The Demon King's Expedition

"I obey Your Majesty's command." The Red-skirted Knight then withdrew and disappeared from her sight without asking any reason.

The air became a little quieter.

And a few seconds later...

"I hate uninvited guests. If you don't know how to use a door, then you don't need to have legs at all."

She turned her head and looked at the air not far away. As her gaze fell upon it, a hidden barrier vanished, revealing the figure concealed within.

That's an idiot.

A blond guy carrying a cheap sword.

Another God Slayer from Italy, the King of Swords Salvatore Tony. His chest wound had completely healed, and he grinned, revealing a hearty laugh.

"Oh, fellow newcomer, we meet again. I was thinking of not disturbing the lady's contemplation, but it seems I'm being disliked."

"If you want to die, I can send you on your way," Miss Surtr replied calmly. "My good mood for the day is now less than one percent gone. If you're looking for death, I won't hesitate."

The blond youth tilted his head.

"If that's what you're saying, then I'd like to give it a try."

"Before you seek death, state your purpose," the girl replied. "I have the capacity to give you a tombstone."

"I'm just here to say hello to my new compatriots and maybe learn some swordsmanship from them." The blond youth's smile remained as cheerful as ever.

However, the next moment, he grabbed the sword he was holding and drew it—

Pull it out an inch.

At the very same instant, an extremely powerful air explosion radiated outwards from the spot where the two were standing.

With a thud, the young man's head fell to the ground. The severed neck still shimmered with the metallic sheen that was slowly fading.

His legs were also severed. From then on, he no longer needed to think or walk.

Miss Surtr released her hand from Laevateinn's, which she had somehow placed there at some point.

Do you really think I'm joking?

"Idiot."

Chapter 124 the Demon King's Expedition

Miss Surtr tilted her head.

The next moment, a thin crack appeared on the side of her neck. It was about to split open, but it was immediately glued and repaired by newly formed granulation tissue and restored to its original state. In just a moment, this tiny wound disappeared.

The King of Swords is a fool.

But a fool is not a piece of trash.

When Miss Surtr unleashed two sword strikes, the blond Italy youth managed to retaliate with a single blow.

Unfortunately, the sword in his hand was just an ordinary sword. Even with the power of the Silver Arm, it was still just an ordinary Divine Authority Sword.

So he died.

Even though he used all his strength, he still died.

Because his swordsmanship was inferior to Surtr's, and his sword was not as good as Laevateinn's. The only gain he achieved at the moment of his defeat was due to the God Slayer's incredible luck.

His sword strike initially missed, but the wind, light, the Earth's rotation, and even the cosmic radiation penetrating through the atmosphere all contributed to correcting the sword's trajectory as it missed its mark. If the sword in his hand had been stronger, he might still have died, but he could have achieved a trade-off—at least a minor injury.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs."

Miss Surtr merely glanced coldly at the remains, and a gust of powerful wind suddenly rose up, throwing the pile of broken pieces into the sea of flowers and erecting a stone monument.

There is no epitaph because she was too lazy to think of one.

She turned back and returned to her Central Palace. And as she returned to her dark throne, Athena, in her birdcage, watched her with piercing eyes.

"The Fool who slays the Fool, the Lord of Rakshasa, the Seventh Surtr. You have given me quite a show."

"Stop talking nonsense and do your homework." The girl on the throne rested her chin on her hand, looking nonchalant. "If you waste any more time, I'll double your homework."

However, Athena simply smiled faintly.

"I am not a human child who cannot eat if I cannot finish my homework. Surtr, what you crave is my wisdom, not my mental strength. Moreover, scholars and wise men are not to be confused. Even if I did achieve these things, they would not meet your needs."

"It was just a test," the Flame-haired maiden replied indifferently.

"Some people can deduce the system of number theory from scratch in a matter of minutes, building a mathematical palace that a healthy civilization would take thousands of years to reach. The cellular automata model I gave you, she went from not even understanding the symbols to inventing and developing the next generation of even better versions in just five minutes. During that time, all the mathematical tools were conceived and created independently from scratch."

"I use this method to measure wisdom. And your wisdom is less than one five-hundredth of hers."

Her gaze fell upon Athena —on the Goddess's lap, a mathematical model far beyond the reach of this era had been deciphered and solved. A multitude of mathematical tools, functions, algebra, and other concepts, hastily created by Athena, were neatly arranged on an infinite sheet of paper constructed from her power. And more than four long hours had passed since Athena first encountered this model and began calculating.

The Goddess's eye twitched slightly.

"If Persephone really has such ability, then the entire Mount Olympus, even if combined, is not worthy of carrying her shoes."

"Of course you are not worthy," Miss Surtr replied. For some reason, she suddenly felt a strong urge to go back and suddenly pick up Persephone while she was working, and then take off her boots.

It feels a little... weird.

But a touch of curiosity also stirred within her. She wondered what kind of expression would appear on that cool, pretty face when she held Persephone's smooth little feet in her hands.

Will he get angry? Will he feel shy? Will he swing his little fist at her, or will he remain calm and keep his usual composed demeanor?

I'm very curious and want to know.

Unfortunately, all I have by my side right now is a useless Athena.

"... You've made almost no attempt to hide your origins. Surtr, you're from Otherworlder, right?" But this piece of trash had a different opinion on such a terrible assessment.

She knew that parallel universes existed in the God Slayer universe, and that even the gods basically knew this.

"Yes, I'm from Otherworlder," Miss Surtr said frankly. But she didn't intend to correct her or elaborate. "So?"

"What do you want?" the Goddess in the birdcage answered the question with a question.

An interesting rhetoric, but not very meaningful. Miss Surtr didn't care about such petty tricks.

"To save the world, I suppose," the Flame-haired maiden replied, resting her chin on her hand. "Or, to reshape the world into the way I like it. It would be a kind of sociological experiment."