Seeing Grimm’s confident appearance, doubts arose in Ishtar’s heart.
Is this guy really sure it’s reliable?
She had noticed more than once that some of Grimm’s concepts were different from a normal person’s brain.
If she wanted to correct him, the other party wouldn’t repent at all.
Communicate with that gloomy girl?
That was even more impossible.
Moreover, having opposed the gloomy woman for many years, Ishtar had developed a tacit understanding with her; she vaguely felt that Ereshkigal did not seem to care about minor details, and this shut-in was already immersed, or rather, intoxicated in the small happiness of her current stable situation.
Therefore, she had unexpectedly become the only sober person in this ragtag team?!
“Hey! What should we do, right now we can only cobble together a double bed!”
Ereshkigal placed the square bed, cobbled together from the undamaged bed boards, into the only intact room, speaking with a distressed tone while unable to help stealing glances at Grimm’s reaction.
Ereshkigal wasn’t lying.
The available materials were limited, and she truly had done her utmost to repair it.
Furthermore, though they, as goddesses, could perhaps go without sleep, after being weakened they needed to rest a bit to avoid affecting their condition.
Therefore, there were a full three people who needed to sleep at this moment.
However, before Grimm could look back, Ereshkigal quickly shifted her gaze back, pretending to stare at Ishtar, looking somewhat absent-minded—probably feeling that no matter how she looked at this mortal enemy, she found her irritating, and it would be best if she vanished right now.
Or letting this woman sleep on the floor outside would be barely acceptable.
Ishtar: “Heh, I knew it!”
However, prompted like this by the underworld goddess, Grimm actually took it to heart and began to think seriously.
Now that the temporary base had been extensively destroyed due to force majeure, he considered himself the team leader, bearing a heavy responsibility to ensure the safety and survival of every team member.
Although the woman Ishtar was conceited, not very kind, and held antiquated academic views, it was undeniable that she had taught him genuine things.
Grimm had no intention of abandoning her.
“Ereshkigal, by how much has our safehouse’s functionality decreased?”
“Hmm? Other areas have declined; with insufficient time and materials, they might not operate smoothly, but the configuration of this room of ours is one hundred percent intact.”
Ereshkigal’s mindset was quite relaxed; their room was at the very center of the safehouse, so even if there was an enemy attack, it wouldn’t affect them for a while, which was enough time for them to react.
Yet Grimm felt his heart sink as he heard this.
That is to say, this was their last remaining line of defense.
Once Odin led a large force to storm in, this crumbling defense line would likely collapse in an instant!
They had to be on guard!
“No!… The three of us must sleep together, looking after each other and staying inseparable!”
The situation was severe, and Grimm felt that being close to one another would make it convenient to protect each other.
“Eh?”
Ereshkigal widened her eyes; could it be that Grimm had designs on both of them?!
Ishtar had a similar thought, but she quickly shook her head—this man was guaranteed to have a bizarre train of thought, so they shouldn’t let their imaginations wander again. This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
“A double bed is enough. Come, I’ll lie horizontally at the foot of the bed, and the two of you can lie diagonally near the head of the bed, with each person’s head close to the other’s feet, forming a stable triangle! It perfectly complies with geometry, guarantees safety, and won’t be crowded or affect sleep quality!”
Learn from this little ingenuity of mine, it will benefit you for a lifetime!
Having said that, Grimm clapped his hands and lay down on his own accord.
His body was straight, and even because he worried it wasn’t safe enough, he tightly hugged a knife to his chest.
Ereshkigal: “…”
Am I not as good as a knife?
Ishtar: “Heh, I knew it!”
The women shared the same bed but had different dreams, each with her own thoughts.
Captain Grimm lay horizontally fully clothed; although he could smell Ereshkigal’s hair fragrance and Ishtar’s stockings scent, his willpower was as firm as iron, unmoving like a mountain.
He fell into a light sleep until the commotion and howling outside startled him in the middle of the night.
Grimm flipped up like a carp and opened his eyes to stand.
“Damn!”
“I knew it, Odin really has attacked!”
“Grab your weapons! Meet the enemy!”
Consequently, the two noble goddesses were also forced to be dragged out for overtime work.
…
In Snowfield City, at the intersection of the suburban canyon and forest, sat a private prison.
The giant logo of the Cozman Special Correction Center hung high at the main gate, and the accompanying suggestive magecraft prevented irrelevant personnel from approaching.
The interior was heavily guarded, and the underground monitoring center’s magecraft workshop was densely packed with spells and familiar communication networks.
This was the place where Fadius Dioran, one of the masterminds behind this Snowfield City Fake Holy Grail War, obtained intelligence on the battle situation.
At this late hour of the night, it was brightly lit and bustling with activity.
The Holy Grail War inherently had a tradition of nighttime combat, and it was only right for the masterminds to be busy at this time, but this time was unusual.
Because they discovered that a small accident had occurred in the plan.
“What do you mean the Holy Grail War has just begun, and the lesser grail is nowhere to be found!?”
With a gloomy expression, the young man Fadius slammed his fist heavily onto the table and coldly questioned, “Old thing, explain this clearly to me. This is the masterpiece you promised to bring back with your own hands.”
However, the girl on the other end of the communication laughed heedlessly and unrestrainedly, completely unable to stop.
This was the other mastermind, Francesca Prelati, and she giggled in a morbidly distorted tone, “Hahahahahaha—don’t be so serious, unexpected situations are the norm in the Holy Grail War, and only development like this is interesting enough!”
Philia Einzbern was a doll she had personally kidnapped from a certain ancient castle in Europe.
She had originally thought that the huge alchemical workshop shaped like a castle had been abandoned and shut down, and the Philia she picked up was just an ordinary container tool that could finally be used.
She hadn’t expected the lesser grail to suddenly start moving on its own and then vanish without a trace right under her nose!
Of course, they could not possibly know that the current lesser grail was no longer Philia, but had turned into the divine spirit Ishtar.
Even less could they know that other divine spirits were gathered besides her.
And even more impossibly, they couldn’t know that this bunch of divine spirits was collectively serving time in prison.
Her voice in the communicator grew excited, “How could I miss such an interesting thing! Hehehehe~ lesser grail, oh lesser grail, I’m coming to find you!”
Fadius had no objections.
With someone volunteering to share the work, he was happy to take it easy, yet he always felt somewhat uneasy.
Can this old fellow be relied upon?
Francesca: “If you don’t try, how would you know?”
…
Try and you shall pass away.
She truly kept her word.
After checking the surveillance records and arriving at the disappearance zone of the lesser grail, while wandering around trying to dig three feet deep to search, she encountered an attack as expected.
“You are once the progeny of the machine gods of the Western Continent (Greek machine gods), the remnants of Atë… Another remnant of the Age of Gods.”
The Great God’s voice was frigid as He delivered the declaration, thrusting His spear straight ahead; Francesca’s essence had nowhere to hide in His eyes.
“Eh? A supreme deity?!”
The girl exclaimed in shock.
“No way, this piece of fun is way too big!”
“This body of hers is done for—”
Moreover, Odin knew her essence, and gungnir could lock onto her true body as an information body.
After all, that was the Great God’s declaration that proclaimed fate.
If she died beneath the spear and couldn’t transfer her information body into a new body, that would truly mean death!
Clang—!
A horizontal blade flew over, blocking in front of her and delaying the offensive for a moment.
Then, some figure swooped over, and a violent release of magical energy formed an endless giant wave and tide, swallowing everything.
That was a figure whose entire body flashed with glowing patterns.
Francesca’s expression was astonished as she watched the newcomer’s magical circuits go berserk, bursting with magical energy while ignoring the body’s limits and approaching collapse, paying no heed even to the piercing wounds inflicted by gungnir.
“Who on earth is he? No, wait, he actually… actually… actually managed to ignore that kind of injury…! How did he do it? A Dead Apostle, no, a True Ancestor? No, that’s obviously wrong!”
The first thought that surfaced in her mind was not the relief of surviving a disaster, nor gratitude for the savior risking his life to help…
but a crazy infatuation with this man.
His body…
“How perfect!”
He could even recover from the fate curse of a supreme deity’s weapon; wouldn’t that mean he could court death however he wanted and never die?
With such conditions, wouldn’t he be able to seek fun wantonly and enjoy himself to the absolute limit?
He was simply her dream body!