"I told you that I was just joking to lighten the mood. Would you believe me?"
"I would. Since you've always done whatever you wanted, of course I believe in your ability to do so. But it's useless for us to believe you. She definitely wouldn't believe you."
Amelia was smiling. It seemed that not only wasn't she angry at my misfortune, she even felt quite relieved.
I sat on the ground with my head covered in blood. Nobody cared about me. I was just like a Holy Knight who had been ostracized in an adventuring team. Only I knew how much I was suffering. Nobody cared about me, so I could only cast Holy Light on myself.
Divine Sins weren't easy to deal with. Divine Sins would kill anyone you stepped on, and anyone you pinched would explode.
My entire body was now covered in shards of my dragonscale armor. If it wasn't for the fact that I had summoned my armor in time to protect myself, that punch would have likely turned me into mincemeat.
Just now, I had been proud of my armor's astonishing defense. I even believed that my armor was nearly invincible in the mortal plane. Since my armor's defense couldn't be broken through, it naturally meant that I was undefeatable. It wouldn't even be wrong to say that I was' undefeatable '. But my armor immediately shattered … Could it be that …?
"Could it be that this is my retribution for shouting 'I'm already undefeatable' …? It would seem that some things shouldn't be said, no matter which world we're in. Astrya, were you really so bored that you made that line into a weapon of causality? "
[…]
Seeing that even Astrya couldn't be bothered to answer such a boring question, I decided to cut the crap and focus on healing myself.
Rays of Divine Light of Healing activated my body's healing abilities. It was quite comfortable, but the situation was far from good. It seemed that my hatred for me was rather high.
In another corner of the room was Renée, who was still venting her anger on the soul creature Roland. This soul creature that looked somewhat similar to me was crouching down while covering its head with its hands while glaring at me with a hateful expression.
"Is this a new type of undead creature? Can I take a look at it? "
Even though my head was still bleeding, I was still rather curious. Even though this creature was being beaten up, why did it seem so familiar, so handsome … cough, cough, why did it look so much like me?
"Did you pay a copyright fee to become so handsome after plastic surgery?"
It would have been fine if they had similar appearances, as I had seen quite a few shapeshifting demons before. However, it would be quite difficult for me to understand their familiar soul wavelengths. Although I knew a little about spiritual creatures, as I had heard that archmages in the Mage Country had done research on them, there had never been anyone who had reached such a level.
I remembered that archmage Andro of the "Sword of Arcane Magic" had a spiritual servant in his mage tower. His personal magic, "Andro's Invisible Servant", could be used to summon helpers in battle, as well as to do odd jobs during normal times. Many people were envious of this magic. Unfortunately, this was his exclusive trump card, and he never revealed any information about this magic.
If I could analyze this spiritual creature and get the silly cat to help me, I might be able to restore it to "Roland's illegal summoning technique (no insurance, no salary!)." Wouldn't he be able to sell his patents and wait for his fortune?
"He … he wants to dissect me! Help! Save me! "
The scene in front of him was like a horror movie. He was rolling on the ground under the trampling of the silver boots, and his face was twisted with fear. His voice sounded so out of place that it begged for mercy. It was very … very refreshing!
However, I was even more curious as to why he would come to such a conclusion. Did I really look like a mad scientist? I was a good person with a bottom line.
"Dissect him? Do I look like such an immoral person? Every intelligent lifeform has the right to live. Although I'm indeed quite interested in spiritual creatures, I'll respect his right to live. "
I tried to explain myself, but it seemed that nobody believed me.
"You do! Bottom line? Morals? Do you have any? "
"Heh heh, you're so funny. But today isn't the 'Lie Festival,' so let's not tell a joke that nobody can laugh at."
What was even worse was that, judging from the opinions of the people around me, not a single person actually believed my explanation. This was simply heartbreaking. Had my credibility been ruined just like that?
"… 'Intelligent lifeforms' have 'life,' and 'right to live.' But this guy doesn't seem to be a lifeform, does he? In that case, what you just said was nonsense, wasn't it? Although you tried to explain yourself, you didn't promise not to dissect him? You're as shameless as ever. "
I respected the right to live, but you weren't a lifeform, so let me dissect you. That was the true meaning of nonsense … Tsk, I was actually seen through. Still, since you were able to see through my tricks and tricks, scammers would always be the best at seeing through scammers' tricks. Harloys, you're just the same as me, aren't you?
I didn't try to explain myself, because my magical pet, who was connected to my heart and soul, had revealed everything. No one would believe me if I continued to explain myself.
I simply suddenly reached out and grabbed the talkative black cat on my shoulder, and then kicked it, causing this magical pet who had betrayed its master to go play somewhere else.
"Hey, hey, hey, look at my wound. I'm clearly the victim here, so why is everyone looking at me as the bad guy? If I was an ordinary person, I would've been instantly beaten to death. "
"You deserve it! Why didn't you get beaten to death … You bastard, you're actually pretending to be dead? Why don't you really die? "
Renée shouted angrily the moment she opened her mouth. Her tone was filled with quite a bit of anger and resentment, as well as some sadness.
I fell silent for quite a while. Based on my many years of experience, I knew that it would be best not to try and reason with an angry woman. Women like her had the ability to turn any problem into an emotional problem, and turn any situation into one where you wronged her or treated her badly.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not pretending to be dead. You can just kill me one more time, and I'll really be dead. How would I know that you'll cry …"
That's right, cry. Harloys from the Northlands saw that I was lying down and pretending to be dead, and that she didn't even need to examine me before she directly cried. Even now, her eyes were still red and swollen, which meant that Renée was still too inexperienced. If it was Marguerite or Adam, they would definitely examine the corpse. Yep, Eliza would as well …
"Renée, he's mentally saying that you're too inexperienced, falling for his trap so easily, and that Eliza doesn't understand him as well."
Alright then, Harloys proudly said that everything she said was the truth, but definitely not the whole truth. She was quite quick at learning my tricks. Was this really my fate?
I instantly tossed out my flying cat and then made a defensive stance. That punch just now had really made me vomit blood. If another Divine Sin Smite hit landed on me, I really might die. But this time, Renée didn't listen to Harloys's nonsense. She hesitated for a moment, and then decided to vent her anger on a substitute.
But just as I started to cast Holy Light on myself in boredom, I faintly heard a whisper that sounded like a mosquito whispering.
"… You really didn't recognize me? Or did you completely forget about me? "
I suddenly felt like I had wronged Renée quite a bit as I watched Harloys kick her clone to vent her anger while listening to my reply.
Considering that it was highly likely that the silly cat would betray me even if I lied, I hesitated for a moment before telling her the truth.
"… Of course I recognized you when I saw your battle flag, but you already attacked. Still, Renée, you've truly grown up. You've changed so much that I didn't recognize you at first glance. The tomboy from back then has suddenly become a young lady. "
Perhaps I had guessed correctly for once. I could finally heave a sigh of relief as Renée, who was unable to hide anything from me, suddenly cleared up.
Actually, what really made me misjudge her was the tremendous difference in power level between us. Renée's improvement in power level astonished me greatly. If we only looked at her power level, she was now even stronger than me. No wonder she was able to control Divine Sins.
"Tsk."
As expected, the silly cat still needed to be taught a lesson. She didn't even try to hide her regret that I managed to escape. Did she really want to see her master become a pile of rotten meat in a can?
"… Everyone, be more serious. They're still fighting."
However, my reminder didn't receive any acknowledgment from the others. They all had relaxed expressions, as if victory had already been decided.
The reason why we were so relaxed now was naturally because the overall situation had already been decided. Renée had finished her massacre, and no demons were coming up from below. The demons seemed to be afraid of her, as they directly blew up all the tunnels leading up.
Judging from Timlad's messy equipment, it seemed that the demon army had been almost completely wiped out. The current situation was excellent. All I had to do was attack Timlad, and I would be able to win … It seemed that I accidentally said something forbidden again. I couldn't possibly be so unlucky …
"… There's a high-energy reaction down below. It's a new demon!"
Alright then, Timlad was indeed a professional at making things difficult for me.
"So you're a professional jinxer?"
"… Then, Harloys, you're a professional at ridiculing others?"
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