Things Are Looking Bad for the Orange[

Then she changed the subject.

"However... since this involves the divine war that my name is based on, I imagine you must have encountered something extraordinary in that world. I bet you have some doubts, some questions lingering in your mind, waiting for my advice—what exactly are they?"

"That's a very long story."

"It's alright." Persephone raised her hand, and the Queen of the Underworld Divinity's divine essence that had just landed in her pocket immediately performed some rudimentary operations—the table and chairs were moved in front of Miss Surtr by telekinesis. On the table were fresh late-night snacks and dessert ice cream, which were clearly made by Persephone herself.

"It's the middle of the night now, and there's still a long time before dawn. If you don't mind, we have plenty of time to tell these stories."

"Oh, Persephone, Persephone, you always arrange everything so perfectly. But..."

Miss Surtr suddenly remembered something she had wanted to do but had forgotten—ah, that's right, it was the idea that had suddenly come to her while she was evaluating that useless Athena at the palace. And Miss Surtr, she always kept her word!

That's right, Bing! Even promises made to oneself are the same!

So she stood up and walked around the table with great momentum toward Persephone — the Doctor from Rhodes Island subconsciously took a half step back, and then was picked up by her waist with a soft cry!

"I'm sorry, Persephone. There's something I really want to do—I'll apologize to you afterwards!"

She saw the purple-haired girl's gaze, a mixture of surprise and astonishment. A feeling akin to smug satisfaction welled up within her—she grabbed Persephone's legs. And with a swift motion, ripped off the purple-haired girl's boots!

The girl's slender ankles were encased in semi-transparent, light black stockings. She tugged at the toes of the stockings, applying slight pressure. A pair of fair, delicate feet were exposed to the air at her will—she reached out and grasped the toes, feeling their cool, soft texture, like bamboo shoots after a rain. Her gaze then shifted to the face of the girl in her arms.

"Sorry, I just suddenly wanted to take off your shoes to see..." —by Surtr, slightly embarrassed after realizing what he had done.

"If it's your first time, please look at my face while you do it." — By Persephone, who remained calm but whose cheeks were flushed and whose little head instinctively pressed against Miss Surtr's chest.

"..."

"..."

A silent stillness filled the air.

Silence.

Silence is the silence of Chernobog tonight.

Chapter 143 - The Orange's Situation is Not Good [

—This is bad...

—This is really bad...

—Get moving! My body... do something!

Miss Surtr felt a pressure at this moment that was greater than if all the gods in the God Slayer world were combined and besieged her—or rather, she would rather fight another battle of gods than be stuck here in this awkward situation.

What should we do?

What can we do?

His arms froze, Persephone's soft, delicate body curled up in his embrace. He felt a warm touch on the tips of his fingers, and the girl's toes felt as smooth and warm as jade from the slight increase in blood flow.

She didn't move, and neither did Persephone.

Her eyes only dared to look at Persephone's eyebrows, and she could clearly feel Persephone's gaze sliding across her face.

Feeling like sitting on pins and needles.

Or rather, if it were really just sitting on pins and needles, it would be an easy thing.

The red-haired fellow's brain was working at an unprecedented speed and efficiency, but the result was nothing more than turning boiling water into a bubbling paste.

Since they're all useless fluids anyway, it doesn't matter what.

—I need an outside helper...

—Won't some miracle worker suddenly appear and save me right now...?

—Amiya, Kal'tsit... anyone, just barge in or send a message to get me out of this mess!

That red-haired brat, indulging in unrealistic fantasies. Yet deep down, she knew perfectly well that no one else besides herself could easily break into Persephone's secret laboratory.

In other words—it's hopeless, just wait to die, goodbye.

—Ah... what stupid things have I done? Suddenly picking up a girl, taking off her shoes and socks, it looks like I have ulterior motives... it's perfectly normal for Persephone to think I wanted to sleep with her. Because this was all my responsibility and foolishness from beginning to end.

Miss Surtr instinctively wanted to tilt her head, but she tried hard to suppress her subconscious little movement.

—So, should I apologize? Admit that I suddenly lost my temper, offended the beautiful woman, and did something stupid that only an idiot would do?

—Ah, yes. I should apologize... I should do that. But...

—If Persephone really has a problem with this, shouldn't she just reject me outright? After all, she's not some naive, love-struck girl, unless...

A bead of cold sweat broke out on the girl's forehead from a terrible thought.

—If it were Persephone ...it doesn't seem like a bad idea. In all of Terra, she's probably the only one who doesn't need anything from me, and who treats me as an equal...if she really likes me...

—Damn it! What am I thinking?! She lost her memory and hasn't even been awake for three days!

The red-haired fellow is torn between his inner thoughts and his own.

Just as she made up her mind to act decisively, the girl in her arms spoke softly—it was the first time she had ever heard that "softly" quality in Persephone's voice!

"Aren't you going to continue?"—There was not a trace of shyness in the Doctor's words.

"Um, well, I just..." Miss Surtr's thoughts were completely disrupted—she was somewhat incoherent.

"Do you expect me to do it myself? That's going too far. Please don't underestimate me."

"Um... I just said I just wanted to take off your shoes..." Miss Surtr retorted softly, her momentum completely suppressed.

"Oh, I thought you were going to pin me down on the table or the floor and do all sorts of things."

"How could that be! And you didn't resist just now..."

"If you intend to do something to me, can I really resist you?" This rhetorical question shut down all excuses. "I'm just choosing the least harmful strategy. Since I can't resist, I might as well choose a more comfortable position so you don't break my hand for convenience."

Miss Surtr had a feeling that if she really wanted to do something and break this guy's hand, he might get even more excited, or that he was just saying those things in this situation to provoke her into getting angry and actually doing it.

However, this thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before she immediately dismissed it—after all, she was still a normal person, or rather, a non-normal person who considered herself normal. And a person capable of normal thinking shouldn't have such outrageous and exaggerated ideas.

The doubts vanished, leaving only guilt and a faint sense of shame—she lowered her head, bent down, and carefully placed Persephone on the chair.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake, please forgive me." — Red-haired rascal, sincerely apologizing.