On her right was Kikakujō Mary, whom she was very fond of.
Who knew which obscure corner her troublesome patron goddess was snickering in?
For a moment.
Lefiya found herself at a loss.
Was this the legendary... romantic battlefield? (It wasn't.)
"U-um... Miss Ais... this is Miss Mary..."
"Um... Miss Mary... this is Miss Ais..."
Lefiya had no choice but to stammer out introductions, her gaze darting between the two, unsure whom to look at first. She felt that her current predicament was especially difficult.
Help!
Captain Finn! Lady Riveria!
Somebody save me!
Meanwhile.
In a corner of the bookstore.
Loki was crouching behind a bookshelf, watching the scene through a gap, her hand over her mouth as she laughed like a fox that had stolen a chicken.
"Hahaha... now this is going to be a good show."
"Lefiya looks so flustered. This is just too much fun~"
The scene shifted once again.
Back to the Guild.
Passing through the heavy stone doors closed to the public.
Along a seemingly endless spiral stone staircase.
Haimo followed behind Royman, descending step by step.
The air around them grew colder and colder.
The once-bustling voices gradually faded away, replaced by a heart-stopping deathly silence.
Only the echoes of their footsteps resounded through the empty passage.
Torches were mounted at intervals along the walls.
But their flames burned an eerie, ghostly blue. Rather than providing much warmth, they only made the shadows here seem deeper.
At last.
After who knew how long.
Royman stopped ahead of him.
Before an enormous bronze door.
"L-Lord Haimo."
"Lord Ouranos... is just beyond this door."
Exhausted by the journey, Royman turned around, panting, and pointed at the bronze door.
Chapter 75: Ouranos's Promise at the Guild's Underground Altar, Another Encounter with the Pallum.
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