Chapter 18. The Village Girl Retreats

I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 18. The Village Girl Retreats

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"According to the information... by the way, how long are you going to keep mumbling?"

Cyd sighed, reaching out to pat Jeanne on the head as she mumbled things like, "It's not my fault I need sleep," and "Ah, I'm not complaining, Laeticia."

"Oh! Um... what were you saying?" Jeanne turned her head, feeling a bit guilty.

"You should just go back to sleep," Cyd said seriously.

"I'm already well-rested!" Jeanne protested, waving her fist.

"But we gather information during the day and act at night. If you suddenly fall asleep, it will be very troublesome for me," Cyd shrugged.

"I won't!" Jeanne's face turned red.

"By the way... what are you doing?" Cyd's eyebrow twitched as he grabbed Mordred's head, who had been trying to step on his shadow.

"It hurts! I was just curious if Medusa is really in your shadow!" Mordred whimpered, holding her head.

Cyd's strength was no joke, and Mordred felt as if her skull was about to be crushed.

"Sorry, she's just a child!" Sisigou hurriedly stepped forward to push Mordred's head down.

"Who's a child!" Mordred kicked Sisigou in the knee.

"I..." Sisigou's face turned pale as he slowly bent down, clutching his knee.

This pain was beyond just getting an arrow to the knee.

"Hmph," Mordred snorted at Sisigou's miserable state, not intending to help her master at all.

"You should already know that all the magicians around here are dead, right?" Cyd patted Sisigou's shoulder.

"Well, the support people are all gone," Sisigou rubbed his knee as he stood up, involuntarily glancing at Cyd's shadow.

Seeing Medusa naturally slip into Cyd's shadow made him realize the significance of the large shadow on that ancient stone tablet.

A monster from the Age of Gods was lurking beside this Hero of Pure White. Now, he felt like Cyd's shadow was watching him.

"My master says to stop looking," Atalanta said coldly, dressed in a hoodie and jeans.

Sisigou's mouth twitched. She really was looking!

"So, what should we do now?" Sisigou awkwardly changed the topic.

"Follow the Lord's guidance..."

Before Jeanne could finish her sentence, Cyd covered her mouth.

"Just wander around."

"What! At least check the bodies of those magicians!" Sisigou was surprised. He thought Cyd wanted to finish things quickly when he hurried here early in the morning.

"What's there to see," Cyd pointed to a censored photo in the newspaper, "They're definitely all cut to pieces."

"So how do we find this assassin?" Sisigou scratched his head.

"That's what you're here for," Cyd patted Sisigou's shoulder, "This assassin keeps hunting magicians for some unavoidable reason, probably because of a lack of mana. But now there are no magicians left in this city. At this point, a magician with considerable mana suddenly appears..."

"I'll be attacked naturally," Sisigou's mouth twitched. So he was called to be bait!

"Don't worry, master. I'll cut down this assassin with a few swings," Mordred confidently patted Sisigou's back.

"That's reassuring," Sisigou smiled wryly, "So instead of looking for the missing assassin, we should relax, right?"

"Actually, with the Lord's guidance, we can locate the Black Assassin," Jeanne suggested seriously.

"We can locate the assassin using the Ruler's authority, or at least my compass," Cyd flicked Jeanne's forehead, "Be more realistic."

"Why say that! The Lord is so great..." Jeanne or Laeticia couldn't help but complain. After all, their faith was being belittled.

"The gods are great," Cyd shrugged, "They bring bountiful harvests, ensure safe returns for fishermen, and bless families with smooth sailing."

"Don't forget, the Olympic gods you believe in bring more disasters than blessings," Jeanne squinted, "Their wantonness is outrageous."

"At least they truly exist, whereas you've never even seen your Lord," Cyd shrugged, "You probably wouldn't understand Him if you did."

"Impossible! I can hear the Lord's voice clearly!" Jeanne stood on her toes, unwilling to be looked down upon by Cyd.

"What did He say?" Cyd pressed Jeanne's head down.

"Eh?" Jeanne was stunned and started stammering.

"Study hard and make progress every day," Cyd rubbed Jeanne's head.

"I... I can't read..." Jeanne muttered after a long pause.

"Don't you have knowledge bestowed by the Holy Grail?"

"..."

After a while, "Jeanne" awkwardly touched her face, "Sorry, Jeanne doesn't want to talk to you right now."

She's been driven into seclusion...

"Oh, so you're Jeanne's host?" Cyd stroked his chin.

"Yes, I'm Laeticia, pleased to meet you," Laeticia bowed respectfully. After all, she was standing before a legendary Greek hero.

"Not bad, you don't have that stubborn village girl vibe," Cyd patted Laeticia's shoulder, "Being dragged into such a dangerous situation must be confusing, but don't worry. Just nod, and I'll kick Jeanne out of your body right away."

"No, I'm here willingly," Laeticia smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Also, Jeanne says please don't joke about such scary things."

"Ahem, so... how exactly are we supposed to wander?" Sisigou coughed lightly.

Laeticia instinctively hid behind Cyd when she saw Sisigou.

Sisigou: ...

Mordred pointed at Sisigou with one hand and held her stomach with the other, laughing gleefully.

"Sorry, I know you're not a bad person," Laeticia peeked out, full of apologies, "It's just... sorry!"

"Well, it's not the first time," Sisigou sighed, glancing at the laughing Mordred. Although he wanted to slap her on the head, the place where Mordred had bitten him still ached. It's better not to provoke her.

"Anyway, to prove how careless you are, please wander around without any defenses," Cyd shrugged, "Laeticia and I will follow you."

"What about me?" Mordred pointed at herself.

"Go play," Cyd took Sisigou's wallet and tossed it to Mordred.

"I..." Mordred looked conflicted.

"Go ahead, an assassin won't attack in broad daylight. If it does, the two Rulers will stop it," Sisigou pretended to be relaxed, "I'll use a Command Spell to call you if anything happens."

"Okay... make sure to call me!" Mordred clutched the wallet.

"Atalanta, can you check for any traces of the assassin's movements around?" Cyd looked at Atalanta.

"Mm," Atalanta nodded.

"One more thing," Cyd placed his hand on Atalanta's shoulder, his serious gaze making Atalanta serious too, "Can I touch your ears?"

"I'll bite you!"

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