107. Speak! Who did you think of?
Unusual power. Of course, if it was the usual cream, it would have been easily blocked, but it wasn’t right now that he was holding me. My older sister said, but our compatibility is the worst.
I was not affected by her divine power, but it was unavoidable that her power was weakened while holding me. And, the artillery fire fired by Vargo was too threatening to just receive.
Cream held me high. Sun, moon and stars. The three divine powers are fused into one. Cream’s unique skill, different from the general hero’s skill, which only uses the backlash of divine power. White darkness.
[Hey, hey. Wait for a sec!]
And in the case of the white darkness, where the three powers were fused into one, it seemed that it was not treated as a divine power. How do you know?
Because with just that foreshadowing, my body was being shaved off in real time! A disparate power that only bloomed with divine power as a catalyst, but with a completely different essence. But somehow it also felt familiar.
“Oops.”
Feeling my burden, the cream panicked and scattered the white darkness as it was. Its power is absolute enough to pierce my divine power immunity.
The pillar of darkness that Vargo shot out with extreme concentration collided with the white darkness that hadn’t been formed, with the cream roughly blown. And, the two offset so perfectly.
[Eh, nonsense…!]
The specter dwelling in Vargo’s stigma was frightened. Virgo tried to fire the beam again, but the darkness gathering around his eyes crackled and went out.
Of course. In the first place, the focus destruction beam itself was a kind of special move that could only be used once a day, symbolizing Cyclops, just like Dragon’s Breath.
So, one of Cyclops’ popular strategy was to first induce the opponent to shoot a beam through a bait, and then deal with the Cyclops whose beam fell out.
“Why can’t I go crazy! Eyes, eyes hurt.”
I don’t know if it’s because he’s a high-ranking Cyclops or because of the stigma of darkness, but he’s been shown using beams several times, but now the optical nerves in his eyes have reached their limit.
Also, it’s someone’s eyes, so I can’t let them overuse it any longer. While Vargo groaned while holding her eyes, Cream, which had quenched the white darkness, approached him silently to the bottom of his chin.
Of course, since Vargo has a hundred eyes on his body, he noticed our approach right away, but his attention was lost for a very short time. That short break was enough.
“Quaaagh!”
Cream aimed for his eyes and jumped up, and a loud scream echoed throughout the forest.
*
“Choco.”
“Yes. Leave it to me, master!”
After obtaining the appropriate ingredients, Cream immediately began preparing for the sacred ceremony.
In the first place, the ceremony itself was completed in the Tower, and since the materials were also brought, the progress was swift. Cream was momentarily defenseless while restoring her eyes, so Choco volunteered to defend herself.
Of course I wasn’t playing either. No matter how much it was, it was a bit like using the dark-stained ingredients, so the cream stuck me into my eyeballs and I sucked up the traces of darkness and made it clean.
[No, but you said you need perfect eyes? Can I damage it like this?]
“Damn it.”
And, in the process, I had to pierce the center of my eyeball, so the fresh ingredients I had obtained were left with knife marks. To my question, Cream answered lightly by using the divine power of the source.
One more pointless common sense in another world has been added. The freshly extracted body part is within the healing range of the divine power of the source.
[The hero finally gets his original eyes back!]
FYI, I had put away the others, such as Whiren, the Bishop of the Moon, Vargo, and others. Naturally, Vargo did not die. Although his one eye was gouged out and he was tightly bound.
I had been told not to kill Firen and the Bishop of the Moon because I had something to ask them. Well, I lost my eye, but there are plenty of other eyes anyway, so there’s no problem.
Above all, fighting Cream wasn’t enough, she survived even being hit by her special move, the white darkness. Maybe Vargo wasn’t the luckiest person in the other world?
[I’ll help too.]
Muffin, who has experience as the subject and catalyst of various divine ceremonies, also stepped forward with a rare enthusiasm. She used to be a voyeur who would quietly watch us even when she was awake.
Anyway, thanks to the support of the two holy swords, Cream further expanded her spells. Three sirloin circles were drawn, and the three standing in each direction raised their divine power at the same time.
As a saint, her divine power is formidable, but Choco, who does not know how to handle the divine power of the source, was unfortunately excluded. He seems to be satisfied with the role of an escort.
Paaat –
A huge amount of divine power from the source was injected into the circuit of the spell, and the light drawn on the ground was gradually filled with light. And, finally, the moment when brilliance filled the entire area.
Vargo’s eyes in the center shot up into the air. Soon, the pillars of light were compressed into one and sucked into the lens and optical nerves, forming a dazzling and brilliant light source like the little sun.
[The sun, the moon and the stars. Under the watchful eye of the three gods, the scale of providence that judges the value of all things must always be fair.]
[I guarantee it in my name and announce it to the world. The price is ready, and the time is imminent for you to return what you have stolen to its rightful owners.]
“·············Come back.”
The Holy Sword led, the Star Sword continued, and the Hero concluded. Anyway, isn’t the dialogue length too short for one person alone?
It’s a process. Anyway, the magic formula is complete. Floating in the air, the light source floated slowly, finally entering Cream’s empty eye sockets. As soon as the light source settled down, the light exploded.
And…!
[What is it, why is it not recovering?]
After the light faded, the light source disappeared cleanly, but Cream’s eye sockets were still empty.
[······No, the magic of restoration doesn’t really restore matter, it only replenishes the lost parts of the existence?]
[How do I know that! My specialty is witchcraft.]
Well, it’s actually because I learned it from the sidelines while living with the Elder Lich, so I’m only good at theories. Anyway, according to the words of the holy sword, the cream was no better.
In the first place, eyeball loss could only be cured with the pure power of the cream. Cream put his fingers into her eye sockets without any hesitation or fear.
[Eh.]
And then, “Regeneration” Began. The cream, holding her holy sword with one hand, extracted from her the divine power of her inexhaustible source, and injected it into her own eyes.
As time passes, Cream’s pupils ‘fill up’ in the empty hole, just as the energetic moon fills up again. The optic nerve, cornea, retina, and iris are regenerated in real time.
Soon, Cream blinked lightly at her eyes. Starlights rose one by one above her black eyes like the night, and soon the girl’s eyes contained the universe.
[How are you, okay?]
“Yes.”
Cream smiled brightly. It was a bright smile that she seldom shows as she rarely expresses her emotions.
“Do you like it?”
Because it was a rare expression, there were scattered pieces of light around her, so she didn’t even know that she looked prettier for nothing. I was just staring blankly at her.
It took some time for me to realize that what Cream said was a question.
*
[Hey. Bring it quickly.]
“It hurts… Scary···. I want to put it on and live…”
From noble mtl dot com
After Cream fully recovered, Whiren and the Bishop of the Moon brought Vargo with them. Our original purpose has been successfully completed, but we can’t leave anything else looking fun.
The two of them seem very dissatisfied with the current situation where I am acting like a porter, not creaming a strong person like them, but the one behind me is none other than a warrior.
Of course, it’s more thrilling to borrow someone else’s authority than to just do it. Whiren and the Bishop of the Moon showed their discomfort, but obediently brought Vargo and made him kneel before us.
“Uh uhhhhh. Scary. A small but big man, where is he…”
No, we only took out the biggest eye, but the other smaller ones are fine. This is why I must have become a bad guy.
Of course, as a bad asshole in reality, I didn’t get any blows. I brought Vargo to his knees and threatened him with cream and chocolate.
[Tell me! Who were you thinking of?]
“What, what do you mean? It saves me…”
“······No, move aside. That poor kid can’t say anything because you talk nonsense.”
And I had to shut up after being warned by Choco. Hing. Approaching Vargo, Choco met one of his eyes and smiled softly.
“Don’t worry. Is he going to kill this sister or not?”
“Huh! Get eaten! Save me!”
Choco was now in her cute little girl form, but Vargo, who smelled her top predator in her, began to struggle with tears flowing from her ninety-nine eyes.
It’s a shame because he was tightly bound with ice handcuffs, but that alone made the ground shake. Cream once again put the cold on the cracked ice cuffs.
[Okay, let’s just joke around here. You shouldn’t have to find out anyway. Who the hell is that ‘small but big man’?]
Vargo is a monster with the stigma of darkness. And, it was at the branch of the Dark Church in the Sunset Mountains that we saw such a monster.
Of course, it was possible to guess that Vargo was also touched by the Dark Church. Besides, despite being such a ferocious monster, he was talking as if he had formed a close relationship with a human.
Can’t an ordinary person be friendly with Argos? With a simple reasoning, it was possible to guess that the ‘small but big man’ was a person closely related to the Dark Church.
“uuu・・・・・. I don’t know what to say.”
[Tell me first. Everything that comes to mind.]
“Small but big man. Small but big.”
I almost cursed at the moment, but Virgo soon revealed useful information.
“Smaller than the smallest person here. But it’s big His hair is also white. Doesn’t even bother me like little people! He even read me a storybook every night.”
A girl smaller than Choco who reads fairy tales to a giant with a hundred eyes. She just thinks it’s a bad taste.
As much as Choco boasts a smaller body than a girl her age, if she’s smaller than him, she’s in her early teens at best. About thirteen or four years old? She is an extraordinary human being in many ways. Or not human.
[Prophet·······.]
“Huh?”
[At that time, there is a story that the sheep heard from a human.]
A person who the monsters of the Sunset Mountains initially mistook for Cream. She is a little girl, with her white hair like hers. She is the leader of a suspicious group called ‘The Heirs’ that cooperates with the Dark Church.
This can’t really be a little girl. Even if they were not necessarily beastmen, it was common for some non-human beings to imitate humans with special births or longevity.
[So, where is the small but big guy?]
I got a clue. At first glance, he seems important, but if you dig into it, you’ll find out about the conspiracy of the evil organization. She feels comfortable because she has been doing her hobby for the first time in a while.
Of course, I will fight against the evil organization and crush their plots! It’s not like they have the same mindset. Well, once you listen to it, if you like it, you might cooperate. See it once
“Mo, I don’t know!”
At my question, Vargo rolled dozens of eyes and answered awkwardly. Baekper knows, you bastard.
I didn’t want to see blood, but I can’t help it. Just in time, Argos’ eye was also a very useful reagent. How many eyes do you have to pluck out to confess? It was when I was thinking
Cream, who had been still, approached Virgo. With a similar composition to the one before, Cream met one of Vargo’s eyes and said dumbfoundedly.
“Tell me, give me.”
“No, I can’t talk!”
“We, he, people, colleagues, helpers? That’s it.”
It was a word that had no bottom and no end. No, if you know, would you like to ask? But unexpectedly, the purity of the cream seemed to resonate with Vargo as well.
“Is it true?”
“Yes.”
Cream nodded her head with a hard face- that is to say, with a normal expression. Vargo looked like he was thinking for a while.
Soon Vargo tried to stand up. However, not only his arms but also his legs were bound by the ice. Vargo, who rolled on the ground as it were, spoke pitifully.
“Ooh, free me…”
[Then, will you tell me?]
“I believe in people with the same hair color. It guides me to where I used to live. So release me.”
This is it. A light flick of the cream melted the ice that bound his arms and legs in an instant. Whiren was frightened, but, unexpectedly, Vargo did not stir up a fuss.
The guy seemed to be moving, but soon he started striding somewhere.
“I will follow you.”
No, you really believe in this? In fact, contrary to appearances, he’s surprisingly smart, so he’s not trying to lead us into a trap, right? I stopped looking at the back of Virgo’s head with wary eyes.
Because the back of his head also has eyes, it somehow felt like he was having a snowball fight. Whiren, the Bishop of the Moon, and even Choco looked worried, but soon they too followed after Vargo.
I never said it specifically, but implicitly, the leader of this party is Cream. Choco goes one step further and is also the leader of the same group. No one objected to her decision.
[Anyway, that’s great, Cream. I saw it again.]
Well, me too. Actually, what if it’s a trap? Rather, it would be more fun.
I praised the cream as I enjoyed the sense of speed as I swayed and clung to her waist. She tilted her head, wondering if I was right.
“What?”
[You’ve grown up to lie so shamelessly without spitting.]
However, my words only made Cream look even more puzzled.
“Isn’t that a lie?”