Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Resurrection (3)
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“Tsundere…? That’s a word I’ve never seen before.”
“It’s a term for someone who can’t express their true feelings of affection honestly and instead acts violently or grumbles dishonestly.”
“…? Why would they do that?”
“It’s because they love the person so much that they feel embarrassed!”
“I don’t quite get it…”
“Agh, just trust me on this! The Goddess is definitely in that state!”
I pounded my chest in frustration as I spoke, and the Demon God nodded hesitantly, looking perplexed.
“Well… I’ll believe you. You’re an incredible romance expert who’s juggling eight women. You must be right.”
“…”
‘Eight? I don’t think so…’
I mentally counted the women around me.
First, the thug saintess Rainy. One.
Next, the adorable young lady Laura. Two.
Mastain Duke’s family’s shadow, Yumi. Three.
Daughter of the Elf Empire, Vine. Four.
Adorable virgin succubus Nania. Five.
Hero number two, Marey. Six.
Half-human, half-demon Daisy. Seven.
My personal slave, Kani. Eight.
“…”
I had nothing to say and quietly averted my gaze.
“See? Eight, right? I’ve been watching with great interest personally, so it’s got to be accurate.”
“Ahem… Anyway, that’s not the important part.”
“So, what do I do about the Goddess in this tsun… dere state?”
I glanced at his crotch.
“Can’t you resurrect that?”
“I’ve tried everything I could think of… but it’s impossible.”
“What about hair…?”
“She’s a lich now—how’s hair supposed to grow? I tried a wig, but it looked too awkward, so I tossed it.”
“…”
I stepped forward confidently, but no good solution came to mind.
Just as the lich said, you can’t create and erect a missing body part out of nothing.
Similarly, making hair grow from a skull would be bizarre.
And he’d already tried a wig.
After a moment of thought, I proposed one solution.
“Why are you trying to change the Goddess’s attitude?”
“Huh? Because I don’t like being nagged and ignored.”
I shook my head firmly.
“I told you, right? The Goddess’s love for you is real.”
“Yeah…”
“Those insults aren’t coming from the heart either.”
“R… really?”
“Think back to her human days. What was she like? Warm and compassionate.”
“She nagged and hit me every chance she got.”
“…”
I thought her tsundere traits developed after becoming a goddess, but apparently it went back thousands of years…
“Uh… anyway, her teasing and grumbling are overflowing with affection!”
“Hmm…”
“Why not just enjoy it?”
“What…?”
“Isn’t it cute? She likes you so much but gets embarrassed and clumsy at showing it, so she plays mean pranks and grumbles.”
No sooner had I finished speaking than I tensed up and swallowed hard.
What I was doing now was preaching the appeal of tsundere in a world where the concept didn’t even exist yet.
Turning a woman’s behavior—normally just something you’d accept as “old lady treatment”—into a moe attribute wasn’t easy.
“Hmm… I don’t find it cute at all.”
“J… ju… just look at the Goddess’s face and think about it!”
The Goddess had puffed out her cheeks sulkily as our conversation dragged on.
On an ugly woman, it’d be an eyesore, but the Goddess was quite attractive.
By my standards, she was a granny over three thousand years old, so no go, but to the Demon God, she’d seem incredibly appealing.
The Demon God stared blankly at her, then unconsciously nodded.
“It… it might actually be cute…”
I patted his shoulder bone to congratulate him on awakening to tsundere.
“Congratulations on discovering the charm of tsundere.”
***
“Hmph, aren’t those ribs of yours rattling too much?”
“Oh dear… you saw my embarrassing side… I’ll fix it. Thanks for worrying.”
“I… I wasn’t exactly… worrying…”
The Demon God and Goddess couple, who had ended their centuries-long domestic squabbles and were radiating harmony once more.
I nodded with a satisfied smile, pleased at having saved another pure love story.
Today, too, I’d protected one pure love.
Would it be an exaggeration to call me an utterly depraved pure love obsessive?
As I gazed warmly at the beautiful scene, the Goddess and Demon God approached me one after another.
“After hearing you and really looking, I can feel again just how much the Demon God likes me. Thank you. I never thought I’d see him blushing.”
‘How does a skull head blush?’
I froze for a second, not understanding, but let it slide since good was good and smiled.
“It’s because you showed a bit more beautiful kindness.”
“Heehee, thank you.”
The Goddess tapped my shoulder lightly with her delicate hand to express her gratitude.
Following her, the Demon God approached me, his bones clattering.
“You really are a romance expert. After hearing you, I realized every word she says is out of love for me.”
“I’m glad.”
“Haha, thank you. After thousands of years, I never realized it, but thanks to you, I’ve discovered Nina’s charm.”
The Demon God chuckled and showed his friendliness toward me.
A hero who’d won the Demon God’s favor.
An incredibly rare case, even if you searched every dimension.
“So, about my resurrection…”
“Well, thinking it over, it’s not like you didn’t pay any price, so I can let that slide. Haha.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem… Lately, that Demon King punk’s gotten cocky and won’t listen to me at all. After the good deed you did taking him down, what can I say? You’re cuter anyway.”
Looks like the Demon King had been clashing with the Demon God recently.
I’d fixed things between the Goddess and Demon God, but I had no intention of meddling in the Demon King and Demon God’s relationship.
“Ow, you klutz. Even your bones are rattling.”
“Haha, thanks.”
“Sigh, who else would look after a dummy like you if not me?”
I observed the harmonious conversation between the two.
‘Now might be the time to persuade them?’
I sidled up carefully and made a tentative suggestion.
“Can’t the Demon King and the hero just all get along peacefully?”
They’d said I couldn’t go back to Earth after resurrection anyway, so there was no need to obsess over killing the Demon King.
I floated the idea subtly.
““No.””
The Goddess and Demon God rejected it firmly in unison.
“The existence of Demon Kings and heroes is a law of this world. We have a duty to protect the world’s overall peace by following that law.”
“…”
“Try to understand.”
“Yes…”
Oof.
***
“Rainy… that’s enough now…”
“No… no…”
“… All vital signs have already stopped.”
“Still… we can still save him.”
Vine looked pityingly at Rainy, who still wouldn’t leave Raden’s corpse, then placed some food in her mouth and left.
She wanted to stay by Raden and Rainy’s side too, but Vine had been tasked with preparing a coffin for Raden to rest comfortably in.
With her exceptional affinity for earth, she also needed to find a suitable burial site.
“Saintess niiim…”
Nania approached sniffling and grabbed the haggard Rainy’s hand.
Rainy asked in a half-dead daze.
“Where’s Kani?”
“I laid her down next to Laura, who collapsed from crying…”
“She hasn’t died yet…?”
“Yes… but her condition is…”
Rainy wiped Nania’s tears—still flowing even as she poured holy power—and continued.
“You need to look after Marey. Go quickly.”
Marey’s mind was on the brink because she thought she’d killed him, so the succubus Nania and half-succubus Daisy were sticking close to manage her.
Rainy knew Marey was in more danger the longer Nania stayed by her side, so despite understanding Nania’s desire to be near Raden, she shooed her away.
“Hoo…”
Once everyone was gone, Rainy finally let her held-back tears fall in drops.
She hadn’t given up entirely, but deep down, Rainy understood Raden’s death.
She even thought it might help more to pray for his soul’s peace like Vine was doing.
‘But… but…’
Still, Rainy wasn’t ready to let Raden go yet.
A day passed like that, and the day of the funeral dawned.
***
“Huh…?”
I opened my eyes and felt something off.
I was trapped inside a box-like coffin.
Thump thump.
I pounded on it, but whatever sturdy wood and magic they’d used, it didn’t seem easy to break.
At that moment, a familiar voice came from outside.
“Ra… Raden was… sob… a good man…”
A woman’s voice, sobbing bitterly yet forcing the words out.
It was Vine.
“Today… ugh… we… sob… pray for… Raden to go to a… good… cough cough… place.”
“We’ll… bury him… in the earth… waaah…”
‘What?’
A chill ran down my spine.
I’d apparently resurrected trapped inside a coffin.
“Waaaaaah…”
As Vine wailed, the coffin began to move.
‘Fuck.’
Feeling the crisis, I drew out my mana and swung with all my might.
Boom!
The wooden coffin shattered, and I sat up.
“…”
“…”
I emerged from the coffin and locked eyes with the women who’d been weeping and wailing.
Vine, snot streaming disgustingly and her voice hoarse, asked.
“Ra… Raden?”
“Yeah… hey.”
Number one thing you shouldn’t do at a funeral.
Resurrect.