Chapter 25
"Tsk. This has become very troublesome indeed."
During that time, G.o.ddess of l.u.s.t, Moral, was alone and biting her nails.
"Just when I am able to return to the surface, they have to get in my way. This is just ridiculous!"
She was so enraged that she bit off the tip of one of her nails.
At the same time, a freshwater pearl that decorated her index finer fell to the ground.
"Ahhh! I"m so annoyed by all of this! So, so annoyed!!"
Instead of picking up the fallen pearl, she ground it under her foot as if it were the reason for her anger.
Once she was satisfied that it was ground into powder, she returned to biting her nails.
"Who the h.e.l.l is that old man, anyway? How can there be someone like that here!?"
She was a rank-one G.o.ddess. The very idea that she could come down here and not have everything go her way was unthinkable.
However, the old man had immediately seen the danger in her. He was clearly dangerous himself.
Though, he looked rather plain. Well, except for his height.
Yes, he seemed like a harmless old man, and yet he had been unaffected by the power of Charm that she had unleashed on everyone. It didn"t make any sense.
"Well, he did break through the seal and drag me down here by force. So I was expecting someone very strong. But not to this degree!"
Her gut instinct had told her that the person who summoned her was the old one.
At least, there was no way it was the bulky young guy next to him.
That meant he had more magic power than her… The only explanation for that was that he was a Hero that served another G.o.d, or he was the lord of the Demon Empire.
Or he could be a royal dragon who was disguised as a human?
But a Hero would never have released her from her cage, and the lord of the Demon Empire would not have been able to resist her Charm.
…So, that meant he was a royal dragon. But this old man was wearing gla.s.ses and had long dirt-colored hair that covered half of his face. He was just so plain.
Dragons were extravagant and proud creatures without exception. He didn"t fit that description in the least.
She didn"t know how to define him other than being a complete mystery.
"…d.a.m.n it! The second-rate brat was enough trouble already. Why did this other guy have to be here! This is the worst!!"
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.
She had been able to move first and set the villagers onto them. But they had immediately seen that the situation was to their disadvantage, and they had fled without hesitation.
The fact that they hadn"t just attacked showed that they were sly and practical… In other words, they would be difficult to deal with.
Not only that, but they were currently locked up inside of a building. And even when she tried to look inside with magic, she had been blocked by a barrier.
She knew from experience that giving them time was a very bad idea.
There was no saying what kind of plan he would think of.
"Well, it doesn"t seem like he did anything to the building for now. Maybe I should just have the villagers take it apart."
She sighed as she came to this conclusion. And as always, Moral put on her disguise.
But then again, this personality was part of her, to begin with.
While it may have seemed like the opposite of how she usually was, she also liked playing the idol.
"Everyone! Please listen to me! I don"t think they will come out if we leave them like this. And so, while it may be a little rude, can you…break down the house?"
She suggested this with downcast eyes that were full of sorrow. And so the people immediately agreed.
The villagers brought out their carpentry tools from their houses and started to take apart the shed.
"Woah! What is this?"
It was about five minutes after they started.
They started to shout as if something very unexpected had happened.
"Ahh! Gross!"
When she went to look, she saw that from behind the removed planks of wood, green vines were wiggling around.
Not only that, but they were densely packed and created a wall of their own.
"Ah, this is the group leader"s work."
"Oh, these are some fine looking watermelon vines."
According to the villagers, these green vines were from watermelons.
No, such watermelons should not even exist… The people thought. But those who knew Qudels just said, "this again."
You would not survive near Qudels if you were shocked this easily.
"What should we do? We won"t be able to get inside even if we break down the walls."
"We have no choice then. We"ll just have to wait."
"They"ll come out when they become hungry."
"But won"t he just make vegetables in there? He"s probably going to eat the watermelons."
"Ah…"
The group members and villagers talked like this for a while, and then it suddenly became very loud again.
Moral watched over them curiously. They had started to make a fire.
—Surely, they didn"t mean to burn the vines!?
While Moral was shocked at this outrageous plan, the women of the village could be seen carrying something as they marched towards the shack.
What…what were they going to do?
And then, an appetizing smell started to waft around in the wind.
Was this…a barbecue!?
Not only that, but she saw that they were bringing out drinks and having a party.
—So, they weren"t attacking with fire. They were attacking with a barbecue!?
Indeed, while you could make vegetables and fruits through controlling plants, meat was a different matter.
There was something to be said about the unique way that it encouraged an appet.i.te.
It seemed like a silly strategy indeed. But it was also cruel in a way.
Ah, but was this not a most delicious kind of "greed"?
Drink, meat, the sounds of partying… It was a marvelously sweet and stimulating emotion.
Moral was about to start drinking on these emotions from the villagers, but she managed to restrain herself.
They meant to lure out the old man and muscle G.o.d with this party. And so she could not get in their way.
After a while, the sounds growling stomachs could be heard from the shed.