Chapter: 514
Arthur knew that the Lucy Allen, the Young Lady, was someone who always added rudeness to any conversation, no matter what was being said.
Even perfectly reasonable words were twisted intentionally to irritate others’ nerves.
It didn’t matter if it was a servant, a friend, a superior, or even a god. Arthur, who had spent a long time with Lucy, had only heard her speak normally once, and that was when she was crying and apologizing in front of him.
Perhaps that’s why. Lucy, with her hands clasped together warmly praying to Lord Jushin in a calm voice, was shocking to Arthur.
Her pure white skin couldn’t even be overshadowed by darkness. It was so immaculate that it made one doubt whether such beauty could belong to a human. The weariness visible on her body made her look even more noble. Her voice was submerged, different from the usual.
If he were to nitpick, the atmosphere had changed, yet the way Lucy appeared in Arthur’s eyes was more divine, noble, sacred, and desperately earnest than ever.
Seeing this, Arthur began to understand just how much of Lucy Allen’s arrogance had obscured her appearance.
Perhaps the compulsion given to Lucy was a chain bestowed upon her by a god jealous of her beauty.
At that moment, while a warm divine energy emanated from Lucy and Arthur couldn’t help but smile, the ribbon that held her twin tails snapped, scattering her red hair through the void.
Simultaneously, the divine energy flowing from her took shape, adding light to the dark underground scene, and as Arthur gazed at Lucy standing in the heart of the light, he recalled tales from the mythic age.
Tales of armored angels fighting, carrying out the will of God.
Hahaha. I never thought I’d say something like this, but now I understand why the Apostle of the Arts Church was so eager to praise Lucy.
If her appearance minus the flaws was this marvelous, how could anyone in the realm of art not be in awe?
…If I tell the Apostle about this moment later, will they create jewelry that captures her appearance?
While Arthur was wrapped in reverence and personal feelings, Lucy Allen, shining brightly in the divine grace of the Lord, opened her eyes.
With eyes redder than jewels, she looked around and met Arthur’s dazed gaze, then smiled as she usually did.
“Could you clear your eyes? It’s quite creepy when you look at me with such lust-filled eyes.”
“W-who had lustful eyes!?”
“Who else would it be? My incompetent prince, just sitting there leering without carrying out his tasks.”
As Lucy’s gaze slightly dropped, Arthur blushed and hurriedly stepped back.
“Is Lucy really saying that? Prince?”
Ignoring Frey’s innocent gaze from the side, Arthur coughed awkwardly and turned his gaze away.
Even the fragment of the ancestral bird, similarly gaping at Lucy, snapped out of it and coughed.
Wait a moment. There’s no need to verify… The traces of the Evil God have completely disappeared.
“Does that mean everything has been resolved in that one instance?”
You idiot. Do you not understand what just happened? What that child performed cannot simply be described as a single instance! It is a miracle!
Startled by the word miracle, Arthur shifted his gaze back to Lucy and blinked at her yawning form.
“What does my imaginary friend have to say? Did the loser get beaten and went to cry?”
“Well, that’s one way to put it.”
“Really? Then I’ll be taking a nap, so the rest is up to you, Prince. Even an incompetent, dumb prince should be able to handle that much alone.”
“…Napping? What do you mean all of a sudden?”
Before Arthur could process his confusion, Lucy’s eyelids drooped, and her body slumped down.
As if she were a puppet with its string cut, Arthur was taken aback and reached out, but before him, Frey caught Lucy effortlessly.
“There’s no way I’m letting Lucy go to that lustful prince.”
“…Do you even know what lust means?”
“Nope? I don’t know that.”
Arthur sighed at Frey’s shameless response, but regardless, Frey tilted her head and continued.
“Do you know, Prince?”
“Do I look like a fool like you?”
“Then explain. What’s lust?”
“…”
Is Frey really that ignorant? It seems like she’s trying to prank me by pretending not to know.
Or maybe Frey Kent really wouldn’t possess such intellect?
No, whatever. Other things aside, how do I even explain lust?
About what Lucy Allen said to tease me, what significance does it hold?
“Why can’t you explain?”
“…Actually, I think I might not know either.”
“Oh, really? So the prince is as much of a fool as I am?”
Arthur bit his lip at Frey’s bright smile, which called him a fool. The playful laughter of the ancestral bird fragment next to him only heightened his annoyance.
*
Not long after the head of the magic department announced he would go talk to Lucy, the divine grace of the Lord erupted from the Academy’s underground.
The warmth that exceeded a winter bonfire made Joy instinctively understand that it was Lucy’s doing.
Did the Young Lady solve another problem?
Perhaps this was all part of the Young Lady’s plan. Lightly smiling, Joy activated the magic circle that the head had previously drawn.
“Phoebe, let’s confirm this together…”
“Uh…”
“…Phoebe?”
“Uuuuh…”
Hearing the sobs, Joy turned to find Phoebe sitting on the floor, crying out in despair.
“W-what’s wrong?! Phoebe?! Is something the matter?!”
“A miracle… Uuuuh… because of the Young Lady…!”
Phoebe’s words were broken, but the meaning was clear.
Just moments ago, Lucy had caused something close to a miracle, and Phoebe, moved by it, was shedding tears of joy.
Joy thought it was a bit excessive, but knowing how much Phoebe treasured Lucy, she held back her words.
If Phoebe was describing it as a miracle, then the Evil God’s energy wouldn’t rise again around the magic circle.
Thinking this, Joy fused the magic circle with her power, and it glowed with a pure white light.
Alright. The magic circle is functioning normally. Now I just need to confirm that the Academy’s barrier returns to normal.
Praying for everything to go smoothly, Joy leaned out the window and noticed the barrier slowly rising from the far distance, letting out a sigh of relief.
Phew. Thank goodness. If there had been another problem this time, I really wouldn’t have known what to do.
“Indeed. It’s as expected of one who carries the blood of the Partlan family.”
At the familiar voice from behind, Joy flinched and quickly collected herself with a deep breath.
“Look at you interpreting Lord Erginius’ magic circle with such skill.”
As Joy had expected, behind her stood the First Queen Kabati Soladin of the current kingdom.
“I merely added my touch to the miracle performed by the Saintess.”
Accompanied by the head of the magic department, she alternated her gaze between Joy and Phoebe, then nodded thoughtfully.
*
“The Young Lady of the Allen family? Why are you asking about her?”
“You would know something about her, wouldn’t you?”
The blacksmith Inuki had come to a clothing shop on one side of the Academy.
An old woman busy adjusting garments showed she didn’t want to converse with Inuki by deepening the wrinkles on her face.
“You think that would make me back down? Just answer quickly.”
“Right. But why are you looking for her? With your picky nature, no unrefined warrior would have caught your eye yet.”
The old woman had known Inuki for a long time and thus understood his troublesome nature perfectly.
A madman who would ignore even a king’s visit if it weren’t for a warrior he recognized.
“It might be a case where an exception could happen, but you never know.”
“…You? Is that really your type? The Young Lady is beautiful, after all.”
“What kind of crazy talk is that, you wrinkled old hag!”
Seeing Inuki flare up, the old woman raised an eyebrow slightly.
Is he serious? Has he just acknowledged the Young Lady’s talent?
No matter how much the Young Lady’s father was Sir Benedict or how her talent had been publicly acknowledged, she still wasn’t enough to earn the approval of this hot-tempered old hag.
“Just tell me already! Do you know the Allen Young Lady or not?!”
“I do. I repaired some of her clothes last time, so I couldn’t possibly forget her.”
“Ho! So that means there’s a connection!”
“Yes, indeed.”
Despite this old hag’s terrible personality, the sound of her hammering was exquisite.
Now, crammed in an alleyway, she swung her hammer as she pleased, but once upon a time, she was a remarkable individual capable of filling a city with customers.
If such a person promises to make armor for the Young Lady, I wouldn’t have a reason to stop it.
“Well then, don’t act too proud and create that connection. Our connection isn’t light, so you should be able to manage it.”
“Understood. However, there’s one condition.”
“Speak.”
“When you make the armor, may I join you to create an outfit as well? I have something I desperately want to dress the Young Lady in.”
Hehehe. That’s nothing. Sure. Let’s go. Let’s talk to the connection.
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