Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Became the Gallery's Only Reptile
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"We're sorry!"
"Please just spare us!"
How the hell am I supposed to deal with these delinquents?
I glared at the two Constellations responsible for this mess, my head throbbing.
One was Aphrodite, who'd been lounging here for the past few days, and the other was Freya, who'd barged in at some point.
"Yes, sir!"
"We'll remove them right away!"
From a certain perspective, those items—the true culprits that shook my emotions and caused this chaos—needed to be dealt with first.
I looked down at the two goddesses' items, which they'd politely placed on the floor.
Aphrodite's was the Cestus Himas, and Freya's was the Brísingamen.
Both were legendary items from myth, famous for enhancing their wearer's allure or enchanting others.
Not one, but two items with the same type of power, both targeting the same spot and person—it felt like my head was spinning out of control.
But now that the users had dispelled the effects and set the items down before me, I could finally breathe easy.
'Still, when will their appearances revert?'
Even after removing the Cestus Himas and Brísingamen, Aphrodite and Freya didn't revert from Cheong and Silpi's forms back to normal. Sensing something off, I immediately asked.
"W-Well, you see..."
"Once transformed, it takes at least four days to return to our original forms!"
Crack.
"Aaaah! My treasures!"
"D-Do you know how much I suffered to get those?!"
At those words, rage surged through me, and I unleashed my power. As a result, the items—which had already shown precarious durability while blocking my earlier attack—shattered completely.
"Eek! O-Okay!"
"But this just makes us look a bit older or younger—it's not a full change, so cut us some slack."
With that, Aphrodite and Freya—in Cheong and Silpi's forms—picked up their respective items from the floor, and the same light as before began to emanate.
"This much should be fine, right?!"
"Any more changes would be tough for us too."
Yeah, I half-expected as much.
I closed my eyes upon seeing Cheong and Silpi now looking even more mature.
They still resembled the ones I knew, but without the enchanting effect and with a clear age gap from the mature forms—compared to those I'd built memories with—it helped build a mental wall.
"Your Constellation's modifier is 'Black Despair'?"
"Yes, that's right."
"What? You didn't even know your own Constellation's name until now?"
Looks like Isoha over there just learned my modifier.
"We had no choice! We were too busy dodging to ask anyone else."
"Exactly. Dodging the attacks took all our focus at the time."
But still.
I wasn't thrilled with their choice.
Isoha was a regressor—a unique point.
What if mingling like that exposed her as one?
'Wait, if we're splitting hairs, wasn't it my mistake to attack them intending to kill first?'
But that was truly unavoidable.
They suddenly transformed into Cheong and Silpi's forms and tried seducing me, right?
Even knowing they weren't the real ones—just similar in appearance—the Cestus Himas and Brísingamen kept using their enchanting power to make me mistake them for the real Cheong and Silpi. How could I not get mad?
"Eeeeek! This is all your fault!"
"Ha! What did I do?"
"You said you were coming here, so I used the Cestus Himas!"
"That's ridiculous. My fault?"
"Yes!"
These two.
Arguing like kids on a playground.
What's funny is their childish antics make me want to watch rather than intervene.
"Then hurry up and end it already. A whole week with nothing—does that make sense? I'm the one dragged into this because of you!"
"Urk! As if you're any different?!"
"Of course I am. I'm Freya, aren't I?"
"Ha! And yet you've never won a single Beauty Constellation award?"
"I-I'm not interested because those awards can't fully appreciate my charm!"
Wow, they're really getting into this verbal sparring.
Munch. Munch.
Before I knew it, I'd conjured popcorn and was watching the two Constellations bicker.
Overall, Aphrodite was unilaterally dominating Freya.
"Pfft! Not interested, my ass! As if I don't know you secretly hug dolls and cry! Want me to give you a consolation prize since you won't win this year either?"
"Y-You! How do you know that?!"
"Not 'how do you know'—shouldn't you be asking who told me?"
"Other Constellations know too?!"
Munch. Munch.
"This is good. Sweet hits the spot."
"That's 'cause it's caramel popcorn."
"Too sweet, though. Can't eat much."
"Here, have some cola then."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
What the—?
I stared at the kid who'd suddenly appeared beside me, munching popcorn and chugging cola.
White hair, pale yellow eyes.
Unique features: a yellow halo spinning above her head and large white feathered wings on her back.
They looked like one big wing at a glance, but up close, I could tell multiple wings overlapped to form one massive one.
"An angel?"
"Hi. I'm Sandalphon. Michael sent me."
The angel—Metatron—said as she shook the empty popcorn bowl at me.
"More."
What even is this?
No hostility, though, so I'll just let her be for now.
Pour.
"Wooow~."
Munch. Munch.
I made more popcorn, and Sandalphon grabbed a handful and dug in.
Maybe because of her childlike form, I quietly refilled her cola too.
"Michael sent me."
"To stop them. For a long time."
"No, not you."
Sandalphon quietly pointed toward Aphrodite and Freya.
To stop those two?
Crack. Craaack.
"Wh-What's this now?!"
"Eek!"
I see. She came to stop that?
A rift suddenly appeared where Aphrodite and Freya were. Unlike the one from my attack, this one exuded a dangerous aura, spewing red smoke.
"Ugh. Stinky."
Sandalphon pinched her nose and grimaced at the rift and red smoke.
Stinky? I didn't smell anything.
Aphrodite and Freya just seemed startled by the rift itself, not wrinkling their noses at any odor.
Craaack.
"Oh dear, looks like guests arrived before me."
"Stinky leader."
"Who're you calling stinky, you pint-sized angel brat."
Someone emerged from the rift.
The embodiment of wrath, the source overlooking all the world's evils.
Pure, yet the most insidious evil, merely existing pollutes the surroundings.
"Pleased to meet you, comrade. I am Satan, representative of Pandemonium."
The representative Constellation of Pandemonium—where demons gathered, like Olympus or Asgard—Satan waved cheerfully this way.
"Oh, of course, comrade."
Who're you calling comrade?
Satan approached me familiarly right after appearing.
But he had to stop midway.
"What're you doing, pint-sized angel."
"Don't come near—Stinky Leader reeks."
Sandalphon—the only one here presumed to know Satan—stepped forward protectively, blocking him.
"If anyone reeks, it's you."
"Sorry, but this one's under my protection."
Crackle.
What can I say?
Watching their staredown reminded me of the two goddesses quietly spectating behind them.
Though unlike Aphrodite and Freya's spat, this felt far more dangerous.
"What are those?"
"Means the others won't hold back now either."
Aphrodite and Freya, seeing Satan and Sandalphon suddenly appear and glare murderously at each other, subtly sidled up to me.
"This isn't some public lounge—why is everyone showing up here?"
But I agreed with her point.
This was my space to begin with.
My retreat, my temporary home.
Yet four had waltzed in without permission.
No, not four anymore.
"Whoa~ So many Constellations here?"
"Hermes?!"
"Freya! Your big bro's here!"
"Frey!"
Crunch.
Wasn't this supposed to be a 'special guest'?
How is any of this special guest treatment?
And why are they staring at me like I'm a monkey in a zoo?
Or maybe think differently.
They barged in uninvited, sure—but doesn't that mean more hostages?
Three hours until a flood of elixirs and items pours in for Isoha.
I'd just acquired six fresh hostages.