Chapter 24 (1/2)

“Where are you going?!”

Ahh. Why is he here? Instinctively, I turned around and tried to run away, but he grabbed my arm. It hurt so much that I could scream.

“Argh! It hurts.”

“Does this hurt? Why are you freaking out?”

Ugh, it really hurts, so just let me go! Even if I crumpled my brow, he just grabbed his wrist tighter, telling me not to exaggerate. It will really bruise.

“More than that, you say you’re a healer? If you treat me, I will cut you some slack.”

“Why would I?”

“The bastard who’s crazy about a girl like you made me like this, so you have to take responsibility! Can’t you see my face?!”

Ah Okay. Alright, so take that grenade away. I rubbed my throbbing wrist and looked closely at Laytan’s face. The lips are also scratched, the blue bruised eyes, and the torn forehead.

You can’t see it there, but seeing that the scent of blood oozes out all the way, his face looked like it was still beaten to pulp. Even though it’s only been a day since he was hit, considering that he’s a demigod and has excellent recovery…

“Oh, that’s him over there… Go talk to him.”

Trying to tell him that I was okay, I failed to manage my expression and glanced back with a tired expression, and Laytan twitched his bright yellow eyebrows.

“Huh, who caused that bastard to go crazy yesterday, are you going to back out now?”

“It’s your fault too! And now it has nothing to do with me.”

“…… Are you sure?”

Yes? As Laytan looked back at me with a sick expression, my spine trembled and I looked back to see three familiar faces.

“Oh my gosh!”

“Lian! Where are you going by yourself! / Isn’t that Laytan? Why are you with such an idiot…?/…… It’s getting more and more exciting.”

What’s so exciting? Asura was approaching, all three of them with different expressions, and.

“………… ”

Abel. He was striding towards this side with an unusually cold expression. The blazing eyes are staring straight at me.

Oh, you avoided my gaze before, so why come now? Why now? I tried to be confident because I didn’t do anything wrong, but the fear of the active volcano-like reaper that was getting closer and closer, that was about to erupt, and a sense of shame, gave me a determination I couldn’t normally imagine.

“Go, go! Run!”

I used it as a means of escape by pulling the Demigod, a wrecker character, who was standing there holding my wrist. Laytan, who suddenly became a shield from the victim, asked in a bewildered way.

“What?”

“I’ll treat you, so let’s go! Ack, quick!”

“Why does this bitch start ordering me?”

Laytan got annoyed but I said that I would heal him, so he sat me up behind him and stomped on the motorcycle.

Vrooomm! Abel’s expression could not be seen properly because sparks flew and bounced every time the wheels rolled. However, I only remembered the woman holding her belly and smiling and Asura shouting something.

*

Laytan, who was running terribly, stopped his motorcycle only when he reached a corner in an unfamiliar area I had never been to. It was a riverside overlooking the black waterfront.

“Hey, make sure you heal me. Or die.”

Laytan, supporting his creaking motorcycle, turned his wrists, came over and slumped down in front of me. When I took off the red jacket, it was expected in another place. Seeing that there were a lot of thin cuts evident of Abel’s scythe.

Yesterday, I found out that Abel was fine with almost no place needed to heal, but maybe Abel’s power is stronger? I kept thinking of Abel’s expressionless face, but I immediately shook my head and focused on healing.

Arms, shoulders, cheeks, forehead. When touched, the red thread is absorbed and the stinging pain is absorbed as it is. Oh, it stings. I frowned as I endured the pain. It was a long healing time, even though it looks like a simple cut, but it is a tremendous pain that holds up to the intense heat.

“What. Does it heal when you touch them?”

How did he stand this? Is it also because he’s a demigod? I was enduring the pain as I didn’t have the pain reliever I brought, but Laytan was looking back at me with constant admiration.

“I don’t think you’re a god because you smell like a human being, are you a real saint as rumored?”

“That’s not me.”

“You’re pretty, …… I guess it’s not good as I think?”

“Because it’s not me!”

“Where did this cheeky yelling come from? Argh!”

Aackk. When he did, I flinched to open the Aegis, but surprisingly, Laytan just raised his clenched hands and didn’t seem to really want to attack. Maybe he was beaten up by Abel yesterday, or maybe it’s because I made him feel better because I healed him.

He’s acting like a high school kid with a dirty personality. The throbbing pain made me mumble, but Laytan smirked with satisfaction.

“Anyway, you’re useful. You’re pretty good. I will be using it often in the future.”

“Whoever wants…… Oh.”

A good idea suddenly came to mind. I am satisfied with my normal face, and I smile brightly as I reflect on my clean face in the river. As you can see, Laytan is hot-tempered and has a dirty personality.

He is the main culprit in fueling the feud with Luce and Apocalypse, which could have been resolved by dialogue, perhaps because it was purely out of defiance against his father. So, if I can control that fire. Well, perhaps.

“Laytan. Yes. Do you get hurt often? Of course, since you are the son of a god, you recover quickly, but if you were injured as much as yesterday, you will need treatment.”

“Can’t you tell? That’s why I found you.”

“Yes! That’s right. Do you need me? So let’s do this. When you need my help, I’ll take care of you. At no cost! Instead, please cooperate with me if necessary.”

Of course, that cooperation is to just stop when told to stop, but there is no practical request for cooperation or anything from Laytan. If I can just control that temperamental head, I’ll feel good about it. I secretly looked into Laytan’s eyes, and the blazing golden eyes looked like sparks.

“A cheeky human bastard dare to make a deal like this with me? This……!”

“If you keep saying discriminatory comments, you won’t get treatment again?!”

Laytan, who raised his squeaky hand for the second time, flinched at my shouting words.

“You know what? I can heal with just one touch, but I can put the wound back on. That’s why Abel can’t move on to me either.”

Of course it’s fake. If you had listened to my rumors a little, you would know that it was a lie, but there was Laytan, who was simple and uninterested in other people’s affairs. Done. As expected, he visibly flinched as he stepped back and I smiled with confidence.

“Do you want to get your wounds back? There are no priests in the temple who don’t hate you and heal you. I know everything.”

“This, this, the cheeky ……!”

“Human?”

“……… ”

When I hit my right in the nail, he growled, revealing his sharp fangs, then shut his mouth straight and wriggled his yellow eyebrows. It was like a gagged lion, holding back my laughter, I reached out my hand.

“Then it’s a promise. You’re going to cooperate. Huh?”

“……… ”

“Huh? Yes? Huh?”

“Ah shut up!”