Chapter: 644
Lasha didn’t particularly like someone named Lucy Allen, but she thought her was quite a good person as a warrior.
Training nonstop was just the beginning; she recognized the importance of her body and constantly underwent tough training. Even in situations where defeat loomed large, she did her best to find a way out, and possessed the heart to gamble, even if it meant death, to win.
There was no need to mention her martial prowess. She’s the daughter of Benedict Allen, and even the Lord Jushin acknowledged her, so what else is there to explain?
Maybe that’s why. Every time Lasha saw Lucy Allen, she thought how nice it would be if only she had a few more years to grow.
Though she’s already an attractive strong person now, wouldn’t she be incomparable to Benedict after a few years?
She gripped her weapon with trembling hands, barely holding onto her sanity as this brat, knowing she was going to lose, incited her again.
Common sense would be easily shattered, and soon she’d be standing beside me, perhaps even above me.
But I won’t get to see that. One of us will be dead, whether it’s this brat or me.
Well, if I’m going to die anyway, it’s better me. Watching whoever crushes me rise instead of feeling emptiness while surviving to the end is the better option.
…Wait a second. Do I genuinely have that kind of taste?
I always thought it was greed as a warrior, but maybe…
Nah. That can’t be it. I’ve crushed countless people during this strong person hunting, so there’s no way I secretly wished for defeat.
“Bugs.”
As Lasha was lost in thought, Lucy, stumbling to her feet, called over the fairies remaining by her side.
At this point, them moving would probably be meaningless. It’d be annoying if we were in a forest, but this isn’t one.
Thinking it was a pointless action, Lasha patiently waited for Lucy. But when she saw Lucy raise her shield, she playfully tried to dissuade her.
However, Lucy didn’t step back. Instead, she provoked Lasha, trying to lure her into charging.
Lasha vented her frustration by hitting Lucy down, all while knowing fully well she was going along with Lucy’s antics.
As Lasha threw a punch, Lucy was sent stumbling back, looking no different from before.
“I don’t know what you’re preparing, but it won’t change anything right now.”
This brat’s shortcomings can’t be fixed instantly.
It’s a lack of experience.
Lucy Allen’s physicality and skills had already reached a certain level.
If she could only face predetermined scenarios or those she has planned, she could fight me on equal footing.
But there’s no way some idiot would fight only in the way their opponent wishes.
Of course, I’ll find out what she hates most and dig into that.
To respond to this, she has no choice but to gain experience.
She needs to reach a level where she instinctively finds the best answers regardless of the situation.
But Lucy Allen hasn’t reached that level yet.
She’s trying to catch up but that moment of delay can be fatal in a fight between strong people.
Look. It’s the same now.
She’s late.
“If you’re just going to keep charging in meaninglessly, I’m leaving. I don’t want to play with a boring opponent.”
“Did you enjoy crawling beneath me?♡ You’re really worked up♡”
“Ha. Seriously.”
I need to shut that mouth.
Anyway, as long as I don’t die, it’s fine.
In a flash, Lasha reached Lucy and stretched out her palm towards her exposed face.
She had already calculated the brat’s reaction speed. This brat clearly wouldn’t react in time.
Phew. Finally, I might escape from this damned kid.
Huh?
Lucy’s shield blocked Lasha’s hand.
Though it didn’t fully eliminate the shock, Lucy’s body rolled across the floor, but the fact that she managed to block the attack didn’t change.
Did I miscalculate?
That can’t be.
The speed of my last attack was something this brat could never catch up to.
“A sloppy attack~♡ So slow♡”
Stumbling, Lucy once again threw out a taunt.
With her confident expression, it seems this wasn’t just a coincidence.
Shall I put it to the test?
The moment Lasha charged in at the same speed as before, Lucy’s eyes locked onto her.
It was clear. Lucy was adapting to the impossible.
Once more, Lasha sent Lucy flying, furrowing her brow at the fairies swirling around her.
What happened? There doesn’t seem to be a significant change outwardly.
Though it looks like there’s a connection between them, it can’t mean anything significant.
“Did you have fun while I played with you up until now?♡”
“Hmmm. Well. Guess I’ll find out gradually.”
Lasha began to gradually increase her speed.
She continued attacking to see how far Lucy could keep up.
However, strangely enough, despite the speed that would have knocked out Lucy in the past, she reacted to the impossible.
It was as if experiences that never existed had suddenly appeared.
With each instance, Lasha’s doubts grew.
There’s no way she was hiding her strength.
That this brat had been accepting blows was undoubtedly real.
What in the world did the fairies do that made her become a different person altogether?
What phenomenon did the fairy’s magic trigger?
Ding!
A pleasant sound reached Lasha’s ears.
A hand that barely gave any shock floated through the air.
Lucy wore a face full of smiles.
Her mace was gripped tightly.
Lasha instinctively felt she couldn’t avoid her attack.
As the mace struck her side, pain shot through her bones, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Are you really a masochist?♡ You look really happy♡”
“Hahaha! Maybe!”
Answering Lucy’s derisive laugh with a hearty voice, Lasha grabbed her neck and threw her far away.
“Now thinking is too much trouble! Let’s play properly! Apostle of God!”
Having crashed against the wall and standing up, Lucy’s eyes still shone with life.
Lasha loved that look in her eyes.
*
Following the old man’s guidance, Lasha found the withered tree, which looked almost unbelievable for having lived so long.
The sight, barely able to withstand even a strong wind, seemed to be at the end of life.
“In the past, this was referred to as the World Tree of humans. But now, it’s a meaningless tale.”
The old man, saying the tree’s life was nearly gone, approached it cautiously with an outstretched hand.
The moment his hand touched the tree, branches swayed and a few leaves fell.
“It’s been a long time since we met, but there seems to be no time to rejoice. Long-living one, I have something to ask of you.”
Do you have any knowledge regarding the Apostle of Evil God?
Though the old man voiced his question, the withered tree showed no reaction.
Erginius bit his lip, watching him.
Is this not the place?
Damn it. Is the term ‘withered tree’ really referring to Lucy Allen?
We need to consider the possibility that we’re being led on.
Just as Erginius was about to thank the old man for his efforts, the tree suddenly began to shake.
As if trying to burn away the last of its life, the intense trembling conveyed its emotions even to those who couldn’t hear the tree’s story.
It knew something. This withered tree had experienced something at the hands of the Apostle of Evil God.
Standing at the front, the old man observed the withered tree’s wrath, and only after a while did he turn his stiff face.
“What message were you trying to convey?”
“The Apostle of Evil God. It seems that the person you all call the Pope swore an oath here and left.”
The tree forgot that fact.
Since it was not permitted to remember, it had to forget.
However, for some reason, it recalled memories of that day now.
The man who stood here, shouldering countless deaths and shouting like a madman.
“…What was it about?”
Cautiously questioned Erginius as the old man fumbled his lips and firmly pushed down his hat.
“The Apostle of Evil God genuinely believes in the Lord Jushin. He believes that the great Lord Jushin is omniscient and omnipotent. Therefore, he wondered why the Lord Jushin has been troubled by Agra and such.”
“That’s nonsense. The Lord Jushin is a great one, but he’s neither omniscient nor omnipotent. Yet he strives for goodness in this world, making him a noble being!”
“Yes. I think so too. However, the Apostle of Evil God was not like that. He posed numerous hypotheses to resolve his doubts and ultimately came to a personal conclusion. The reason the great Lord Jushin struggled was due to the burdensome beings around him.”
“Burdensome beings?”
“That would refer to the many benevolent gods who stayed alongside the great Lord Jushin.”
Erginius couldn’t comprehend the old man’s words.
It was those beings that allowed good and evil to ebb and flow.
No matter how great the Lord Jushin was, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand all the armies alone.
“Wait a minute.”
Joi’s urgent words cut through the conversation between the two.
“If what the tree said is true, should the Pope not see both benevolent and evil gods as beings that shouldn’t exist in this world?”
The old man, responding to Joi’s bewildered voice, was Lina, who opened her mouth.
“Except for the great Lord Jushin, that would indeed be the case.”
“That’s utterly insane.”
No one could deny the words from the great wizard who lived in the Age of Myth.
*
Lasha poked the unconscious Lucy Allen, letting out a long sigh.
She thought she could finally enjoy herself properly, but she fainted. It was clear she was pushing herself, but couldn’t she hold out just a bit longer?
Died!
Don’t bully Lucy!
Bad girl!
“I didn’t bully her! The duel started from her side, and I was the one bullied before that!”
I don’t know that!
Just wait!
I will definitely get revenge on you later!
Seems like talking won’t work.
Seeing the fairies bickering beside her, Lasha approached Lucy.
“Do you think the Apostle of God was strong?”
“The old man. You startled me. I nearly killed you.”
“Don’t worry. Since you can’t do those things. But, can you answer my question?”
Without any hesitation, Lasha replied to the Pope’s query with a voice full of joy.
“Strong. Not just simple force, but as a person, she’s strong. It feels only natural that she was chosen by her master.”
With Lasha’s reply, the Pope smiled, lifting the corners of his mouth, and placed his hand on Lucy’s head.
In the blink of an eye, all the wounds on Lucy’s body vanished.
“Could this person kill me?”
“Who else would care about an old man like you other than this brat?”
“Haha. Good. That’s good.”
After finishing the treatment, the Pope cautiously handed Lucy over to Lasha.
“One god is enough in this world.”
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