I couldn’t come up with a countermeasure. Against an ordinary opponent, I probably wouldn’t have worried this much. But Otin wasn’t ordinary. He’s a monster whose stats were equal to—or perhaps even exceeded—my own. If I made the wrong choice here, there was a very real chance I’d end up dead.
“It seems you have yet to settle on a course of action…”
As he spoke, Otin shifted Kunknir into his left hand and slowly lowered his stance. The spear’s tip leveled directly at me. His white aura flickered around him as he settled into a posture from which he looked capable of skewering me at any moment.
“I am not a particularly patient man.”
The stance reminded me of a one-handed thrust I had seen in an old samurai manga. Most likely, he’ll explode forward from that position, close the distance in an instant, and drive the spear through one of my vital points.
“Not quite, Priest.”
My blood ran cold.
Damn mind-reader.
“My secret art, Crisis Core, does not pierce vital points.”
Otin’s eyes narrowed. The atmosphere around him seemed to grow heavier with every word.
“It pierces existence itself.”
A chill raced down my spine.
“No matter where it strikes, that location is consumed by nothingness. From the wound, oblivion spreads. And the soul returns to the beyond.”
For a moment, silence fell.
The absurd attack names were no longer funny. Not even a little. Because if Otin was telling the truth, this wasn’t some fancy finishing move. It’s a technique that could erase whatever it touched from reality itself.
And suddenly, the idea of simply “tanking” his ultimate attack didn’t sound nearly as reassuring as it had a minute ago.
Well, he’s saying something really complicated, but basically, if he stabs me anywhere in my body, it’s game over, right?
That’s a much more brutal technique than I imagined. I don’t know if I can even defend against that with [Hell Gate].
I thought he was kind, but I’ll take that back. Otin definitely wants to kill me.
| > You have no choice but to dodge. > He doesn’t have the skills to deal with that. > What about [Retribution]? > I can only see a future where he get pierced. > Otin is way too overpowered. > As expected of a god. > Bet on the item box! > Yeah… Yeah… Maybe the Dungeon Master has something prepared? |
I didn’t have the luxury of reading the comments. And yet my eyes kept drifting toward them on their own.
There is no way Otin would give me an opening to pull something out of my Item Box. Besides, I doubted that useless loli goddess had thought that far ahead anyway. I shouldn’t place high expectations on a Dungeon Master who stuffs random underwear into treasure chests.
“…Useless loli goddess…? …Dungeon Master…?”
“Huh?”
Wait.
Otin suddenly started fidgeting after reading my thoughts.
Come to think of it, the useless loli goddess had mentioned that the Divine-class dungeon was originally under her control before becoming independent.
Could that have something to do with why Otin was suddenly darting his eyes around like a suspicious criminal?
“T-that has nothing to do with you! (Goddess-tan… why did you abandon me…?)”
At this point, I practically gotten used to having my mind read.
Judging from how agitated he was, whatever had happened in the past was obviously connected to this. And by the way…
That little “dao” he muttered under his breath?
Yes. I could hear that.
…Hm?
“Wait a second… could it be that this guy…?”
Aha. Ahahaha.
I think I just figured it out.
A grin slowly spread across my face. The pieces of the puzzle were finally starting to fit together.
“Item Box!”
Bom!
Thinking I could take advantage of Otin’s flustered state, I summoned the Item Box without hesitation.
“Damn! You think you can defend against my attack with a box like that…”
“Do you know whose this is, Otin?”
Reaching into the box, I pulled out a thin piece of cloth and showed it to Otin.
If my deduction is correct, this is probably…
“Th-that’s!? No way!”
Seeing Otin flinch even more, I was certain of my victory.
“That’s right! This is… Danmas’ strawberry panties!”
“Wha-! Whaaat?!”
“And what’s more!”
“!!”
“(Probably) before the wash!!!”
“Guhaaa!!!”
It’s done.
The murderous stance Otin had taken—the one that looked ready to pierce a soul itself—collapsed. The white aura wrapped around him withered away. The spear clenched tightly in his left hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
Otin had completely lost the will to fight.
“Why… Why do you possess… the Goddess’s sacred treasure…?”
“Hm? The Dungeon Master probably tossed it into my Item Box after mistaking it for a laundry basket.”
“L-laundry basket?! What sort of relationship do you have with Goddess-tan…?!”
Why was he reacting so strongly to the laundry basket part?
Did that trigger some kind of memory or something?
“Hmmm, what kind of relationship…? Well, she stripped me naked and awakened me, I guess?”
“Gubuuuuah!”
I had merely stated the facts. Yet the damage from that follow-up attack was apparently devastating.
Yep. No doubt about it. This guy had been so obsessed with the Goddess that he’d stalked her relentlessly, creeped her out, and gotten himself exiled from paradise. That had to be it.
“N-no! I never engaged in such foolish behavior as stalking—”
“Peeking at her from the shadows, digging through her laundry basket, sticking her photo on your pillow and panting over it—any of those are automatic disqualification, you know?”
I just threw out a bunch of random accusations as a wild guess.
“Gnnnn…”
Wait. Why are you reacting like I got it right?
“I get how you feel, though. That loli ol—”
I stopped myself.
“—Ahem. She’s got her charms, after all!”
“…Priest.”
Otin looked at me with trembling eyes.
“And hey, if you’ll join us…”
I held up the item in question.
“I’m willing to give this to you.”
“…MY COMRAA~~DE!!”
I’m not your comrade! I’ve never once liked someone that much in my entire life!
Hey, don’t come shaking my hand with tears streaming down your face.
No…Wait. Does this mean I should hand over the panties?
“Looks like the match is over.”
Just as I was about to hand Otin my victory panties, Shion suddenly appeared beside me.
“Ah, Shion! I’m so glad you’re safe!”
“Yeah. I’ve made up with Ryunosuke.”
“Shaaaaaaa!!”
Ryunosuke, the Ancient Dragon who had apparently been engaged in a fierce battle with Shion, descended from the sky, flapping its wings wildly.
“It’s a surprisingly reasonable dragon. I [uproot it out] and it became obedient.”
“Eek!”
I was startled, so let’s leave this story here. Anyway, I’m glad everyone’s safe!
“Daishi-san! That’s great! It looks like you’ve made up with Ochin… no, Otin…”
“Yeah! They’re our comrades now!”
Getting carried away, I raised my right hand without thinking, like something out of a certain pirate manga. I was still clutching the strawberry panties I’d failed to give to Otin.
“Daishi-san, you’re such a pervert!!!”
“Eeeh!!!?”
Mina-chan’s slap landed on my cheek with a loud bang, and for some reason, it felt incredibly good to me at that moment.
| > What are you showing me? > Farce |
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com
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