This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 209
Chapter 209
Translator: Yonnee
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“Reina. Your focus shouldn’t be there.”
“Yes. It should be on yourself.”
“Myself?”
“Yes. It’s not about the dwarves. Are you going to be okay?”
“…Huh?”
“If we proceed, the power you’ve been trying to conceal will be fully exposed.”
“……”
The minister agreed, closing his eyes solemnly.
“My son’s right, Director Chantra. This requires careful consideration.”
Silence enveloped the surroundings. No one dared to breathe too loudly, waiting for a response.
After a moment, the woman who had been quietly looking at her feet finally spoke again.
“But I have to do it, even if I won’t be fine.”
Due to the activation of ‘The Blacksmith’s Tears’, all the lights in the central thoroughfare had gone out, leaving only the moonlight to rely on.
Yet, mysteriously, within that darkness, Reina’s face alone seemed to shine brightly.
Everyone was captivated by this remarkable illusion.
Then, their benevolent saintess slowly parted her lips with a faint smile.
“The secret I’ve been keen on protecting is not worth more than watching someone else’s despair. So, I will help them.”
A deep admiration resonated in everyone’s hearts at the sacrifice conveyed in her clear voice.
“Director Chantra…”
“Reina…”
“Director…”
Ah, who had called this woman ‘a naive saintess’? She was the pride of the Pluntria Empire, having twice defeated the plague, and their pride as well.
* * *
Skipping over the details and the complicated process, the outcome was just this: Wuran and Reina’s plan was a success.
“Long live the Goddess!”
“Long live the Goddess, evermore!”
The dwarves, known for their lack of enthusiasm, now held their flushed cheeks with short, stout arms raised high, repeatedly cheering.
‘Hmm… it seems, in a way, everything has been resolved well…’
After being integrated into the empire and enjoying a peaceful era, the duke had not maintained a proper knightly order.
Thus, a small but determined revolutionary force easily subdued the duke and her close associates.
Furthermore, once Reina rekindled the ‘Beginning of Grace’, their revolution gained a plausible ’cause,’ motivating even the typically apathetic dwarves to act.
‘But if we’re being honest, it wasn’t a perfect success…’
Because of this.
“Director Reina, haha… I don’t know how to say this… but the clan truly believes you are the real ‘Goddess’.”
This absurd situation had arisen.
“What?”
After perfectly coordinating a charade from start to finish, now this felt like a betrayal.
“I clearly stated I am not the Goddess. I simply acted according to the contract.”
“Hoho… That is true, but…”
“Then why are you trying to make me the ‘real’ Goddess now?”
As she pressed the issue without hiding her discomfort, Wuran stroked his beard, avoiding her gaze.
“That’s because… it turns out the Duke had two ‘Blacksmith’s Tears.'”
“…What? Two?”
“We only found out this time.”
A flustered Reina listened in silence as the old man relayed the situation.
“So, there wasn’t a thirty-minute gap for it to reactivate.”
“……”
Oh no. That meant, in the end…
“You overcame ‘Blacksmith’s Tears’ with your power twice-over, Director Reina.”
‘Ha… This is seriously driving me nuts. What now?’
She was just spit-balling when she said something like, ‘Won’t stronger power just win’, but… it actually turned out to be true?
“Does that even make sense?”
It was just something said off the cuff.
“Hoho, I am as astonished as you are. I had no idea your power was to that extent, Director Reina.”
“But the anti-magic field is still active, isn’t it?”
“It’s not that the anti-magic itself has disappeared due to your power, Director Reina. It’s more like you alone have stepped out of the influence of the ‘Blacksmith’s Tears’.”
“……”
With Wuran’s words, gazes filled with admiration poured towards her from all directions.
Feeling uncomfortable with that, the woman let out a loud sigh and turned her face towards the window.
“Ah, wait a minute.”
That reminded her of the message from back then…
[ Alter ego of the great Bharan, will of Utta, breath of Shan, wind of Megaro, and auxiliary of Ryama. You, Chantra, are the hope of mankind. ]
‘…Don’t tell me.’
Had the ‘Breath of Shan’ been just a fancy way of saying she possessed an incredible divine power, wrapped in vague words like will, breath, wind?
As her thoughts reached that point, she began to understand the situation she was in.
It was already widespread that she had an incredible amount of poisonous power, and she was also famous for possessing Utta’s divine power at the level of an advent. Then, also Shan’s…
‘That means the divine power of Shan that I have isn’t just any divine power, it’s powerful enough to overcome that famous anti-magic artifact.’
For reference, the divine power of the Red Thorn’s Third Knight Order, led by Leo, surpassed that of the imperial guard. Perhaps they were jackpot beings, born randomly with great magical talent due to genetic factors?
Their captain, Leo, and the vice-captain, Zatro, had abilities coveted even by the central temple—their divine power was equivalent to archbishops.
Yet, even they were helpless against the ‘Blacksmith’s Tears’.
‘That means my Shan’s divine power isn’t on a mere divine level…’
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