Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Zenobia’s Follower

[Race] Goblin

[Level] 43

[Class] Noble; King of a Group

[Possessed Skills] > > > > > >

[Divine Protection] Goddess of the Underworld, Altesia

[Attributes] Darkness, Death

“Ku… Monster!”

The female swordsman’s hair was red like lilies, flowing, as she hurled insults towards me one after another . Perhaps she’s noticed it already . That there’s no longer anything she can do . And with no other path left, she’s resorted to attacking me mentally . Or then again, she might simply be trying to rid the anxiety of the person behind her .

“Come!”

The thickets swayed, and my subordinates came out group by group . They then gathered around the surviving humans, rose their voices as if to threaten, and began hitting the ground with their clubs .

Watching that scene, the humans’ blood left their faces, and they became pale in fear .

Now, how should I play with these?

As I thought that to myself, the nun the female swordsman was covering caught my attention .

Light overflowed from the girl’s hands, wrapping the unconscious axe-wielding man in light . As that light wrapped the man, the flowing blood stopped .

“Let solace be blesseth to all (Heal) . ”

At that moment, I was watching in fascination as I looked on from the side at the nun whose eyes were closed .

It was as if all of man’s greed had vanished in that instant . An inhuman elegance that mustn’t be trampled .

It was before my very eyes . Yet it felt as if I couldn’t reach her even if I were to reach out my hands . A height that was beyond my reach .

I want you .

The stretching hand from that sea of longing grasped my entrails, jolting my entire being, and bringing me down to the ground .

I was brought down to my knees, my head, bowed, and my posture prostrated before her feet .

If only…

If I could only pluck that flower, then…

Even if my dreams were to be –

I strongly shut my eyes and shook my head to those resounding thoughts .

Someone is interfering with my thoughts . It’s making me nauseous .

The screams of grief and lamentation lashed out against me, causing my brain felt like it could burst to flames at any moment .

Longing, longing for my beloved, that seemingly endless anguish of madness that is desire tightened itself around my neck, strangling me .

“Fucker, who are you!?”

Filled with hatred, I stared at that unseen being .

It was penetrating into my brain fluids! Into my soul even, directly assaulting my very being, I could not help but hold my head in pain as I unsheathed my sword .

It was so intense that only repugnance could come out of my mouth .

I continued to breathe out roughly while the tip of my sword trembled at my will and pain .

“I am Reshia Fel Zeal, servant of the goddess of healing, Zenobia . ”

Her amethyst-like eyes seized me . The goddess of healing, Zenobia . It was that, that was causing something within me to scream .

“GruuuaAaaAAaaA a aa a aa a a a!!!”

“Haaaaa!”

The female swordsman came rushing at that opening .

She held her sword high, and with a slash, she aimed for my lowered head .

But, it’s slow . I reflexively brought my sword up, crashing with her falling sword .

My stronger sword went against the female swordsman’s sword that was backed by centrifugal force, repelling it away . Having put too much power, my arms screamed in pain at the recoil, but I don’t have time to bother with that right now .

Continuing like that, the female swordsman fell to the ground without any time to fix her posture .

But at that moment, instead of attacking, I faltered to my knees .

I cut my own knees with my sword, and as blood flowed, I regained my consciousness .

Kill –––

If I don’t kill this woman now, the one who’s going to be eaten is me .

That thought which could be said to be instinctual flashed at the back of my head .

Seething with bloodlust, what stood before my gaze was a holy woman revered by humans .

“Please, run, Reshia-sama . ”

That holy woman gently shook her head at the incapacitated female swordsman .

“For me to abandon you guys… Let solace be blesseth to all (Heal) . ”

In a twinkle, the female swordsman’s wound was healed .

“Kuk kuk kuk kuk…”

What came out of my mouth was a low-toned sneer .

Devoured? Me?

I ended up laughing at my own thoughts .

Fuck off…

FUCK OFF!!!

I’m going to become a king!

LOWERING MY HEAD TO ANOTHER IS IMPOSSIBLE!

BE IT A HOLY WOMAN! BE IT GOD HIMSELF!

I BOW TO NO ONE!

“Catch them . And absolutely do NOT hurt them!”

Blood rushing to my head, my pupils focused on the holy woman as I ordered my subordinates to catch them .

Watch me . I’m going to surpass you .

I refuse to accept you bastards that mess with my thoughts .

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[Skill] > has leveled up to >

From now on this skill will mitigate not only the pressure from monsters, but also from far higher races .

Spiritual reliance on the Goddess of the Underworld has weakened .

You are defending against the mental attacks of the Goddess of the Underworld .

Because of the weakened mental attack from the Goddess of the Underworld, the urge towards the Goddess of Healing will be soothed .

[Skill] > will evolve .

> acquired . > acquired .

[Skill] Because you have acquired the skill >, the loyalty of your subordinates will increase . The influence you receive from the gods will also decrease .

[Skill] Because you have acquired the skill >, in the instance where you name yourself and fight against an opponent with the same weapon, then you will receive physical strength 20% UP, Agility 20% UP, and Damage received will be reduced by 20% .

[Skill] > acquired . If your opponent’s number is lesser than your subordinates’, then you will be able to see their weak point regardless of level .

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Author’s Note:

A heroine candidate finally makes an appearance .

Eh? But the protagonist's not human?

That’s exactly why it’s exciting!