The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 166

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Chapter 166 64. Reunion After Three Years (1)

 

‘There he goes throwing another tantrum.’

 

Huu, the Patron Deity exhaled cigarette smoke and gazed into the distance.

 

It wasn’t as if he could see anything there. He was just looking in that bastard’s direction out of habit.

 

But he could definitely feel his presence.

 

There were days like this from time to time. When that bastard threw a tantrum, or when he himself threw a tantrum. Or when both of them did.

 

On such days, Demon Lord Javarik and himself could feel each other as if they were right beside one another. Just like in the old days.

 

‘Like in the old days… I can barely even remember when that was.’

 

Allia let out a bitter laugh.

 

The two of them were originally born in the same world.

 

Having trained in a dimension completely different from this place, they completed worlds and creatures within themselves, and succeeded in bringing them out into reality. Then they became gods and came to rule their own worlds.

 

In a way, you could say they were twin deities.

 

But such a peaceful and close relationship was shattered to pieces by Javarik’s corruption.

 

What on earth could have corrupted him, who had been such a righteous, noble, and beautiful being?

 

Even Allia didn’t know the reason. Whether it was due to the passage of time, or greed. Or perhaps both.

 

‘It doesn’t really matter anymore anyway.’

 

Javarik no longer loved his world. He didn’t care for his creatures either. He didn’t cherish them. Instead, he launched reckless invasions to conquer the world that Allia ruled.

 

That his world became stained with darkness, that his children became beings of darkness. That he became not a god but Demon God Javarik – in a way, it was all inevitable.

 

“It’s too old a matter… to turn back now.”

 

In the end, all she could do was strive to protect her own world.

 

And constantly be vigilant so that she too wouldn’t be worn down and corrupted by the passage of time.

 

Allia thought this as she rubbed out the fire in her pipe.

 

‘If only I could move directly, but my descent would place too great a burden on the world…’

 

Pop!

 

“So you were here. Great and noble Goddess Allia, who possesses such radiant charm that all the creatures of the world wouldn’t dare look upon you properly.”

 

Lumian Calard, who had suddenly appeared, swept away her contemplation.

 

With an expression that seemed to have something guilty about it, and a slippery tone dripping with flattery.

 

At the excessive flattery that seemed to have returned to their first meeting, Allia glanced at him sideways.

 

Then she turned her head away sharply and said.

 

“Get lost.”

 

“No, Allia. Please don’t be like that…”

 

“Don’t be like what?”

 

“…”

 

Lumian made a troubled expression.

 

What he wanted was clear, but he couldn’t bring himself to assert it strongly. Allia’s atmosphere was far too cold for that.

 

He stood restlessly before her like someone who had committed a great sin. He intended to keep waiting until the Patron Deity’s heart changed. Until the Patron Deity’s anger subsided.

 

However, even after one hour passed, even after two hours passed. Even after five hours had passed, she didn’t spare him so much as a glance.

 

Just from her back, he could clearly picture her sulking face.

 

Lumian spoke again with a frustrated heart.

 

Of course, he didn’t show such feelings. He still used an extremely cautious tone.

 

“Um, Allia… I know it’s rude to bring up my personal matters when you seem to be in quite a bad mood, but…”

 

“…”

 

“I’ve passed both the first test to become a hero and the second test as well… So now, if you could send me down to the Human Realm… I would truly never forget such grace for my entire life, no, even after death…”

 

“What? Why are you making such a request to me?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Lumian made a bewildered expression.

 

It was the Patron Deity who had brought him up from the Human Realm where he was living well to the Divine Realm. Naturally, sending him back down should also be her job.

 

But if she asked why he was making the request to her, what on earth was he supposed to answer?

 

While he was having such thoughts, Allia’s sulky voice flowed out.

 

“Instead of me, ask that pretty, beautiful, bewitching girl who can make men’s hearts flutter. She can do that much too.”

 

“…Allia.”

 

Armiron the Archangel, who had been standing there with no presence like a stone, made a troubled expression.

 

Of course, she too could send the hero down to the Lower Realm. She had that much authority.

 

But if she took Allia’s petulant words at face value, she couldn’t even imagine how long the aftermath would last.

 

The grudge of a being who had lived far longer than humans!

 

It definitely wouldn’t end in just a day or two. It could be something she’d suffer from for years, no, over a decade.

 

‘I have to do something!’

 

‘Somehow, I need to change Allia’s heart…’

 

Lumian and Armiron simultaneously bowed their heads. They had to think of some method. Both their minds raced furiously.

 

However, both Armiron, who was naturally quiet and serious, and Lumian, who knew little about women, were ill-equipped to improve Allia’s mood.

 

In the end, the two remained frozen in silence for another 3 hours.

 

Watching them, the Patron Deity sighed deeply as if giving up.

 

“Such hopeless fools. A god is sulking and you don’t even try properly to cheer her up – does that make sense?”

 

‘Isn’t a god sulking over such things even more nonsensical?’

 

Lumian thought to himself. But he didn’t voice it aloud.

 

He just kept apologizing with a remorseful expression.

 

“I’m sorry, Allia.”

 

Armiron also offered words of apology.

 

Though it was Allia who had made her wear that unwanted shameful outfit, she was the Patron Deity and she was an angel. So she had no choice but to prostrate herself.

 

But she couldn’t help the tears falling from her eyes.

 

Seeing this, Allia panicked and shouted.

 

“Hey, hey! What’s wrong with you! Ah geez, I was just joking. Hey, hey! I’m sorry, stop it! Stop!”

 

“Sob, sniff!”

 

Once her emotions burst, she couldn’t control them. Armiron burst into tears, and Allia abandoned her previous haughty attitude and did everything she could to comfort her.

 

Watching this, Lumian shook his head in disbelief.

 

‘Gods and angels alike, none of them are normal.’

 

The situation calmed down after about another 30 minutes had passed.

 

Armiron, who had returned to a calm expression but was still sniffling.

 

And Goddess Allia, who was forcing a stern expression but had no authority whatsoever.

 

Receiving both their gazes, Lumian bowed his head slightly, and words of advice, warning, and blessing began to pour forth.

 

“Fortunately, you completed the hero’s qualification before that Demon Lord’s son bastard could find a way to enter the Human Realm. Well done, truly well done.”

 

“Thank you. It’s all thanks to Allia’s teachings.”

 

“Right. Through the previous tests, you’ve proven your qualifications. The will to remain unshaken in any dangerous situation, and the strength to not fall behind against any powerful enemy. I hope you’ll protect the Human Realm well with these.”

 

“I’ll do my best.”

 

“Good. Since that Demon God bastard has already overextended himself several times, if we get through this crisis, the continent will be peaceful for the next thousand years. However, precisely because of that, he’ll put his heart and soul into this one move…”

 

The Patron Deity paused here to take a breath.

 

Intense energy shot from her eyes. Lumian, who unconsciously met her gaze, made a serious expression.

 

“I can trust you, right?”

 

“Absolutely. I will never let my guard down.”

 

“Good. Go.”

 

Allia grinned and nodded.

 

Right after that, the floor where Lumian was standing caved in and strong gravity took effect.

 

A long scream flowed from the falling Lumian’s mouth.

 

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

 

“Haha, what an expression! Farewell! It’s been fun all this time!”

 

“I’ll cheer for you from heaven! Fighting! Lumian Calard!”

 

“Damn it! Couldn’t you send me down more gently… huh?”

 

The spinning Patron Deity’s face instantly became a dot and disappeared. Lumian muttered curses about her in the terrifying wind pressure.

 

However, after a while, the speed that seemed like it would increase endlessly began to gradually slow down. And just like when he had ascended to the Divine Realm, warm light began to shine upon him.

 

Looking down below, he could see the Order Headquarters. He could also see ant-sized people bustling about to greet him.

 

Lumian let out a sigh of relief.

 

‘At least I’m not falling down disgracefully. Thank goodness.’

 

Ahem, clearing his throat, he looked down at his own body.

 

Was it a gift from the gods? Armor had somehow been layered over him, displaying a magnificent luster. It looked far better quality than what he had chosen from Semu’s nest.

 

He liked it. Lumian chuckled softly, ran his hand through his hair, managed his expression, then struck what he thought was a cool pose, and in that state slowly descended toward the ground.

 

In the meantime, even more priests had gathered.

 

What was surprising was that among them, he could see the face of his girlfriend, Tania Eloise.

 

‘It’s been three years since I ascended to the heavens, could she still be staying here waiting for me?’

 

His heart grew warm. His nose bridge tingled and it felt like tears might trickle from his eyes.

 

While accepting the wishes from the Lower Realm, he had been able to sense the hearts of acquaintances including Tania, so he knew she still loved him.

 

But there was a big difference between sensing it from afar through intuition and seeing it with his own eyes like this.

 

Though countless priests including Archbishop Abram Russo, and even the Pope who was being supported due to his illness-impaired mobility, were waiting for him, they didn’t catch his eye.

 

Only his pretty, cute, precious girlfriend—perfect in every way except for her chest—was visible to him…

 

“Huh?”

 

What?

 

Lumian Calard rubbed his eyes with his hands.

 

Something was strange. Something completely different from what he had known until now was entering his field of vision.

 

‘That can’t be right. Did my eyes get blurry from coming down to the Human Realm after so long?’

 

Of course that couldn’t be the case, but nevertheless, Lumian carefully massaged his eyes.

 

He couldn’t easily accept the current situation.

 

He repeated that action until he was almost close to the ground, then squeezed his eyes shut tight and opened them with force. As if he absolutely wouldn’t see wrong. As if he would escape from vain delusions and return to reality.

 

However, Lumian had not seen wrong.

 

Of course not. The eyes of one who had far surpassed a Swordmaster, who had been directly recognized as a hero by the Patron Deity, couldn’t be mistaken.

 

No, there was no need to say such things.

 

No matter how bad someone’s eyesight was, if they were a man, they couldn’t fail to recognize something that magnificent.

 

That was right.

 

The greatest talented woman of Tarasan Academy—no, the entire continent—who possessed both literary and martial arts, beautiful appearance, and excellent character.

 

Tania Eloise, whose only complex had been her meager chest.

 

But her appearance now was completely different from the past.

 

‘…They’re big!’

 

Gulp.

 

Lumian Calard’s Adam’s apple moved greatly. Intense light burst from his eyes.

 

Feeling that gaze, Tania Eloise smiled brightly.

 

It was a smile filled with confidence that no one could break down.

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