Chapter 23 (1/2)
“Abel!”
Why are you so late? So glad, I unwittingly cuddled his back. So Abel flinched and looked back at me, and was almost hit by a surprise shot by Laytan.
“……you, son of a bitch.”
Laytan, who had flown away, growled, spitting blood in his mouth, raising his upper body. I think he was hit, but he still had the power to shoot, and on the other hand, he has great durability. Unlike Abel, an imperfect demigod mixed with human blood, it may be because he is the son of a real God.
“Oh, I’ve heard that a bastard like me is crazy because he’s possessed by a girl. Was it real?”
Laytan jerked at me, but Abel pulled my arm and ordered me to hide behind him.
“Get out of here. If you don’t want to tear your soul apart.”
I can’t see his face because of the threatening black wings, but the voice I hear is as hideous as it can be.
“That’s not very funny.”
Huh, that’s what Laytan laughed at, as if he were dumbfounded.
“A man with a few years to die anyway……Gasp!”
Abel, who grabbed him by the collar before he finished speaking, rushed to kill Laytan. There was a fight right away. No, the word is a fight, but it was almost a one-sided beating. Abel’s energy was frighteningly strong, whether it was because he absorbed all the souls on the ground or because of the Dark Age Field effect.
“Abel, stop!”
I’ve never seen him so angry. I thought he was going to kill Laytan, so I barely grabbed his wings and shook them, but he wouldn’t budge. Lightning and dead scythe hit and roared, and the monsters who watched around didn’t run away and screamed. What should I do? What should I do? I ended up taking special measures.
“I’m hurt!”
…that’s too immediate a response? As soon as he paused and looked back, I pointed to my slightly flushed forehead. I meant to say let’s go get treatment quickly since I got hurt like this, but the problem is.
“……you son of a bitch.”
This was a lightning wound when I ran away from Laytan. Eventually, Asura, who arrived late, was able to stop Abel from running wild.
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“I’m afraid I’m blinded.”
Who’s blind? Who’s blind? I wanted to spit out my mind, but I decided to shut up and leave my face to the crumpled brow. Abel grabbed my chin with a serious look and looked around, and began to rummage through the medicine box that was brought. Unfortunately, my healing ability doesn’t cure itself. Because I don’t see the red thread itself.…but he’s been rummaging for so long.
“You can’t tell. Bring it here.”
Abel, with his brows crossed, stuck out the medicine box to me. I hold the ointment I found in my hand, and I try to find a mirror, but he takes it away and starts putting it in his hand.
“You don’t apply that much, you idiot.”
“Stay still.”
Is this skin lotion? He applies the ointment almost as fast as he can, and looks at my wound – almost invisible – covered in the ointment. I thought I’d end up like Harry Potter if I left the scar alone, but the scar was straight. Indeed, the burn-specific scar quickly disappeared, just like the herb strongly recommended by Verseppo.
“Laytan, what were you fooling around with?”
……did it seem like he was fooling around. I really almost died. He’s a man I don’t want to see again. I shook my head and closed the medicine box, and then I saw a shiny object on my wrist.
“Yes, I have a weapon.”
Ta-da. I showed Iggis, the shield bracelet I got from my persistence. My perfect weapon with delicate craftsmanship from the dwarves!
“Balkan made it for me.”
“……the cranky old man?”
“Well, I gave it to him in exchange for a little persuasion and bail.”
In addition, we needed a lot of persistence and obsession. As expected, my persistence is best. Looking down pleasingly at the new weapon, he murmured with a strange look.
“It’s a gem in the Dwarf underground mine. He just made it for free.”
That old man wouldn’t do that. Abel stared at my bracelet and seemed lost in thought. Well, Balkan said he didn’t need jewelry or gold coins at first, but it was understandable because he took it from me because he didn’t want me to get it for free. Abel spilled his words.
“……it’s a loss.”
“Huh?”