Punk was, after all, a spellcaster. His concealment abilities were mediocre in every respect, so even with the residual "remains" of the magic tower providing cover during his stealthy approach, the maiden goddess inside the tower still happened to detect a faint trace of magical fluctuation.
Of course, preoccupied with searching for a "treasure" that did not actually exist, Smile had not realized that this "thief" was about to run into the homeowner rushing back. Thus, when a thick metal wall shattered beneath the pincer attack of two Bright Moon-tier powers, the expressionless Whisper of Destruction saw the stunned Smile standing right before him, exactly as expected.
Was it awkward? Of course it was.
Punk was embarrassed because, despite being so cautious with his concealment, he had been discovered so easily. It seemed he truly had no talent for being an assassin.
As for Smile's embarrassment, it was because...
She had been blocked in!
That was right. Not only had the unfortunate God of Slaughter wasted ten days searching the magic tower to no avail, she had also been caught red-handed by the Bright Moon Mage who had returned at precisely the right moment. In fact, the moment she noticed the blazing fury in Punk's eyes, the maiden goddess keenly realized that she was facing the most troublesome possible situation.
Heavens knew she had never intended to fight Whisper of Destruction. The Pantheon's strategy had only been to "harass" him. After all, based on sheer strength alone, it was not difficult to see that it was nearly impossible for a deity relying on their true body to defeat a combat-oriented Bright Moon spellcaster head-on. So when this most unacceptable and terrible outcome suddenly arrived, even Smile could not help but feel afraid.
Punk was not the sort of person to