Chapter 22: The God of Storms and War (Patreon)

"S-slaying gods?!"

Hearing Haru’s reply, both Lukulazia, who had been planning to observe quietly, and Erika were equally astonished.

Even the maid standing to the side looked at him with shocked eyes.

After all, this was an incredible matter!

But then, thinking of that Cult Leader, it somehow seemed... reasonable.

Given the Cult Leader's power, slaying a god wasn't particularly difficult for her. The same went for the other Campiones.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be known as battle maniacs, problem children, and demon kings.

If the Campiones learned that Heretical Gods were on Sardinia, the result would inevitably be a gathering of Campiones and an all-out war.

Putting everything else aside, if several Campiones were to clash on Sardinia...

The very thought was terrifying and despair-inducing!

Ahem~ By the way, young lady, who are you? A friend of this young man? Lovers? You don't look like you're from Japan or China."

Now brimming with youthful vitality, Lukulazia smiled, glanced briefly at a certain "salty fish," then raised a hand to her cheek, tilting her head slightly as she looked curiously at the girl by the door.

"W-we are not lovers! I am Erika Blandelli, a Great Knight of the Copper Black Cross."

Any witch whose cursed power had reached mastery could maintain a youthful appearance.

So Erika wasn't surprised by Lukulazia's young looks. Although, compared to what she had imagined, the other party seemed even younger, with an extremely ample and mature figure.

That perfect curvature... No matter how confident Erika was in herself, in terms of maturity and charm, she still felt slightly green and inferior!

"Ara What a pity. So you are Sir Paul's niece. I've heard a few rumors. In that case, your reason for coming to this remote countryside must be the 'Heretical Gods.' Your initiative is quite impressive"

"Madam, may I ask a few questions?"

"You can call me by my name. As you can see, calling someone like me 'Madam' isn't very fitting for a young beauty. So, Sir Erika, what brings you to me?"

By the time Haru noticed, Erika and Lukulazia had already begun a conversation between witches.

Facing a solemn Erika who wanted to state her purpose, Lukulazia smiled.

The two witches faced each other, talking while seated on the sofa.

As for him, he temporarily acted as if he didn't exist, becoming a mere spectator.

The maid stood silently to the side, though her gaze mostly lingered on Haru. It seemed the intimate scene she had witnessed earlier between her young mistress and the handsome young man had ignited a gossipy fire in her that hadn't died down.

Of course, it was also possible she was simply captivated by his good looks.

"Well then, Lukulazia, you can just call me Erika. To be blunt, the reason for my intrusion, aside from certain other reasons, is that I wanted to inquire about information regarding the 'Heretical God' that has appeared this time!"

"Oh? Miss Erika, if you're seeking information on the 'Heretical God,' you've come to the right place. As compensation for your long journey, I'll tell you."

"Lukulazia, do you know which god has appeared this time?"

Erika hadn't expected that after all her efforts, she would finally obtain information about the Heretical God here.

The girl looked at Lukulazia with anticipation. Although, given her current state and her previous experience facing the Divine Beast, she no longer harbored any illusions about slaying a god, she still couldn't simply stand by and allow the Heretical God to continue its destruction unchecked.

"To be precise, I'm not entirely sure either. The information I have only confirms it's a god of war. At first, I thought it might be a deity like Melqart, but it seems it's more than that."

The originally quiet and somewhat lonely room had become a bit livelier with the arrival of Haru and Erika.

Since Lukulazia seemed to have limited mobility, the maid, who had been keeping a low profile, prepared glasses of plain water for the three of them once they started conversing.

After all, they weren't in her own home, and without the host's permission, she couldn't very well roam around or touch things freely.

The witch didn't seem to mind. After taking the glass and taking a small sip, Lukulazia leaned back against the sofa, exuding a lazy, mature aura.

It had to be remembered that her condition these past few days... a trace of weakness still lingered between her brows.

But her beautiful posture made her seem as if she were exuding a lazy charm after a certain state. Every movement radiated mature beauty. She smiled faintly and then answered Erika's question.

"The god king worshipped by the Canaanites, Phoenicians, and other Semitic peoples... that is Ba'al. Originally a god of storms, lightning, and the sky, his authority was continuously strengthened until he possessed many authorities. Gods similar to him include Zeus and Odin from the Indo-European language family." Lukulazia's pretty eyes glanced past Haru, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa separated by Erika, and continued without concern for her own posture.

"This type of sky deity basically possesses many attributes: supreme deity, king of gods, god of wisdom, god of life, god of war, god of the underworld, etc. Ba'al is also this typical, a multifaceted deity who therefore naturally has alternate names, right?

The title 'God Melqart' is an honorific people gave him when he guarded the city. Those who believed in him in ancient times reached this island of Sardinia and became its rulers."

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