"Next." Shen Mo spoke, then randomly selected an adventurer.
Regardless of how much shock Bell had just brought the others, they had to put away their emotions and thoughts for now and focus on their own upcoming trials.
They still did not know that those who died during the trial would be revived outside.
Bell knew now.
Amid flashes of white light, Bell appeared outside. Bewilderment still lingered in his eyes, along with the emotions he had felt in that moment before his death.
"Bell!" Hestia immediately threw herself at him and hugged him tightly. Tears began streaming down her face with a sob.
"Lady Hestia." Bell seemed to come back to his senses only now. He waved his hands helplessly. "What's going on? I'm not dead? Huh? My arm is fine, too."
Hearing that, Hestia cried even harder.
How much suffering had her Bell endured?
She had completely forgotten the fact that Bell had been eliminated and instead comforted him earnestly. "It's all right, Bell. Making it to the third round was already amazing. It doesn't matter that you failed the final round."
Hestia's words finally brought Bell fully back to his senses.
He looked at the goddess before him, then at the gods and a few adventurers who had gathered around.
One of them was the adventurer who had died just before him.
"So dying in the trial doesn't mean actually dying." Bell smiled and rubbed his head, then his expression grew somewhat dazed.
That's right. He had failed.
Didn't that mean he hadn't managed to save either of those two girls?
His expression wavered.
For perhaps the first time in his life, Bell understood what sorrow was. He also understood what guilt was.
I'm so sorry.
He closed his eyes and kept apologizing inwardly.
*If I had