This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 202
Chapter 202
Translator: Yonnee
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She had always concealed it until now. The most she had done was during training sessions.
‘I’m unsure about how much power to release.’
However, since a little more effort seemed needed to revive the ember, she decided to incrementally increase the intensity.
After about fifteen attempts of pouring out Shan’s blessing, the central furnace’s ember blazed back to life.
“It worked! Wuran, it finally worked!”
Elated, Reina, as if solving her own problem, detached her hand from the magic stone entry and jumped for joy.
“We don’t have to stop the central furnace now!”
Turning around to high-five Wuran in celebration, she intended to do just that.
But her hand froze mid-air as the celebration she sought was interrupted by an unexpected declaration.
“On behalf of everyone here, I, Tusa Makan, extend our greetings to you—Reina Chantra, emissary of Kalash, the God of fire and alcohol.”
Amidst the incomprehensible proclamation, the surrounding warriors and blacksmiths from the Tusha family—boom!—knelt down and shouted in unison.
“All members of the Tusa family, greet Reina Chantra, emissary of Kalash! It is an honor to meet you, Goddess!”
‘Goddess… what?’
The thunderous exclamation left her bewildered, and she glanced at Leo, who was already covering his eyes with a hand, head bowed in resignation.
“Saintess, no, Goddess. The dwarves of the Tusa family and beyond have long awaited your arrival.”
“Goddess! You are the lighthouse guiding us to the true path of blacksmithing.”
The blacksmiths of the Tusa family continued their rapid-fire praises and adorations.
Yet, amidst the overwhelming situation and the sweat beading on her forehead, only one concern dominated her thoughts.
Fiddling with the pendant at her waist, she sighed deeply, pondering the impending scolding from Ethan.
‘I’m really in for it this time.’
This was truly an unintended situation.
As worries and anxieties mounted, Reina steeled herself and turned towards Wuran.
‘Alright, let’s try to wiggle out of this.’
It seemed they hailed her as ‘goddess’ for saving them in a dire moment, so she decided to staunchly deny any such claims.
With that resolution, Reina asked in a tone that was unmistakably awkward.
“Goddess? Me? Umm, that can’t be right…”
While her acting had been flawless within the palace, facing a real crisis only resulted in a performance close to poor acting.
“I merely used a very, very, very minor and insignificant fire magic, really just a tiny bit, you know? Hahaha…”
But she insisted nonetheless, thinking it was her only way out.
‘Otherwise, I really won’t be able to face Ethan…’
Not just facing him, at this rate, she might actually end up locked in the Palace of the Thirteenth Moon.
“I am not a Goddess, everyone. Ohoho, it seems there has been a huge misunderstanding… O…Ohoho. Well, then! I’ll be leaving now.”
“Oh no! To say it’s insignificant. How could that be, Goddess!”
Wuran knelt and grabbed the hem of the woman’s robe as she turned to leave, causing a flustered Reina to stammer.
“Well, um… For starters, please don’t call me a Goddess.”
“If we don’t call you Goddess, then what should we call you!”
“And lower your voice, please… And really, I’m not a Goddess, honestly.”
“How could that be?”
Wuran and the other Tusa family blacksmiths paid no mind to her words. Instead, they looked convinced that she truly was a ‘Goddess’.
“Yes! You must be Kalash’s consort and the dwarves’ savior, Goddess!”
“Kalash’s consort…”
Wow… What kind of grand story is this?
A sense of foreboding that a significant secret was lurking overwhelmed her.
Thus, she quickly retreated, planning to escape with the knight commander, adamantly denying any such claims to uphold her promise to Ethan.
But when has the world ever been easy on Reina?
“Just when I was about to leave—”
A most ominous remark pierced the woman’s ears as she turned to leave.
“In truth, we recognized the Goddess long ago and have prepared everything in readiness.”
Slowly turning back, she was met with a statement that gripped her by the neck.
“The preparations for the revolution are complete. We only need your signal.”
Wait, hold on.
“Re…Revolution…?”
And what’s all this about everything being ready, and just moving?
“What does that mean?”
As she asked, furrowing her brows in confusion, Wuran quickly offered an explanation.
“We were well aware of the Goddess’s renown. And we were convinced that ‘the Saintess of Pluntria’ from the tales was indeed the Goddess, Kalash’s consort and the dwarves’ savior.”
“A-And so?”
The woman, with a nervous gaze, cautiously inquired about what was to follow. The old man beamed with an energy that belied his age.
“So, we prepared a revolution with like-minded lords! The central furnace here was the signal!!”
“……”
“The furnace itself requires immense fire power, and it serves as the very signal we needed. The flare has been launched, hahaha!”
“……”
“The dwarf comrades who acted upon the signal are currently seizing the ‘Nar’ where the Duke resides. Goddess, you just need to go there!”
“……”
At a loss for words, Reina gazed into the distance, conjuring the image of a handsome face in her mind.
‘I’m sorry, Ethan… You were right….’
She always seemed to walk into a fire pit of her own volition…
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