True Magician

Chapter 134

Orario.

After ten minutes of shaking Ouranos, I had learned little about Zelretch. All I could figure out was that he supported Ouranos's views on the separation of gods and mankind, but nothing more. Now, while Ouranos was fixing his wrinkled clothes and not angry with me for my actions, I looked around the city and frowned at the fact that most of the weapons were still in the ground.

This didn't surprise me, as most people were inert by nature and afraid to risk their lives for a not so high chance of success. On the other hand, about one tenth did take up arms and join the defense of the city. These were adventurers of the first or second level, as well as those who saw no other choice but to defend themselves and their loved ones.

The main force on the surface was, of course, the Familias of the Gods. At the same time, the gods were in no hurry to use their Arcanum, though they could have. My guess would be fear of accidentally hurting their own, and so they left everything to their children.

About a minute ago, the Dungeon had already stopped sending new monsters, apparently Tia was able to negotiate with it. However, the ones that managed to get to the surface are still carrying on their aggressive actions. And looking at all this, I thought for a moment, and then amplified my voice so that the whole city could hear it.

I suppose I should channel them a bit. What words were used in the anime there?

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Bell's short sword was cutting another monster in half. Sweat soaked his clothes and hair, his movements were rapidly becoming more jerky and slow, but he continued to fight to protect his goddess and the people around him.

Bell had always dreamed of being the hero his grandfather in the remote village had told him about. He wasn't his own relative, but it was this old man who raised him and gave him the dream that Bell strived for with all his heart. To fight monsters, to become stronger, to save people and, most importantly, the ladies, from whom he would gather his own harem, sincerely loving him.

After such a short time, fighting what seemed to him to be an endless stream of opponents throwing themselves at everything they saw, Bell couldn't help but feel a certain hopelessness. No matter how many monsters he killed, twice as many, or even three or four, always appeared in their place.

Clutching the goddess's blade tightly in his hand, Bell gritted his teeth and, after a brief moment of respite, leaned against the cold wall to catch his breath. Hestia, who was hiding nearby, immediately ran up to him and gave him a very concerned look. He could see her tear-stained eyes, but he smiled, trying to reassure her that everything was all right.

- "Bell... I'm sorry I'm so useless..." Hestia started and hugged him despite his sweat soaked and blood soaked clothes from small wounds, "Come on... let's hide somewhere... I don't want you to suffer even more than you are now..."

- "No, goddess. You are not useless. You took me into your Familia, gave me a home and this sword so that I could achieve my dreams," Bell said and put his hand on her head, which made Hestia hug him even tighter.

There were sounds of battle and pleas for help all around, but now Bell felt his strength returning to him little by little, thanks to her. He wanted to keep fighting, but he couldn't push his goddess away, for she needed him. And so did he need her.

Warmth spread in his heart, seeing how the goddess herself, so fragile and petite in appearance, needed him. How tightly she held him and treasured him. And Bell couldn't let her down. He just couldn't. And so he would do anything not to undermine her faith and hopes.

Bell shifted his gaze to the streets of the slowly crumbling city, and he caught sight of the various weapons stuck in the ground that had appeared some time ago. He didn't understand why they were here, but he assumed they could be used.