Chapter 266

Helberos, who even refused his favorite vegetarian food, humanized into a young boy with red hair and red eyes. Then he went to the flower garden cultivated by Kirtan and began to pluck and tear flowers haphazardly.

Clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter!

A horrified Kirtan rushed over immediately. Clattering sounds loudly echoed, expressing outrage at the desecration of flowers meticulously grown for arrangements.

However, Helberos was defiant.

<I’m going to make a gift for the farm owner. Humans like it when you make circles with flowers, they said.>

Kirtan understood immediately.

Not only that. For some reason, other skeletons also sat together and began making wreaths after that.✠A dungeon where the great flood has receded, and coral-filled land harmonizes with the vast ocean.

The twelve mermaids living here were also worried about Aillet, having heard the news from Eltea and Hilde, who came to procure mermaid tears.

<That strong-looking land female still hasn’t woken up. I can’t believe it.>

<They say she caught Demon King Inferinos, Big Sister. That makes sense.>

<But if she caught the Demon King, doesn’t that mean the land female becomes the new Demon King?>

<That’s right, that’s right. In the Demon Realm, they usually kill to inherit status, don’t they.>

<Then will our land become a Demon King’s territory?>

<Oh! Is there anything good about becoming a Demon King’s territory?>

<Won’t trivial things like Krakens stop bothering us?!>

<Good, good!>

True to their cheerful mermaid nature, their worries didn’t run deep.

In fact, they were currently playing sea volleyball with a Steel Pufferfish demon beast.

The mermaids jumped high above the water surface. And in mid-air, they powerfully swung their tail fins.

POW!

The Steel Pufferfish flew at high speed towards the horizon, making a sound as if it would burst.

Even while playing a sport that would likely cause at least serious injury if hit directly, the mermaids were thrilled.

Of course, not everyone was in high spirits.

<Little one, why are you being so melancholic by yourself?>

<Yes, yes. Snap out of it and judge properly, little one.>

The youngest mermaid with red hair, who consistently watched the pufferfish flying through the air with unenthusiastic eyes.

In fact, she was deeply lost in thought.

<Little one?>

The eleven elder mermaids stopped volleyball and gathered worriedly around the youngest.

Just then, the youngest finished her thoughts and spoke as if resolved.

<It’s no good, Big Sisters. I’m going to go somewhere.>

<Huh? Where?>

The youngest mermaid’s eyes became resolute.

<I’m going to catch something that can help the land female recover.>

The youngest mermaid then left to hunt for sea eels.✠After the disaster had cleared, the sky above Peronsa boasted the clarity of autumn.

Duke Hispenril’s residence, Raimian House.

Warm afternoon sunlight poured into the garden lined with sculptures of half-naked muscular handsome men.

Water droplets splashing from the marble fountain scattered light, making the world sparkle.

A room on the third floor of the mansion, from which this magnificent sight could be seen at a glance.

There, a person lay deeply asleep, oblivious to the passage of time.

The room was furnished to be ideal for a patient’s rest.

Clean and fluffy bedding, appropriately ventilated fresh air, and the subtle scent of herbs within were difficult to achieve without the consideration of many people.

In such a cozy and gentle space, Aillet lay with her pink hair spread like a fan on the white sheets, her eyes closed.

Except for the occasional chirping of birds, the room was very quiet.

Everyone in the Duke’s Castle walked carefully, mindful of their footsteps from afar in the hallway, for the sleeping Holy Saint.

However, contradictory to their efforts not to disturb her peaceful slumber, everyone was, in fact, eagerly awaiting Aillet’s awakening.

And here, there was someone who held a desire even more fervent and tender than all the hopes of everyone in the Duke’s Castle combined.

“……”

The handsome man, who had pulled a stool and was guarding the bedside without moving, was dry and lifeless, like a statue in a salt desert.

With eyes where his eyelashes cast deep shadows, he gazed endlessly at the face of the one lying on the bed.

His beautifully curved lips unconsciously parted.

“Ail……”

His normally melodic baritone, like a string instrument, was hoarsely submerged.

It was a call he had made countless times already.

There was no answer this time either, but the fact that he could see and touch Aillet Rodelain at this very moment was at least some comfort to him.

In fact, Tesillid still couldn’t believe it.

When he learned that Aillet had entered the Gate of the Pantheon, he thought everything was over.

He had been abused by God for 116 lives.

He thought his God was trying to mercilessly snatch away his precious person again in this life.

And in the most direct way.

What miracle could prove God’s existence as clearly as the Gate of the Pantheon?

God took her.

God took Aillet, his God took Aillet Rodelain.

He despaired.

He despaired terribly.

Even though it was a world he had already abandoned and left. Even though he had no intention of acting as God again to maintain the world.

On such a topic, why did he have to wield his authority in the abandoned world to finally snatch away his last good and hope to be satisfied?

The despair for the world, which he had suppressed until now, surged in an instant, making it unbearable.

But just as he was about to give in to that despair, the Gate of the Pantheon suddenly reopened and released Aillet Rodelain.

God had returned her to his embrace.

He couldn’t believe it.

God.

His God.

‘Strict Order and Goodness?’

He was the one who had miserably begged for mercy first, yet when that mercy was actually granted, he was confused.

‘Could it be…’

It’s not Strict Order and Goodness?

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the voice of the Bible of Truth. -Convert. Had another God granted him mercy?

However, Tesillid immediately withdrew the hypothesis. There was no way a heretical God would grant him mercy that even the God he served wouldn’t.

Moreover, it was Aillet Rodelain who opened the Gate of the Pantheon.

It was absurd to think that a heretical God would be at the end of a divine passage opened by not just a Saint, but a Holy Saint.

So he reverted to the premise of ‘Strict Order and Goodness’. His familiar negative thoughts immediately raised a new suspicion.

Could it be that God returned Aillet to him as a trick to inflict even greater frustration and despair?

His mind, trained and schooled in betrayal and loss over a long period, could only be convinced by finding tragedy, the worst-case scenario.

The current situation wasn’t entirely hopeful, after all.

It had already been ten days.

The two-day penalty for Divine Descent had long passed, but his Aillet still hadn’t opened her eyes.

Perhaps God had only given him her shell.

Just thinking about it made Tesillid feel his breath catch. It was then that the man, who already resembled a salt statue, turned pale.

‘He’s having gloomy thoughts again.’

The translucent blonde beauty standing by the window clicked her tongue inwardly.

Agnes, to clear Tesillid’s gloomy mind and suggest what she thought he desperately needed, offered a recommendation.

<Tesillid, your complexion is terrible. Why don’t you go get some rest?>

“I’m fine.”

<You’re fine? You haven’t been sleeping properly these days.>

“I slept enough last night.”

<What do you mean ‘slept enough’ when you only took a nap? You might collapse before Aillet wakes up, you know? Listen to me.>

“I will do that after a little while longer.”

<……>

I’m fine.

It’s enough.

Just a little longer.

Agnes resisted the urge to sigh at this regressor, who seemed to have broken pain receptors and a faulty sense of time.

Agnes ultimately couldn’t break Tesillid’s stubbornness.

However, there were many others in the Duke’s Castle who could nag Tesillid besides her.

Click.

Someone with a sturdy and robust physique strode into the room.

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