chapter 124

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After a while, Rita spoke to me with red eyes

“Miss Ariel. What can I do? For my mother.”

I succeeded in winning her empathy and cooperation.

I looked at Rita and opened my mouth.

“I need something to prove you’re Bellatrix’s daughter.”

Even if Draive summoned her again with necromancy, there was a high probability that Bellatrix wouldn’t recognize her, who was already a resident of Salerium.

I’ve heard that if souls have a specific color, all the dead in Salerium are grey.

“I… I have nothing like that.”

Rita lowered her head with a look of despair in her eyes.

She was handed over to Raid as an unborn soul and killed, there was no way she had anything of her.

I thought of the second plan.

“Then would you mind giving me some belongings you use often?”

Then Rita took off a clunky necklace she was wearing and handed it to me.

I clutched at it.

***

I opened my eyes. There was a bitter taste in my mouth. Like something fishy… Probably the taste of lithium holy stone.

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, sees you and breathes a sigh of relief.]

[The God of Art, Mond, looks at you for any injury.]

[The God of Love, Odyssey, sweeps his heart.]

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, whimpers and tries to rub his body against your leg.]

[The God of Benevolence, Oman, frowns and searches for his shoes.]

[The God of Death, Kairos, checks his name inscribed on his chair.]

[The God of Justice, Hetuse, hides his reddened eyes.]

I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to focus my blurry vision.

“Don’t overdo it.”

Soon, a low, soft sound came to my ears. I could see that Cass was by my side.

“I… It’s very cold.”

Chills broke out all over my body, perhaps because I had come back to life. Even when I was covered by the blanket, my lips trembled.

[The God of Benevolence, Oman, urges Cass to get into your bed.]

[The God of Love, Odyssey, agrees with Oman.]

His warm hand held my hand. And through his hand, a thick divine power came into my body.

Warm energy began to spread gradually from my hands to my body.

[The God of Justice, Hetuse, feels a little sorry.]

[The God of Benevolence, Oman, is disappointed.]

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