Of All the Weapons, This Is a Laser Gun

"And this is..." She looked at Lian, who was clinging tightly to Surtr's arm. Her questioning gaze was mixed with a hint of wariness.

Miss Surtr took advantage of the opportunity when Lian replied to free her hands.

"I'm Surtr's fiancée," Ren said, not minding at all, and simply smiled at Kal'tsit.

Miss Lynx's face immediately turned as green as her hair.

Chapter 201 A Hundred Martial Arts, This is the Laser Gun

Thanks to Miss Lynx, Miss Lynx appearance bought that red-haired thing a little time to think.

So, calm down. The flow of time slows down as thought accelerates dramatically—

—First of all, first of all... Damn, what am I supposed to do first?

"Calm down, calm down, yes, I need to calm down. Calm down, Surtr, everything has a cause and an effect... You need to figure out what happened first before you try to figure out why this happened."

—Thinking... I need more time to think.

Filianore and Kal'tsit's gazes met in mid-air. The former was relaxed, a smile playing on her lips, while the latter looked visibly exasperated— Miss Surtr had no time to concern herself with why Kal'tsit was so furious. But she understood that this meant an argument, a conversation, and that this would give her enough time to think.

If you want to make the most of this time, you'd better keep your presence to a minimum and do nothing, as if you're not even here!

Miss Surtr's presence and aura faded silently as her will shifted.

And the situation did indeed unfold as she had predicted.

"Surtr doesn't have a fiancée here." Kal'tsit quickly regained her composure—or rather, focused her attention solely on Filianore. Her voice was cold and defiant. "She hasn't been here long. And I can tell she doesn't know you well."

—Yes, I don't know this person well. She just suddenly appeared in front of me and started talking about marriage... This shouldn't be a random occurrence. Let me think... Ah, she's Filianore, a member of the Sun God race. And she just mentioned something unrelated to vows and promises...

That means there is some kind of oath or promise.

My thoughts began to wander.

"You're just talking to yourself." Kal'tsit's voice held a hint of certainty. "You fell from the sky and then stuck to Surtr's side without permission. There are many people like you on Terra."

This seemed like a favorable argument, but Filianore did not take it in.

"I don't deny it." She began by subtly reducing the enemy's attack power. "From a timeline perspective, this was indeed our first meeting. But that doesn't stop me from falling in love with her the moment I met her. In Lordran, we call it love at first sight. I think you Terra are familiar with the concept, aren't you?"

Love—in Terra teeming with riddlers, it's not a word everyone can simply utter. Unfortunately, Kal'tsit fell right into that category of being unable to express it. She was momentarily speechless, her further rebuttal becoming somewhat stammering.

"... You, you're just causing her trouble!"

Miss Surtr had a bit of an idea.

—So that's how it is. What a hassle... Has someone tried to pin this trouble on me? Indeed, as the one who passed on the fire, at least until I've burned it all away, in this world where passing on the fire is the highest honor, I'm equivalent to a considerable political resource. I see, someone must have pinned some blame on me, and this is part of the contract between humans and gods...

—Would the marriage of the most powerful hero and the most beautiful Goddess thus complete the transfer of divine power to Royal Authority? Indeed, while Lothric is still considered a god, he leans more towards being a human king than a human god. Later, he repeatedly transforms into a figure akin to the Zhou emperor, solely responsible for righteous priesthood. So...

—So, Solaire betrayed me? Well... after all, I couldn't possibly come out and oppose him while I was burning in the furnace. And even if I could communicate with him, I wouldn't mind this nominal marriage during those days of being firewood... It's not like I'm getting married in a disgusting way. As a king marrying a pure and cute girl, I can tolerate this kind of thing.

—Tsk.

She gritted her teeth.

Filianore's rebuttal to Kal'tsit pierced her cochlea.

"I prefer to call it 'dedication'," the Goddess of the Ringed City said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Love isn't just about long-term protection. It also requires aggressive pursuit—I like her, I want to be by her side, I want to please her and make her happy. And I'm confident I can do it. So is there a problem with me calling myself her fiancée?"

—What you said makes me feel a little awkward...

"Of course there's a problem! This kind of thing requires mutual agreement..."

—Yes, yes, I think so too.

"Yes, it's a mutual acknowledgment." Filianore's smile grew even brighter. "I've made my decision, I've acknowledged it. So for now, we're just unmarried. But if she acknowledges it too, then unmarried will become married. I will be her wife—I'm working towards that goal, is there a problem?"

—I think there's something very wrong with this... Is this what Lordran's views on marriage are?!

When Filianore asked the second "Is there a problem?", Miss Surtr, who was listening in, was internally screaming.

However, the roar—ultimately—was just a roar within its own heart. Because on a practical level, this red-haired creature couldn't utter a sound.

"It's okay, I still have Kal'tsit... Good luck, Kal'tsit! Show me your fighting spirit! If you can help me deal with her, I'll treat you to chicken legs tonight!"

She had high hopes for a certain cat.

However, she was disappointed.

Because this seemingly casual remark dealt an undeniable blow to Miss Lynx —a new tactic she had never seen before in Terra. Almost everyone in Terra who dared to do this to someone had been Flame of Burning Time, leaving them all heartbroken and yearning, like resentful women unable to reach their desires. However, in this dream world, manipulating time is not so effective!

That's not fair!

The harsh environment of the Terra region meant that local athletes lacked the experience and skills to run on flat terrain!

Kaimiaomiao was speechless.

"I, I... Terra doesn't have such customs." After several seconds, she managed to utter a weak response.

—Kal'tsit, you!

—Forget it, I knew you were unreliable...I'll do it myself.

—Anyway, the problem is solved. Hmph... I was engaged to Filianore. And I would have accepted it back then. But now, that engagement is meaningless. I just need to refuse... Wait! She never seemed to mention any engagement with me. She just fell in love at first sight!?

"What the hell? So eager to marry me... Yes, I can refuse this marriage. But she's a god, and gods keep their promises. She can't, and shouldn't, refuse. In other words, whether it was a forced political marriage at the beginning or a carefully considered exchange of interests, her education, her wisdom, her divinity will gradually instill in her a genuine and inexhaustible love for me!"

—Damn it! If it were only a year or two, that would be one thing. Even though it's difficult, there are ways to make her forget me. But the problem is, fourteen thousand years have passed!

This is a huge problem!

Miss Surtr's thoughts were in disarray. Meanwhile, Filianore's perfect counter-attack against Kal'tsit arrived at the same time as her chaotic thoughts.

"Oh, but this is Lordran," Filianore retorted, pressing on. "And, from what standpoint are you asking this question, Miss Green Hair with Pointy Ears?"

"Excuse me, are you her? And who are you to Surtr?"

Questions about death.

Kal'tsit instinctively reached out to look at the red-haired creature, but ultimately failed, because this guy, who was now not much different from an ostrich, had at least reached a level of mastery in concealing his presence.