As expected, it was a liquid magic tool.

“What on earth were you trying to do to me? Have you really gone mad?”

Ollentia, with determination, distanced herself as much as possible from Ankedo. This place was Ankedo’s secret lair, and she hadn’t escaped yet, so it was dangerous.

Her top had torn quite a bit, exposing some of her chest. Ollentia pulled up her top with one hand and asked silently in her heart to Pietta.

“Pietta, can you hear me? Please save me.”

At this moment, she had no one else to rely on but her god. Even though she wasn’t a devout believer, every time she confirmed the existence of her god, it felt amazing.

Pietta responded to Ollentia’s desperate plea.

“What? What strength? You mean divine power?”

The moment Pietta’s bracelet had shone recently and she had heard his voice, she had seen a vision of a white sphere infused with divine power.

At that time, Pietta had told her to try and extract her divine power, turning it into a white sphere.

“No, I’ve never tried using divine power before!”

“Do it now. You’re in a dangerous situation.”

“Are you not going to save me, Pietta?”

The easiest thing for her was to rely on the power of her god and wait for him to do something. However, Pietta remained silent in response to her words. His voice no longer reached her. It seemed like her god had ignored her and left.

Ollentia had unknowingly picked up a sword and was looking uneasily at Ankedo.

Ankedo, with his chest puffed out, exclaimed, “Can’t you hear me? Do you find this situation funny?”

In truth, she couldn’t hear Ankedo’s voice. This was her first time having such a long conversation with a god, so it was only natural.

Ollentia looked around for a place to escape and said, “Why should I listen to you?”

While Pietta had suggested creating a white sphere with divine power, using divine power for an attack was not as easy as it sounded. Even among those who had handled divine power for a long time, only those born with the talent could wield it effectively.

“That’s probably not me…”

Ollentia was feeling unsure and trying to come up with an escape plan when Ankedo, swinging his sword, approached her.

“It’s all unnecessary. Just die!”

The blade of his sword was very sharp. It shimmered as if reflecting light in a mirror, and a single thrust would undoubtedly leave a severe wound, if not kill her.

The moment his sword rose toward Ollentia’s neck, the door suddenly swung open, and a man dressed in a black suit entered. He wore a white Bauta mask and exuded a terrifying aura.

Even Ollentia, who possessed divine power, clutched her chest and leaned against the wall.

“Ugh!”

Naturally, Ankedo trembled, and the sword fell to the ground, making a pitiful sound.

“W-Who are you?”

Despite that, Demidius still held Ankedo’s throat with one hand. Ankedo struggled, making painful sounds as his feet dangled above the ground.

“Why did you dare to touch a lady?”

Demidius’s red eyes were filled with hatred. It seemed like anger was seeping through the mask.

Demidius, using the power of a demon, was incredibly eerie and frightening. His strong presence could be felt, and Ollentia even thought he sounded like he was screaming.

Ollentia sat down on the floor and managed to say with difficulty, “Y-Your Highness, that’s enough. I’m fine now. You arrived just in time!”

“Oh, no. You really saved me when I was in extreme danger. I almost want to ask how you got here.”
Demidius immediately removed his black jacket and draped it over Ollentia. Ollentia had been gripping her chest so tightly that the back of her hand had blue veins popping out.

After putting on his jacket, Ollentia let out a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that she could cover her chest.

“Ha… If it weren’t for Your Highness, I would have been in big trouble. I…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Demidius became angry.

“Why on earth did you come to such a dangerous place alone? Do you want to die?”

Ollentia had no words to say, so she sealed her lips. She had been too careless in thinking everything would be fine. There were issues with her marriage, but the burden of resolving them herself, even with the prophetic dream, was heavy.

However, she saw no reason to listen to Demidius’ scolding.

Ollentia, with sharp eyes, spoke to him unconsciously.

“I have my own reasons too. Complicated reasons. So, Your Highness, I don’t think you have any reason to scold me.”

Whether he heard her sharp words or not, Demidius gently embraced the sulking Ollentia. Ollentia, held snugly in his broad chest, struggled.

“I can walk on my own! You know?”

“Please stay still. I’ll be anxious if you’re not in my arms.”

“Anxious? What are you talking about?”

Ollentia, with a dazed expression, thought for a moment and then noticed the door to the adjacent room. She spoke urgently.

“Wait a moment! Ancedo said that the money he embezzled from the Odor Church is hidden here.”