Chapter 132
Clael, who had been attacked by thugs, managed to escape the situation and returned to the staff dormitory.
In his place, the military police arrived after receiving a report and entered the tavern to apprehend the thugs.
"......Unforgivable."
Meanwhile.
In an alley a short distance away from the tavern where they had been, a young girl spoke.
The voice that whispered faintly as if to vanish into the air belonged to a girl who shouldn't have been there.
Silvery-white hair, jade-colored eyes. A beauty far too perfect.
A priest with the greatest power of the age. Saint Reina Laurel stood in the nighttime alley, hiding herself.
"Unforgivable, unforgivable... How could anyone endanger Lord Clael? I absolutely cannot forgive that...!"
Reina had been informed by the Holy Spirits that Clael had received a mysterious summons, and she had slipped out of the Grand Shrine to check on him.
Just in case something dangerous happened, she had been hiding in the alley right next to the tavern, ready to jump out at any moment.
Fortunately, Reina never needed to act.
Thanks to the intervention of Clael, the three bear plushies, and Albert Amlet, the department head who had also moved to help Clael, Clael returned without a scratch.
"I'm glad I got to see the rare sight of Lord Clael fighting with his fists. But... I can't forgive that someone is targeting Lord Clael...!"
If it were allowed, she would have wanted to drop Judgment Lightning on that tavern and turn all the thugs inside to ash.
But the military police were already inside apprehending them, and one of them was technically Clael's brother, so she held herself back.
"Let's calm down... Lord Clael is safe. It's okay. More importantly... we have to find the ones targeting Lord Clael. Every last one of them must be hunted down...!"
"Hey, hey, look at that!"
"There's a woman over here! And she's insanely hot!"
Reina bit her nails and muttered deliriously to herself... when suddenly, a deep male voice echoed through the alley.
They were a completely different group from those who had attacked Clael. Drunken men with flushed faces from alcohol had spotted Reina.
"What luck. Hey, miss. What are you doing in a place like this?"
"It's not a time for a woman to be wandering alone, you know? Oh... or were you waiting for bad guys like us to come talk to you?"
"We know a great place. Come with us! Well, even if you say no, you're not getting away until morning!"
"............"
The drunken men reached out toward Reina.
However... their hands never made it to Reina's shoulder.
"Huh...?"
From the wall... no, from a mysterious hole in the wall, a thick arm extended.
Muscles developed to a violent degree dug into the drunkard's arm, grabbing it tightly and refusing to let go.
"Meow."
Then... a plush cat face emerged from the void of the hole.
Only the face was cute—below the neck was the half-naked, muscular body of a man.
"Hi... HiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
"A-a monster!"
"Run, runnn!"
The drunkards tried to flee in a panic... but the direction they tried to run was blocked by a wall.
"Woof."
"Knock knock."
"Grrr."
More precisely... angels with doll-like faces and chest muscles as thick as a wall stood in their path, blocking the way.
"""WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"""
"First of all... let's gather some information."
Reina murmured.
Then... for the first time, she turned to face the drunkards.
Her expression, as perfect as a divine work of art, wore a gentle smile, but the drunkards felt a terror that made their skin crawl.
"Let's start with you. Anything is fine—just tell me what you know."
Who is targeting Clael?
How many humans are involved?
The size of the organization. The number of people. Their equipment. Their base.
There's a mountain of things she needs to know. She would begin a careful investigation from the smallest clues.
"If you want to pass through the gates of heaven, talk quietly... Hell is cold and dark, you know?"
"""～～～～～～～～!"""
The men let out inarticulate screams.
From that day on, they never again walked the night streets drinking.
What happened to make those men live so seriously, like completely different people... only they themselves know.