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Whether dying from overwork counted or not wasn't important.
Hiro had just swum out of the deep sea and hadn't even had time to put on clothes.
If Grayfia transported him in that state... it would be a little awkward.
And considering it was April, plus the dimensional difference between Italy and Japan, it would also be cold.
"Erica, Liliana. Your mission is to bring Alice to me."
Hiro swiftly pulled a pair of casual long pants out of the magic circle with his right hand.
Moving at high speed, he ignored the shock on Erica and Liliana's faces and spoke rapidly.
Before either of them could react, his figure vanished from their sight-just like it had that afternoon.
Whoosh-
Above the empty sea, only a faint breeze remained, along with the sound of waves below.
Liliana and Erica exchanged glances, each seeing lingering shock in the other's eyes, mixed with a hint of helpless exasperation.
"The King is really busy," Liliana said quietly. "He must have only just resurrected, yet he's already rushing off to some unknown place to keep fighting."
Standing beside her, Erica silently added another line in her heart.
Hopefully it's fighting in the literal sense, not fighting in another sense.
She had already sensed that Hiro wasn't an herbivorous male a few days ago at Lucrezia's residence on Sardinia.
Even without seeing it firsthand, the subtle details-along with the Arianna-like changes that had occurred in Lucrezia-were enough for Erica to be basically certain.
"Compared to the King's workload," Liliana continued, "the news of Michael-no, Jehovah's descent-is far more important, isn't it? By common sense, a deity of that level shouldn't appear in the human world at all. Yet not only did he descend, he was also successfully slain by the King. Just imagining what that represents makes my scalp tingle."
As she pictured the reaction of the Pope and the Church in the Vatican upon learning that "the Ungodly Jehovah was slain by a Campione," Liliana's body shuddered.
The Pope might handle it rationally.
But fanatical zealots, devout believers, or those driven mad by the news?
Their actions couldn't be restrained by reason or common sense.
Normally, even people from the Inner World wouldn't know exactly which god a Campione had slain.
But Liliana didn't dare guarantee how many people in the Vatican had seen and realized that the figure was the suspected Jehovah-or Michael.
"No, Lily," Erica said calmly. "Hiro only mentioned an attack from Jehovah. He never said the Heretic God was Jehovah himself. It's best not to jump to conclusions without the King's personal confirmation."
Based on her understanding of Liliana, Erica easily saw through her thoughts.
"And besides, there isn't a single version where Jehovah himself has wings-let alone twelve. Even if your Spirit Vision was off, the appearance of that god was witnessed by both of us. So the 'Jehovah's attack' Hiro mentioned should be an Authority belonging to Michael, not Jehovah's actual descent."
Relying purely on deduction, Erica's guess came frighteningly close to the truth.
If Hiro were present, he might not have been able to resist applauding.
"That makes sense," Liliana said after a moment, nodding thoughtfully. "Matters concerning the King aren't for us knights to speculate about."
"Our mission now," she continued, "is to bring Princess Alice to the King's side, as he ordered."
Seeing her response, Erica smiled faintly.
A teachable child.
Ahhhhh-!!! Hiss hiss hiss-!!!
The moment Hiro's foot touched the grass, a mix of human screams and the cries of some grotesquely magnified reptilian creature flooded his ears, making him frown instinctively.
Amid a nauseating gulu gulu sound, Hiro was pulling a casual top out of storage when his eyes landed on the towering crimson mass ahead.
Yes.
A jelly.
A red jelly, wobbling and gurgling.
All the screams and roars came from inside, outside, and directly in front of that mouthless "jelly."
"Lord Hiro!"
As he stared blankly at the sight, Grayfia's voice-tinged with clear relief-came from behind him.
A layer of purple energy burst from her body, rapidly expanding until it matched the jelly's size. Holding two long swords of the same hue, she charged head-on into the deity known as [Sū].
Using the opening, Hiro turned toward Grayfia, his expression mildly curious.
"A mere local deity. Is this thing really so strong that you couldn't defeat it even with my Blessing?"
"Yes," Grayfia replied evenly. "It is extremely strong. Even with the favor you granted me, I was unable to kill it."
Her expression remained unchanged as she continued, "After using your favor, I attempted to summon you several times, but received no response. Seeing that you are safe, Grayfia is truly relieved."
Relieved enough that I want to hug you.
"I see."
Hearing her explanation, Hiro immediately understood the reason behind her earlier tone and shook his head helplessly.
"That Heretic God really was troublesome. I had to die once to deal with it. When you called earlier, I was still waiting for the resurrection loading bar to finish."
The Phoenix's Blessing has a loading time?
That's just ridiculous.
Hiro complained internally.
From start to finish, it never crossed his mind that the "loading time" had anything to do with Jehovah.
In the distance, Ena-who had vaguely seen Hiro appear-had a giant question mark floating over her head.
Why had Miss Grayfia stayed still just now, letting the purple humanoid get attacked without counterattacking?
Where did the King go?
Why did he come back without a shirt?
Was it torn during the fight?
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