Chapter: 658
To get to the point, the divine society isn’t all that different from that of humans.
There are bad guys and good guys, weirdos and sticklers, weaklings and strong folks. It ain’t just about personal traits.
Their way of life is pretty much the same too.
Between deities, there exists a clear hierarchy, and there are always key representatives encompassing numerous gods.
In simpler terms, think of it like a company.
There are deities responsible for swordsmanship and spear techniques, with a martial arts god representing them all.
Under the god of nature, there are multiple categories, and similarly under the god of magic, and even under the hopeless goddess I refer to as the perverted crow, there’s a bunch of beings.
If you think of it in corporate terms, the perverted crow might be the CEO of a subsidiary.
So, there’s no need to convince every single god.
If I can get a representative to understand, the rest will naturally follow suit.
Perhaps they’d be even more obedient than humans.
Gods are conceptual beings, after all. They can’t just tell a superior being to shove it.
Living in a world where quitting means death is horrifying. It seems that the position of a god isn’t all that glamorous either.
“LUUUCY!”
As the perverted apostle charged at me, I landed a slap to his face, making him spin in the air a few times before he landed smoothly on the ground.
“Hot! Ouch! But it feels so good! That real sensation!”
You can tell he’s not keeping any semblance of dignity, considering he’s currently passed his persona onto the crow.
He’s still not ready to step into the realm of deities.
For now, I’m thinking it’s wise to convince him in this makeshift manner.
And right now, I’m glad I made that choice.
With the perverted apostle as my opponent, I can freely use violence.
“Calm down a bit, you brat. What do you think your apostle would say?”
“They’d say I’m doing great? Our apostle loves touching Lucy too!”
“…Truly hopeless.”
Even Ganshu shook his head and gave up on reasoning, so I pulled out my last resort. Papa! Grab that guy!
“Let’s talk first.”
Despite being subdued by Benedict, the crow’s lips still curled into a smile.
“Benedict Alrn! I really like you too! You looked quite magnificent on the front lines!”
“I’m glad you see it that way. But let’s get to the point, shall we?”
“Got it, got it. But can you make sure to embellish it a bit for Frete? I wanna be seen as a cool god by the apostle.”
If that’s the case, the thought that they should keep wearing the mask crossed my mind too, but arguing about it seemed pointless, so I let it slide.
“So, you, the apostle of the god. What do you plan to do to embrace even weak gods? I’m open to listening to your requests, but I want to hear the details.”
As I recounted the events in the game just like I had imagined, the crow’s expression turned serious.
“It’s an interesting idea, but can it be persuaded? There must be numerous religions harboring grudges against the church of the god.”
“You idiots should do your best. It’s you guys whining about not wanting to disappear, yet you should be grateful it didn’t kick you to the curb.”
With my sarcastic tone, I could’ve easily heated the moment, but the crow nodded along.
“Can’t argue with that. If it’s the church of the god where the apostle and the saint reside, we’d be willing to show tolerance. The rest is for us to put in the effort.”
“…Why are you pretending to be normal?”
“What do you mean? I’ve always had an air of majesty!”
Asking her to explain again, the crow goddess took her leave.
[What’s going on?]
‘Am I the only one feeling uneasy? Grandpa seems to sense something’s off too, right?!’
[That person won’t back down so easily. There must be some plan in play.]
Is that “birdbrain” actually clever enough for that?!
What kind of tricks is she plotting now?
What kind of perverted tactic is she gonna whip out?
“Excuse me, Young Lady.”
As Erin modestly greeted me, I was about to reply but caught a slight glint in her eyes and pulled out my mace.
“Hey, you perverted crow! Don’t you have any pride?”
“Did you catch on already? You’re pretty quick on the uptake. But it doesn’t matter!”
Seeing a crow approaching in Erin’s form, I quickly hopped onto Benedict’s shoulder. Get away! You wicked one! Return Erin’s body!
“Benedict, I’d appreciate it if you could step back.”
“You can take me down anytime, Goddess.”
“I’ll draw five versions of you with that ‘Papa Fighting!’ line on a Lucy doll.”
At that moment, Benedict’s shoulder flinched, but he shook his head at my sharp glare.
“Do I look like someone who’d be swayed by that?” “I can also make you a Lucy doll dressed for her coming-of-age ceremony.”
“…That… might work.”
“Phew, got it. I’ll personally make the outfit for when Lucy becomes an adult. I swear by the gods it’ll be a fantastic dress.”
Seeing that I had his ear, I tugged on his earlobe. Only then did he shout that all my temptations were for naught.
“Rejecting firmly is such a shame, but it can’t be helped. I will respect your wishes.”
“…Uh, thanks.”
“And the proposals I made were already agreed upon with Erin. I had hoped you’d yield, but it seems paternal love won out.”
The once-playful crow closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, Erin’s gaze reverted to normal.
I felt a twinge of tension, wondering if the perverted crow was messing around again, but seeing Erin’s demeanor was respectful rather than perverted, I felt relieved.
“Yo, loser Erin! Why the heck did you hand over your body to that crow?”
“I intended to owe a debt to the god, but seeing you look disappointed seems to mean it worked out well.”
“Are you an idiot? Even without pulling stupid stunts, that crow’s already crawling around me!”
“I’m powerless. I wanted to help you somehow, even if it’s like this, but it seems I may have overstepped.”
Watching Erin bow her head apologetically made my heart uneasy.
In the end, I sighed and reminded her to let me know next time she does something foolish and patted her head.
“You really are a fool. Even just saying you didn’t want to style your hair would make them go wild; why bow your head?”
“Such weapons should be used at more crucial moments.”
With her tone filled with no respect, I realized she didn’t take control of the mansion for nothing.
“Haha, I like that attitude. Alright, loser Erin. I’ll tell you something particularly amusing: the crow’s dark history.”
“Sounds interesting. I’ll listen attentively, Young Lady.”
With every word I spoke, the blue spear kept popping into my mind, but I pushed all those objections to the corner and continued.
Defeating an unresisting opponent is way too much fun!
*
After the fight, Joy and Neveira quickly made up.
In the end, both of them fought simply to prove the superiority of their respective mentors. With the main actors heading off to argue, there was no reason for them to clash.
Thus, they waited for Erginius’s return while engaging in serious discussions about magic.
Joy asked about various magic theories she didn’t quite grasp, while Neveira inquired about theories related to divine power.
Each topic was nearing the limits of magic, so it was no surprise that everyone else around them didn’t understand anything.
“It’s quite a violent theory by Erginius. To think of divine power as just another phenomenon.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the theories revised by the god of magic. Truly magic incarnate.”
As the two, once at odds, naturally began to respect one another, Erginius returned.
What he discussed, I don’t know, but when he saw Joy and Neveira, he cleared his throat while looking angry.
“Once all is said and done, we agreed to give it our all in competition. Until then, it’s hard to say what conclusion has been reached.”
“…Erginius, have you been defeated?”
“Disciple! Does your mentor seem so untrustworthy to you!? That old coot is just grumpy!”
Joy became curious about what intense debate they must’ve had, but Erginius remained tight-lipped.
“More importantly, where is Young Lady Alrn? I need to inform her about that old fogey’s thoughts.” “You came looking for me right after arriving? Am I that missed?”
“Compared to the old god, you’re definitely a step above.”
“Hey! I should tell the chicken coop queen that the geek is already bored with her.”
“That kind of slander is not permitted.”
Hearing Lucy’s playful laughter, Erginius cracked a smile as he recounted the conversation he had before the argument with the god of magic.
*
“The god of magic is willing to support your plan.”
“Why? Isn’t that guy also some pervert?”
“I can’t confirm, but he probably isn’t. The reason he’s declared support is that you’re the most rational and efficient person. That old coot evaluates everything based on probabilities.”
So, it seems I look like the one with the highest winning potential, leading them to invest in me. How rational.
Had he raised his objections halfway through, I would’ve thrown a ton of black history at him.
Not just when defeated by Erginius but also all the embarrassing moments that followed.
Tch. Disappointing, but I can only let that slide. There’s no need to threaten someone willing to cooperate.
No, wait.
“Hey, hey, loser. I know a lot of interesting things.”
“…You’re not talking about that old coot, are you?”
“Yup. A little brat with zero camaraderie told me something fun. Why is it among the islands in the Northern Sea…”
“Not the groan!”
Neveira suddenly shouted, startling me as I turned to see her panting and yelling at me.
“You said you’d cooperate! You said you’d follow my wishes, so what’s the problem!”
Her face flushed crimson, veins bulging as I felt my lips curl up.
Hehehe.
How delightful it is to tease.
Should I play with it a bit more?
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