533 - Fixing Broken Things # 2

It was late afternoon when Luna and Hippolyte finally opened their eyes.

Of course, even though they were awake, they couldn't move right away, barely waddling-eogijeok-eogijeok-around the bedroom.

Thanks to that, Antiope and Paranoi had to wait on Luna and Hippolyte.

"Unni, what on earth did you do last night to be like this? Did you eat something wrong?"

"Ahem, no, it's not like that."

Hippolyte was desperate to hide the sexual affairs of the previous night. Luna simply lay back down on the bed and tried to go back to sleep.

I had intended for us all to have dinner together to celebrate the war coming to an end. But with things like this, it feels like it's best to just rest at the lodging today too.

In the end, the only ones eating dinner were me, Antiope, and Paranoi. Joreureuk-Antiope filled the glasses.

"So we're heading back down to Sodomora next week, right?"

"That is correct-ssu...!"

"That's a shame. I liked this city. Mount Hypos is close by, too. Sodomora feels a bit... gloomy."

"If you wish to stay, you may stay-ssu...! It wouldn't be bad to try being the Black Brotherhood's Olympia Parish Leader-ssu...!"

"Stay? Ugh. I don't want that. Besides, I have to follow Hassan around for the good stuff to drop. Since there'll be lots of fighting, there'll be chances to improve my skills."

Just like a remora following whales.

It seemed Antiope wanted to follow me, the one who brings about fights. For me as well, there were many advantages to taking Antiope along as an aide.

To name one, I'd have a breast-cradle to charge Mjolnir and my smartphone?

Above all, Antiope is pretty and has breasts large enough to draw people's attention when I take her around. Yes, she is a beauty.

It hit me anew that she really is a beauty.

A lighthearted and cheerful beauty with a slightly rebellious vibe, different from Hippolyte. Her breasts are large, and her skin must be smooth.

Smelling of erotic magic grass-. Normally, she's the kind of beautiful woman I should feel guilty even talking to, let alone harboring feelings for.

Throb-.

In that moment, I could feel the blood rushing to my lower half. Thinking about Antiope's firm body, I simply couldn't hold it back.

To think that I'm looking at Antiope, Hippolyte's sister, sexually.

This was fucking morally wrong.

Is the problem that I unleashed my abstinence last night? I was holding back as much as possible because I thought something like this might happen.

Like a Muslim tasting pork for the first time and losing their mind.

I, Hassan, having felt the softness of a woman's body after a long time, am currently losing my eyes and senses.

"Hassan, what do you think? If it's okay, I'd like to get a tattoo here on my hip to commemorate the fight with Unni Sileia."

"A tattoo on your hip-?"

"What's with that? Why are you so flustered?"

"No, it's nothing."

I'm in big trouble. Antiope's lips and the collarbone revealed by her slightly open jacket. Things like the deep cleavage began to catch my eye.

Thinking about it now, why is she so anxious to show off her body like that?

Could she be seducing me on purpose?

"What is it, Hassan? Is there something on my chest?"

"No-."

Ahem, hmph-I cleared my throat and looked away.

No matter what, Antiope, Hippolyte's younger sister, is my sister-in-law. Touching such an Antiope would be an act worse than a beast.

Of course, they say the gods of Hypos do this and that regardless of whether they're family or cousins.

But the gods of Hypos, thinking about it now, are just savage gods who haven't even received a compulsory education, aren't they?

I am Hassan, a man of the University.

I would never do something like pouncing on family like those savage gods.

However, why the hell won't this dick go down?

To think that high stamina and stamina would cause such pain.

As I looked around, wondering what to do, I saw Paranoi carving a steak here and there with a knife.

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"Be sliced quietly and enter this Paranoi's mouth-ssu...! And then transform into nourishment for this Paranoi's height and growth-ssu...!"

Seureureuk-.

Seeing her, my dick shrank miraculously.

The sexual desire that had been boiling over subsided, and how should I put it, I felt like I had been forced into a post-nut clarity state.

But I knew the reason for this sudden forced post-nut clarity.

From leading the Nymph Choir and taking various Nymphs around-. What I realized is that there is a part of Nymphs that suppresses a man's sexual desire.

Originally, the Gigantamax Nymphs, who were not cursed, were pitiful beings who suffered all sorts of harassment from gods and humans.

However, Juno, the goddess of home and harmony, heard their prayers and placed a curse on the Nymphs that suppressed their growth.

And she made it so that men who looked at them would not feel sexual impulses.

Of course, it's just a hypothesis, but looking at Paranoi was certainly effective in suppressing my boiling lust.

"Hassan-nim, even if you stare at my meat like that, this is this Paranoi's rightful share-ssu...! I will not share it-ssu...!"

"I'm not going to steal it, so eat up, kid."

"As expected, you are merciful-ssu...!"

I wondered what kind of guys those innkeepers who marry these small Nymphs and start families are.

Like the innkeeper in Sodomora, for example.

Aren't they beings that should be isolated from society...?

Sodomora.

Anyway, Sodomora, huh.

As I was churning through various thoughts, I suddenly felt a deep longing for that petty, cowardly, yet cold-hearted city.

The times I spent there, the small Cabin I built there, and the various incidents made me fall into nostalgia.

No matter how much hospitality I received in the city of Olympia, as long as I was in a foreign land, a kind of unresolvable fatigue always seemed to weigh down my shoulders.

"Paranoi. Well, since the civil war is mostly settled. Once everything is finished, we're leaving for Sodomora. Handle everything so there's no talk behind our backs."

"Understood-ssu...! Also, I have secured a promise for a ship to Alfheim from the Princess of the Liberation Army-ssu...! She said she will send us safely once the ice in the harbor melts-ssu...!"

"Really? When did you do all that?"

"For this Paranoi, there is a battle that only Paranoi can fight-ssu...! I slipped a bit of the remaining budget to the Princess of the Liberation Army-ssu...!"

Antiope added her words from the side.

"And, I competed in the tournament as a representative for the Liberation Army. We used that to make a deal."

I see.

Antiope aside.

Paranoi, like a capable secretary, had proceeded with the work even without me saying anything.

She's not good at handling bees like Doris or housework like Ignoi.

But Paranoi showed outstanding talent in exercising the power in her hands and the authority of the one in charge.

If Paranoi had really become the Marcher Lord of Hell, wouldn't she have governed her land surprisingly well?

I should consider increasing Paranoi's authority further when we return to Sodomora.

"Ah, and Paranoi. I have something I'm curious about. You said that when you were young, you saw my father."

"That is correct-ssu...! Back when I was still in a cave, honing my ambitions alone, digging up grass roots, and licking bear gall, Pluto-nim saved me-ssu...!"

"Roughly how many years ago was that?"

"It must have been ten and three winters ago-ssu...!"

13 years ago.

Pluto and Paranoi had already met 13 years ago. I had already heard this story.

However, at that time, I just thought it was Paranoi's frantic recollection of the past and moved on. I had assumed that Paranoi, suffering from hunger and fear, had seen a hallucination.

But thinking about it now, I wonder if that was a very important hint.

My father, who should have been alive in the 21st century, why could he have been in front of Paranoi?

Perhaps my father traveled periodically between this Gaia and the Earth of the 21st century.

Thinking about it now, there were many strange things.

My father would say he was going mountain climbing and wouldn't come home for as short as a day to as long as several days. Those times are starting to seem suspicious now.

Does my mother know about this?

My younger sister?

Then Paranoi asked.

"Hassan-nim, by any chance, are you going to face Pluto-nim? Is that why you have been lost in thought for the past few days-ssu...?"

"...."

How did she know? She's quick-witted.

As I didn't answer, it was Antiope who was more surprised.

"What does that mean? Facing Pluto-. Why is that suddenly coming up here? Didn't you say Pluto is currently taking care of Hassan's territory instead? Right-?"

"It's not certain. So, I'm going to go see it with my own eyes now. Depending on the situation...."

Depending on the situation-.

The words after that didn't come out of my lips easily. If I declared it, I wouldn't be able to go back anymore. It was because I had such a thought.

I quietly sank into thought and recalled the paths I had walked.

A path of breaking through the long and winding unknown.

The very first goal was to be liberated from slavery.

The second was to become a Gold Tier adventurer.

Those were the signposts that led me here.

After experiencing various things and becoming a god, I had only one goal.

To surpass my father.

Not as Hassan, the Son of Pluto.

But to stand tall with my name alone.

From some point on, that was my only goal. And hasn't the opportunity to clearly achieve that goal come now?

I felt something boiling deep in my gut.

I declare it as if vomiting it out.

"Depending on the situation, I will take down Pluto. Thoroughly."

* * *

The Royal Army and the Liberation Army said they would stay in Olympia for a few more days.

They said they would adjust their future moves under the guidance of the gods of Hypos.

According to Paranoi, war is apparently a more complex and difficult problem in its aftermath and post-war issues than during the actual fighting.

In some aspects, even more intense conflicts will occur.

In the midst of such a busy time, Nike Borzak, the Princess of the Liberation Army, invited me to her tent.

"The next festival is one year from now. At that time, I want to clearly defeat the pushovers of the Royal Capital and widely announce that our Liberation Army's system is superior."

Nike Borzak seemed to want to recruit me.

"I, Nike Borzak, like you, Hassan. I heard you protected us from the volcanic eruption this time?"

The eruption of the Hypos volcano should have been top-secret information known only to those involved. Since she is also in a position representing the head of a faction, it seems she has many ears listening.

Is there a spy among Vulcanus's Dwarves?

"...."

When I didn't answer, Nike Borzak slammed the table-kung. And then she growled as if there was something frustrating.

"While we are having a civil war, how dare those outside Elf bastards try to screw over our Gaia continent. There are many Elves in our faction as well. Thanks to that, I have beheaded many of them."

She seemed more than angry that she had been toyed with.

"While we were turning our attention to the civil war, they tried to smash the entire continent. To think I became a manipulated puppet. I cannot forgive myself."

"Then, are you going to stop the rebellion now?"

"That's not it. Through this rebellion, we were able to identify and pull out the chronic ills rooted inside the kingdom to some extent. We will, for now, continue this confrontation."

The kingdom, where the reign continued for a long time by Byeokryeokje, or more accurately, Gigas Pride. It is said that while it looked peaceful, it was actually on thin ice.

Like a fruit that has ripened too much and is rotting. It was said to be festering from deep inside.

Nike said.

"Hassan, you who saw through all of this and stopped it deserve to be called a hero, no, a savior. Even so, you kept it strictly secret."

"Well, because nothing good comes from chaos."

Even Paranoi, who always talks big about my achievements, said we should bury this matter in secret. If so, it means it's better to bury it.

So I didn't blab about the work at the volcano. Even without that, I gained a lot, including Mjolnir and the Hassanium Gauntlets.

However, at that answer, Princess Nike opened her golden eyes wide as if she was very surprised.

"To bury in secret a deed that could have been written in mythology and taken as a great achievement for generations. Hassan, you are a god without greed."

"Is that so."

"Just saving humanity from the fear of Hell is already an achievement that will be praised for eternity. Even so, you were too humble when we first met. I feel that if it's a god like you, not just the arrogant gods of Hypos, I can trust you."

"Hmph-."

A nasal sound came out of me naturally. The motto of the Liberation Army, including Nike Borzak, is the liberation of humans from beings called gods.

For the head of such an organization to say she can trust me is quite significant.

"Hassan, when you come to the North, look for the name of Borzak. No matter where you are or what you do, or what you become. Our Borzak warriors will not forget your contribution."

"Then, I'll be in your debt when I cross over to Alfheim."

I gulped down the high-proof alcohol in my teacup to get up from my seat. It tasted like industrial alcohol. Is this the drink of the cold North?

As I was putting that into my mouth, Nike added.

"And, by any chance. Can you let me bear your child?"

"Pffft-."

I was so surprised that I spat it all out. Thanks to that, Princess Nike's blonde hair, wearing armor, was covered in a liquid mixed with alcohol.

"Hassan, I heard your Black Brotherhood baptizes by sprinkling water. Is this that?"

"Well, what is it. It's similar. More than that, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing much. I just asked if you could make your child in my womb."

How is that nothing much? I felt like my throat was clogged at the fact that I hadn't misheard. The tipsy feeling completely vanished.

"Does that mean you want to marry me or something?"

"No-. I don't want something like marriage. I just want a child. To give birth to a god's child and raise them as royalty. It would surely be a wonderful thing."

I see.

Does she want to mix god's blood into royalty? Does she want to improve the bloodline?

Thinking about it now, it reminds me of how powerful kings, including Pharaohs, described themselves as sons of gods or gods themselves.

"Then, mate with me, right here."