“Yuichiro!”
“Yuichiro-sama!”
Yuichiro soared above the flames without looking at the two men’s voices. Izrael let go of Yuichiro’s arm once he reached the top of the wall. Afterward, Yuichiro gazed down from the wall. The sight beneath him was downright hellish. He could see a large number of enemy soldiers fleeing amidst the flames. Figures of those who were unable to flee were seen rolling on the ground while engulfed in flames. Not to mention the hundreds of charred black bodies scattered about. As well as the smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh emanating from the ground.
In the distance, he noticed thousands of torches flaring. As a result of the frontier troops coming to aid Yuichiro’s group by lighting more torches than the number of their men per Yuichiro’s order, the enemy soldiers mistakenly believed that they were trapped, and they burned to death helplessly, unable to escape.
During this time, Yuichiro wondered if he had created the hell in front of him. However, he did not feel any particular emotion. He did not consider himself to be inhumane or cruel. Instead, he only felt like he was doing his job. In the end, he remembered, that he would always be a mercenary. And his job was to murder people for a living.
Instantly, his mind became calm as it had been tranquilized. The intense rage he had felt earlier quickly faded as if it had been a lie, and only tranquility filled the air.
“It’s work,” Yuichiro whispered to himself as he met Izrael’s curious gaze.
“This is just a job,” he repeated, his cheeks strained involuntarily. He couldn’t tell if he was smiling or crying right now.
Seconds later, Yuichiro softly whispered as he stared into Izrael’s golden eyes that contained reflections of burning flames, “Roar, Izrael,” while stroking Izrael’s nose bridge with his hand. Soon, Izrael’s nostrils flared up in elation. Afterward, a piercing roar resonated in the sky. It was a beastly roar that caused the entire atmosphere to tremble. Time stood still for a brief moment.
Those who had been fleeing through the flames stopped moving, and they all looked up at the top of the wall at the same time as if to indicate that they were all on the same side. Yuichiro slowly opened his lips as tens of thousands of people gazed at him.
“Soldiers of Jeweld. I am the goddess who came from a different world to save this country. Why do you raise your swords against the rightful ruler of this nation? Is your actions based on conviction? “Do you have a genuine patriotism within you?”
Yuichiro’s voice resonated through the earth with a strangely sonorous tone, as if by some miracle at work. All of the enemy soldiers were perplexed as they listened to Yuichiro’s words.
“I understand. In fact, only I understand. That it was not your intention to betray your own homeland. I also had no choice but to obey the rebels for the sake of my family and my own survival. How difficult, painful and heartbreaking it must have been for you to turn your blade against your homeland.”
Yuichiro struggled to hold back his laughter as he told his own story. Instead of the soldiers, he discovered himself to be unbearably foolish and ridiculous. He continued with an anguished voice, biting the inside of his cheek.
“I will forgive you. I’ll forgive your mistakes and move forward together with everyone. If you lay down your arms and swear to follow the ‘rightful king’, I will protect you. No one will denounce you as traitors or brandish their swords at you. I promise you that even in death, I will return you to the soil of your homeland,” he whispered in a serene, compassionate voice.
However, someone immediately interjected after Yuichiro’s speech. “Y-You liar! A bloodied man like you is not a goddess!” Rondo yelled, holding his left ear, and reappeared with a gunman by his side.
“Arghhh! Shoot! Shoot and kill him! He’s a fake!!!” Rondo yelled once more, shaking the gunman side to side. However, the gunman responded by shaking his head and lowering his head, as if he refused to do as he was asked. Rondo, growing impatient, struck the gunman in the cheek before snatching the gun from his arm. He pulled the trigger.
With a ‘whoosh’ sound, Yuichiro heard the sound of a bullet cutting through the air. The bullet was getting closer and closer. As it was about to reach Yuichiro’s body, the bullet was deflected by Izrael’s tail. Then, Izrael bared his fangs menacingly and roared angrily, “How insolent! Don’t think a mere human has the right to question God’s decisions!”
Rondo cowered as he listened to Izrael’s thunderous roar. Yuichiro gently stroked Izrael’s nose as if pacifying him, then looked down again and opened his lips.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“Don’t be fooled by these traitors, who shamelessly tried becoming a false king, who had not chosen by Hoshu of Jeweld. You do not have to think about who is the ‘rightful king’. King Noah, who was willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of his people, or those who are trying to turn people of the same country fighting against each other. There can only be one ‘rightful king’, and that is King Noah, whom Hoshu chose. People of Jeweld, do not doubt the ‘rightful king’, do not betray him, but instead offer your respects. As the ‘rightful king’ has the Goddess by his side. For I, will bring victory to King Noah.”
His voice echoed as he could no longer hold back his laughter with his lips curved into a smile. The laughter continued to escape his lips, reverberating through the sky. Yuichiro’s voice was either a blessing fanfare or an apocalyptic trumpet heralding the end of the world.
During this time, Temeraire gazed up toward the top of the wall. Yuichiro’s figure, illuminated by the flames and covered in sparks of fire, was shouting cheerfully. The image of the goddess commanding a massive dragon by his side while uttering sweet words of compassion was terrifyingly divine. It was an extraordinary sight as if one were witnessing a scene from a mythical tale. Yuichiro laughed and laughed. His heavenly laughter rang out like gospel bells.
Yet, at that moment, Temeraire understood.
Yuichiro currently was mocking everything. Himself included, others, and this very world. This person would one day destroy everything. Although Temeraire had understood this, “Beautiful.” This person was breathtakingly beautiful.
When the laughter subsided and a moment of silence, a series of metallic sounds clattered could be heard. One by one, enemy soldiers threw their handheld weapons to the ground. With their eyes, fixated on Yuichiro as if intoxicated.
Under their gaze, Yuichiro’s smile did not falter, although they were filled with admiration, respect, and even a hint of lust. In return, he gazed down at everyone with a gentle smile. Temeraire instantly felt a fit of burning jealousy in his eyes at Yuichiro’s expression.
Afterward, Yuichiro gently raised both palms to the sky. As if by divine design, rain began to fall in drops. It was too good to be true. He then wondered if this was also God’s plan. Yuichiro closed his eyes and bathed in the rain. The raging flames that had engulfed the enemy’s camps were gradually extinguished. The demoralized soldiers stood motionless on the scorched battlefield, staring up at Yuichiro as if he were their god.
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It was around dawn when the morning sun began to appear that the rain stopped and the flames that had ravished the enemy camps were extinguished. Yuichiro entered Am Wallace through the open gate, sloppily stroking his wet bangs that clung to his forehead. The moment the soldiers saw Yuichiro, they all stiffened. Soon after, they all kneeled on the ground as if they were worshipping a god.
Even from inside of the tightly sealed house, Yuichiro could feel countless gazes staring at him. Yuichiro then took long strides toward the castle, ignoring the gazes. No one dared to move or speak, as if waiting for an oracle. However, a lingering whisper was heard from somewhere as if breaking the silence.
“Goddess-sama.”
The voice exuded fascination and was filled with euphoria. Later, the whispers soon spread like ripples, gradually changing into murmurs.
“Save this country.”
“Please grant us victory.”
“O’ Black Goddess-sama.”
The murmurs eventually became frantic, with someone exclaimed loudly, “Our Goddess-sama!” Later, Loud cheers quickly followed, as if in sync with the unidentified voice. Despite the fact that it was still early in the morning, the scene had changed into a parade. Hundreds of thousands of voices chanting “Goddess, Goddess” echoing up to the heavens.
Yuichiro strode forward through the sea of people, which was divided into left and right, like Moses splitting the sea. With a bitter expression on his face, he unknowingly silenced the crowd’s uproar.
“Aren’t you going to answer them?” Izrael, who was perched on Yuichiro’s back, teasingly called him out. Yuichiro remained silent, his lips pressed together with Izrael wrapped his arms around Yuichiro’s neck afterward.
“I did as you’ve wished, so I’m ‘reminding’ you now,” Yuichiro grumbled, unable to take it any longer.
“Ahhh, shut up. I know, I know,” Izrael said, seemingly unconcerned, and patted Yuichiro as if stroking a cat. “I take back what I said about being disappointed. You are the best. You are the best goddess. Yuichiro was almost enraged by Izrael’s repeated snide compliments.
The cheering stopped just as he was about to yank and smash Izrael to the ground. He could see soldiers approaching him from the direction of the castle gate when he looked up. They marched in a single formation, all clad in heavy silver armor.
Among them, there was only one in gold armor that stood out from the rest, a gargantuan man. Even from a distance, Yuichiro could tell that the huge man was nearly two meters tall. With a thud of unison footsteps, the incoming platoon came to a halt in front of Yuichiro.
The man in golden armor removed his helmet. Under the helmet emerged a man with cropped grey hair. His chiseled face was deeply wrinkled and marked with numerous scars. His left eye, in particular, could not be opened due to a long scar running across his eyelid, but his right eye glistened and shone sharply like a predator. Looking at the man’s eyes and muscular body, the man had the ferocity of any other young man. The man then shouted.
“Are you goddess-sama?”
“Isn’t it obvious even if I don’t explain it?” Yuichiro spat out sarcasm after being unable to contain his irritation.
[How can I, a 37-year-old man, declare openly that he is a goddess without feeling embarrassed?]
The man raised one of his eyebrows in response to Yuichiro’s spiteful remark while maintaining his current expression. On the contrary, Yuichiro examined the man from head to toe, and questioned the man, “Are you the Commander-in-chief, General Kiehland?”
The man called Kiehland slowly blinked once in affirmation. “I am Joseph Kiehland. It is a pleasure to meet you, Goddess-sama.” Despite calling Yuichiro a “goddess,” the man’s voice was devoid of reverence. Instead, it sounded ceremonious.
“First of all, I would like to thank you. Thanks to Goddess-sama, the traitors were not able to kill Noah-sama.”
Kiehland’s words indicated that Noah and the others were safe in the hands of their own allies. Yuichiro lightly shrugged his shoulders.
“It was pure luck.”
“There is no such thing as luck on the battlefield. It’s simply a matter of who has more power, who uses more brains, and who wins.”
Yuichiro’s smile turned into a wry grin as he observed Kiehland’s unwavering demeanor, to the point where he was almost terrified of the man. Kiehland, Yuichiro reasoned, was a seasoned general. The man had unshakeable confidence since he had never clung to the uncertain element of luck but purely won his battles through sheer strength and strategy alone.
When Yuichiro learned that Kiehland was attempting to remove the goddess from the army, he assumed that the old man would be like Lieutenant General Gadelman, but the former was completely different from Yuichiro’s initial expectations. The old man, although hard-headed, was much more difficult to deal with than Gadelman, who was constantly throwing tantrums.
“Although I said so, Goddess-sama, I strongly advise you to not attend such occasions in the future. Please stay somewhere safe in peace.
The fierce man was implicitly instructing Yuichiro not to intervene in the battles again. Yuichiro brought his chin slightly and looked up at Kiehland. The man was at least twenty centimeters taller than him.
“Aren’t you supposed to say those lines after protecting the king with your own strength?” Yuichiro remarked, a smirk on his face.
Kiehland’s brows furrowed as he responded, “Of course, we will protect the king with our own strength.”
“And yet, your king was about to be killed moments ago.”
“I am very thankful for the help. We will be more vigilant from now on and will not require any more of Goddess’s help after this.”
In the end, the man stopped adding ‘sama’. Yuichiro watched the corners of Kiehland’s mouth twitching slightly as he continued to speak with a sly grin, “Similar to your subordinate, Gadelman, there could be another traitor on the inside, so don’t you really need me?”
At the mere mention of Lieutenant General Gadelman’s name, Kiehland’s complexion instantly changed. His face distorted akin to a red demon, his right eye squinted.
“A traitor like that!!!
“—Seph!” a young voice rang out, interrupting Kiehland’s outrage.
They both turned toward the direction of the voice and saw Noah standing, still bruised, and injured. Beside the young man, there stood Temeraire and Goat.
“Seph, you shouldn’t fight in a place like this,” Noah scolded Kiehland, which the latter didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, the man just stared at Noah with his eyes wide open. As soon as Noah came closer, Kiehland dropped to his knees with a thud.
“Noah-sama, Noah-sama’s has a scar on his face…!”
To Yuichiro’s surprise, droplets of tears spilled out of Kiehland’s right eye. At the sight of this, Yuichiro was taken aback, his mouth gaped half-open refusing to close. As for Noah, who was already used to the man’s actions, shook his head from side to side.
“Even if I get hurt, it’s not that big of a deal.”
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Stupefied, Yuichiro stared at Kiehland who cried out loud.
Translator’s Notes
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Lmaooo crying grandpa 😹😹
This whole chapter is so good, goooshhh, I kept rereading the first part cus of how cool our goddess-sama is hahahhah
The last part is so funny, I feel like Noah must’ve been so embarrass to see such a huge man crying over his injury.
Thanks for your hardwork! ( ˘ ³˘)♡
awww hahaha
As mc said, the general fails to save the king and still regard him as eyesore.
If it was me, I’ll welcome any useful helps.
The general is dumb.
thanks for the chapter!
lmao from a stern general into crying general 🤣