"Then let's get going."
Holding Aruru, Haimo started walking, leading the group out of the square. Shakti gritted her teeth and steeled herself to follow beside them.
As they walked, Haimo explained things to Shakti in a casual tone.
"Actually, Miss Shakti, there's nothing much for you to worry about."
"I just used a little trick to erase the urge to attack and slaughter from their minds, and helped straighten out their new consciousnesses while I was at it."
"They might look a little unusual right now."
Haimo glanced at Lania, the spider woman walking diagonally behind him, her eight legs scuttling rapidly.
"But they're really not much different from ordinary residents of the Lower World anymore."
Walking beside him, she listened with her heart pounding. Erasing monsters' urge to attack? And straightening out their consciousnesses? If any other god had done something that overturned thousands of years of accepted knowledge in the Lower World, she would absolutely have drawn her spear and hauled him into the Guild's jail long ago.
But.
Now, Shakti could only take a deep breath inwardly.
IKDO forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and continued following alongside them, nodding while maintaining her vigilance... And so, night fell. West Street.
The Hostess of Fertility. Not long after dinnertime, the tavern was at its liveliest. But at this moment, the first floor of this tavern famous for its clamor was eerily quiet. The group sat around a large round table by the window.
In the extra seats beside them, Lania tucked her eight legs beneath the table, while Rei and Fei had pulled back their hoods and were each holding a huge plate, wolfing down food without a shred of decorum. The Hellhound named Helga was likewise burying his entire head in an oversized wooden