastal nations was beyond tragic.
For Italy, which had taken the brunt of it, the losses from this "natural disaster" might well surpass those of the First World War a century ago, and even the Second World War that followed.
Feeling slightly reassured, Liliana slowed her pace.
Ahead of her, Erica Blandelli was clearly vexed by her own rude and reckless behavior.
"Um, Your Majesty, it's not what you think. Please let me explain."
With an embarrassed expression, like someone caught in the middle of a shūchaku, Erica slowly put away the [Leonhart] Hiro had released and stepped back twice.
Aware that she had made a mistake, Erica abandoned the idea of calling him by name to build intimacy and switched back to an honorific.
Even with Liliana, the "Second Knight," present.
Splash.
Saltwater slid down from Hiro's shoulders, arms, and other parts of his body, dripping into the slightly rippling sea.
Hiro slowly rose from the water and nodded at Erica.
"Mm. Go on. I'm listening."
His physique wasn't overly muscular, yet the muscle definition was unexpectedly perfect.
His biceps were subtly prominent, and his eight-pack abs were clearly defined, inevitably bringing to mind the statue of David.
All of it highlighted the charm of Hiro, the Maou, to Erica, a sixteen-year-old girl in the midst of first love.
(Innate Physique + Authority: Perfect Form Fixation)
"Because the scale of Your Majesty's battle with Michael was... well, an exaggeration never before recorded. So as your First Knight-"
Your Majesty's body looks unexpectedly handsome.
Is it because he's a God Slayer? No. Even though Hiro slew a god, he didn't undergo a Dark Ritual, so his body should still be human.
Which means all of this is the result of His Majesty's usual efforts.
As her gaze secretly traced Hiro's well-defined physique, a faint blush crept across Erica's cheeks.
That thought flashed through her mind, yet the explanation on her lips continued without pause.
"I, Erica Blandelli, was naturally concerned for Your Majesty's safety, and so, when-"
However, as Hiro continued rising from the water, Erica's eyes widened by a third.
Her voice steadily dropped until only her lips were moving.
The faint blush instantly spread across her cheeks, reaching her earlobes in the blink of an eye.
After all, as everyone knows, even if the world ends, synthetic fibers will survive until the very last moment.
Scenes like this only appear in non-restricted-
generally, in certain comics, novels, movies, TV series, or anime.
In reality, there's no supernatural censorship like [Holy Light], nor some considerate cosmic consciousness like the [Dark Shadow].
No. As expected of His Majesty, who achieved the great feat of God Slaying with a human body.
His capacity truly is vast and magnificent.
Not only Erica, but Liliana, who had just arrived nearby, naturally didn't miss the sight.
She opened her mouth, and the silver-haired girl was speechless for a moment.
Only her bright eyes, filled with agitation, silently conveyed everything.
Thump.
"Mm? In what?"
Stepping steadily onto the air-board formed by magic power, Hiro frowned slightly as the night wind brushed against his body and asked in a calm tone.
With local businesses in neighboring countries essentially dead, if he wanted a clean set of clothes, he'd have to travel outside Italy.
While using magic to remove stains wasn't impossible, human physiological senses were still human physiological senses.
Before Erica, whose eyes were already wide open, could speak, Liliana, standing behind her, forced out a question through what seemed like a tangled tongue.
"Y-Your Majesty, why are you n-not... not wearing... wearing..."
"After an attack of that magnitude just now, do you think clothes made by humans could remain intact?"
Hiro answered matter-of-factly, glancing at the silver-haired girl who was trying to look away while still sneakily peeking.
A warming spell activated, and wisps of white steam rose from the surface of his body.
The crystals left behind by evaporating seawater were scattered by the breeze that followed, leaving no trace behind.
"Facing Jehovah's strike, I died once. Did you still expect that set of clothes to survive? Do you think reality works like some manga or novel?"
"Uh..."
"Hiro is right."
Liliana jolted, and Erica forced a smile as she nodded.
Then, two seconds later, both girls finally caught the key point in that sentence.
Their eyes flew open, and the flush on their faces was instantly replaced by shock.
"Jehovah?!"
Your reactions are a bit slow, Hiro complained inwardly.
He replied casually, "Otherwise? Do you think a mere Michael could unleash that kind of attack while also taking care of innocent civilians and Vatican territory? You're overestimating the Simulacrum Dei, Michael."
An Archangel who might not even be able to defeat Lucifer-without Jehovah's assistance, his status and strength would only be average at best.
Hiro shook his shoulders, feeling the last traces of moisture evaporate.
Just as he was about to reach into the long-unused System space to retrieve a spare set of clothes, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Hiro-sama."
Hiro: Is this really trying to work me to death?
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