Chapter 228
Chapter 228
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 228
Chapter Title: Part 2, Chapter 11: Tell Them We'll Meet Soon (2)
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"For now, since Raiza's your senior, ask him if there's anything you don't know."
"Understood."
Bianca gave a crisp reply and turned toward Raiza, bowing her head.
"Please take care of me."
"...Likewise."
Raiza returned the greeting with a dazed expression.
Having been a knight in life, Bianca seemed thoroughly disciplined in hierarchies.
The situation had felt like it was about to erupt into a fight at any moment, but her attitude flipped in an instant.
Though it wasn't easy to get used to, it wasn't bad that she immediately accepted Jamie's words.
Jamie thought that part was fortunate too.
"There are still a lot of rough edges. It's not easy to actively increase our soldiers right now, and we're focusing on other areas too. That's why your actions are important. Manage the other undead soldiers well while I'm not paying attention here."
"Don't worry."
"We'll do our best."
Jamie nodded and stood by the heads of Azad and Ashtar.
He crouched down, looked back and forth at their faces, then left them as they were.
He'd thought about waking them, but he could imagine how much they'd freak out now that they were barely regaining consciousness.
Subduing them wouldn't be hard, but there was no need to bother.
"By the way, where's Nevro?"
"No idea. He disappeared one day."
The inside of the Defying Heaven Gate was a vast world.
He was probably holed up somewhere training.
Unlike the ones here, Nevro was an independent force.
There was no need for him to sync up with these guys.
"Introduce him to me when he returns."
"Understood."
"I trust Bianca will do well too. You all have things to learn from each other."
"Don't worry, my lord."
I'm more worried about these guys than you.
Jamie swallowed his afterthought and nodded again.
When he glanced at Raiza, his expression had soured slightly as he looked at Azad and Ashtar.
He seemed worried about what would happen once they woke up.
'But why does his complexion change when he's undead?'
Even though he'd made them himself, they were truly mysterious.
"I'm heading out now."
"Call us if there's a problem."
"We'll await your orders."
Raiza and Bianca each bid Jamie farewell in their own way.
Jamie waved loosely and opened his eyes back in reality.
Then he let out a small sigh.
"They'll get along after a few beatings."
He muttered, thinking of Azad and Ashtar.
They'd probably challenge Bianca the moment they woke up, get beaten the same way, and pass out again.
Raiza would sigh deeply from behind.
He was a little worried about that, but since they'd be sharing meals together from now on, it would get better over time.
A hierarchy would establish itself among them soon enough.
'I need to catch at least a little sleep.'
It was almost dawn already.
He planned to tell Jin to leave the village as soon as he woke up.
To move properly, he'd need at least three or four hours of sleep.
Jamie was about to change into comfortable sleepwear.
If not for the presence he felt outside the door.
Jamie stopped unbuttoning his shirt and turned toward the door.
"Who is it."
There was no way someone had coincidentally stopped in front of his door at this late hour.
Click. The door handle turned, and someone entered his room.
"You..."
Jamie raised one eyebrow at the unexpected visitor.
The intruder smiled at Jamie.
"Hello."
"Your name was..."
"Nilva."
"Right, Nilva."
It was Nilva, the inn's sole employee.
The girl always impressed with her bright demeanor amid the village's gloomy atmosphere.
"What business do you have with me this late?"
"Wellll..."
Nilva fidgeted, hands behind her back, before cautiously speaking up.
"I have a favor to ask."
"A favor?"
"Yes."
"...I'll hear it."
As Jamie sat on the bed and gestured for her to speak, Nilva stopped fidgeting.
"It's just..."
"It's fine, just say it."
"Okay then."
Nilva dropped her hands, her smile vanishing as she spoke.
"Could you return the rosario?"
Jamie's expression hardened at her words.
He stared at Nilva, who seemed like a completely different person.
Gone was any trace of shyness; the girl stood with a cold face, like a doll.
Jamie feigned ignorance.
"Rosario?"
"No need to play dumb."
But Nilva replied with a smile, her voice firm and certain.
"Here it is."
Jamie ran a hand through his hair and stood up.
He hadn't expected someone connected to the 13th divinity to appear so soon.
Let alone that their identity would be the inn's only young staff member where he was staying.
"Did you know I'd come here?"
Nilva shook her head.
"No. It was all coincidence."
"Coincidence..."
"Even I'm quite flustered. The plan went awry so suddenly."
"Let's go outside first. This doesn't seem like a talk for in here."
Jamie snapped his fingers, teleporting them both to a wide open field.
Nilva showed no particular reaction to the sudden teleportation magic.
She simply stood with her hands clasped below her navel.
Jamie pulled out the broken rosario he'd sealed in his subspace.
"Is this what you're talking about?"
"Yes, that's it. I'd be grateful if you returned it."
"What if I don't?"
"Then I'd be in a real bind."
Jamie narrowed his eyes at her response.
He'd expected a threat to take it by force, but Nilva looked genuinely troubled.
Though she didn't know it, Jamie was currently sensing her heartbeat and brainwaves.
If it were a lie, one of them would have reacted.
'Not an enemy?'
If she were an enemy, he'd have subdued her and cracked open her skull right away. But if not, that would be too extreme.
Since realizing emotions five years ago, he'd decided against such ruthless acts toward non-enemies.
Figuring out her intentions came first.
"Being in a bind means I don't need to hand it over?"
"Hm. Pretty much."
"What's your identity?"
When she only showed genuine distress even after prodding again, Jamie asked directly.
Nilva poked his still-chubby cheek and grinned.
Her body suddenly began writhing grotesquely.
In the process, it started changing.
Her torso elongated, arms and legs stretching longer.
Her long hair shortened drastically, and her cute face transformed into that of a man with gentle eyes.
"......"
Jamie was speechless at the sight.
The young girl had become a grown man in moments.
Even her waitress outfit had turned into a long priest's robe.
Not only had she changed from woman to man, but the person themselves was entirely different.
The issue was that this wasn't mere transformation.
"You. That ability..."
As Jamie's voice trembled in shock, Nilva raised the corner of her mouth and formally introduced herself.
"Pleased to meet you, great one. I am Nirvana, one of Lord Yormungand's ascendants."
"What a troubling person."
A woman in pitch-black tights that hugged her figure gazed at the night sky, flashing a seductive smile.
Her long hair, reaching her calves, fluttered in the night breeze like rippling darkness.
"To appear like this."
She blushed, recalling her former master.
This was unexpected for her too.
And because of that, it was incredibly welcome.
She wanted to rush there immediately, but she couldn't yet.
She knew she shouldn't, yet her body pulled her toward him anyway.
It had been tens of thousands of years of waiting.
Her patience had long surpassed its limits, and her rationality was on the verge of snapping.
"Master...!"
She wanted to see him up close, even once.
To place her hand on that soft cheek.
To be held in his arms like in the old days.
To fall asleep listening to his heartbeat with eyes closed.
Her limbs trembled.
At that moment.
"Restrain yourself, Yormungand."
A young boy's voice called from behind.
Turning, she saw a boy with jet-black hair and striking purple eyes sitting in a wide chair.
The boy rested his left arm, pierced with thick needles, on the armrest.
Transparent tubes connected to the needles sucked his blood through.
The boy spoke with a weary face.
"Do you intend to ruin the grand plan you've orchestrated right at the end?"
"Haa..."
Yormungand sighed at the boy's words.
Because he wasn't wrong.
But her boiling blood wouldn't settle easily.
It was only natural.
Tens of thousands of years waiting alone in loneliness.
Enduring with nothing but blind faith, not knowing when he might appear.
And now, he'd made contact with her subordinate.
The reincarnation of Diablo Volpir himself!
"I can't hold back!"
Her eyes gradually reddened.
Her long, lush hair became disheveled, whipping wildly.
Instinct forcibly awakened her power.
Among the three great familiars, Yormungand possessed exceptional intelligence, matched by equally intense emotions.
Even surpassing Behemoth at its peak.
She was made that way.
So it was unavoidable.
The boy clicked his tongue watching Yormungand's back.
"I had a bad feeling since he appeared in Harmonia Kingdom..."
When Behemoth revived, they learned Diablo Volpir had returned to this land in some form.
And that it was 'Jamie Welton.'
Even then, Yormungand had suppressed her desires with superhuman patience.
He knew better than anyone how much she'd suffered watching from the side.
"Yormungand."
"Even you can't stop me."
"Do you want to lose your master again?"
"......"
"What was the reason you hid from the 12 Gods' eyes for tens of thousands of years?"
"That was..."
"Wasn't it all to protect Diablo Volpir?"
To protect Diablo Volpir.
For a familiar to protect a black sorcerer even the 12 Gods couldn't easily handle was absurd.
But Yormungand had prepared all this to safeguard her master who would one day return.
If she abandoned the grand plan now and rushed to see him?
"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. It's regrettable not to meet now, but the joy later will be doubled. You've endured tens of thousands of years. What's a few more at most? Hold on."
"Kuh."
Yormungand clenched her fists, collapsing to the ground and hugging her knees.
Her eyes held no more allure.
She gritted her teeth, staring at the sky to suppress her desires.
"Master."
Waiting for the day they would meet again.
The boy silently watched over her.