"Now why would I do that, Michael?" Freya said with a tilt of her head. "The only thing I gain by doing so is an even bigger enemy than I already have. His father is strict, and I would much rather you not agitate him."
"I won't. I just have so questions," Michael replied. "You refer to yourselves as gods, right? You seem strong."
"We are gods in the eyes of the people, but in reality, we are re Tier 17 existences. If the higher powers wanted to wipe us out, they could. We are like marionettes to them," Freya said, shrugging.
The tension in the air was palpable, but in truth, Michael had no qualms with her.
If anything, he didn't want a fight to happen in the first place—since chances were, they'd destroy this earth in their first clash, and in the second, the entire galaxy.
Better yet, Hers was here—the one responsible for this whole ss in the first place.
With that thought, Michael decided to do what he should have done a few hours ago.
Sending a wave of mana through Hers's body, he was soon jolted awake, squirming inside Michael's arms, dazed.
"You're dead. This is hell. Welco," Michael said in a deep voice, watching as the color drained from Hers's face.
However, before he could play around further, Freya stepped in.
"Hers, I need to take you back to your father this instant. You abandoned your post and—"
"So it wasn't because he was worried," Michael cut her off with a scoff.
"I—I don't want to!" Hers replied with reluctance. "If I go back, he's going to banish my soul again!"
"You're acting like a kid again, Hers," Freya said sternly. "You're nearly an eon old, and yet, here you are, right in front of your enemy."
"Wait." Sothing suddenly clicked in Michael's mind.
He hadn't noticed it before, but from the looks of things, the higher beings seed to rember him.
Pardoth had rembered him, and from the looks of things, so did Freya.
"You rember ."
"We all do, and so should the others," Freya remarked. "When you finally unsealed yourself, the mories of the people who had co to know you underwent a sudden change. The ones responsible for your seals made it so that each and every single person had a different perception of you."
"So you're saying this is temporary?" Michael asked, puzzled.
And Freya rely nodded in response. "Exactly. In a few years, they'll co to rember you. Those who were stronger at the ti of your unsealnt will regain their mories of you first."
"I see..." Michael replied, his emotions in a bit of a stir.
Here he thought everyone had completely forgotten him and that it would stay that way.
After all, he had personally checked out the mories of his father as well as Keralt.
Keralt was a more thorough inspection, as he did not mind scrambling his brain, but in the end, there was nothing.
"By a few years, how many do you an exactly?" Michael decided to ask just in case.
"Ten on the low end," Freya shrugged. "Those who are stronger, maybe five at most. It's hard to estimate, given how long has passed."
"Fair enough." Michael chuckled, a wave of relief washing over him.
If it was just ten years, then he could bear with it.
For a mont, he had thought the range would be in the hundreds, and only then would it beco a problem.
But for now, he'd keep it as it was.
Of course, it didn't hurt to try. "Is there a way to speed it up?"
"No," Freya replied flatly before glancing at the hesitant Hers. "Last chance. Co with , or I'll take you by force."
Michael leaned in and whispered into Hers's ear. If you don't want to go, then don't. But if the alternative is you going by force, then at least take along.
"B-But..." Hers trailed off. "Father is going to punish again..."
"He won't. I'll make sure of it," Michael stated with determination.
If he wanted to hire a universal taxi, then it was best to cozy up to the father first.
Or sothing... Michael rolled his eyes and shot a smile toward Freya.
"We're going."
"He is going. You are not," she said adamantly, but he rely shook his head.
"It's not up for debate, Freya," Michael replied, a smug smile forming on his face. "After all, we don't exactly need you to head back now, do we?"
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As the last of Michael's words fell, Hers's eyes suddenly turned golden, and in the very next mont, the two vanished.
It didn't take long to reappear, but Michael's senses were still slightly bamboozled.
However, as he glanced around a few tis, he spotted a massive mountain in front of him—its peak beyond his perception.
Even more so, where he currently was could already be considered a mountain, as despite his strength, he felt his breath slightly halting.
The gravity had increased instead of decreasing as well, which was odd.
But if Michael's knowledge ant anything, then he could only assu this was Olympus, and on the very top of that mountain was the ho of the Olympian gods.
"Hers?" Michael turned to look around, only to spot Hers crashed out near so kind of bird statue.
"Co on, man, keep it together..." Michael walked up to him with a sigh and swiftly jolted him awake again.
"Huh!? Oh... it's you." Hers let out a relieved sigh before taking in the surroundings.
But of course, the shivering was clear to see.
"Don't be scared. While I understand Zeus is a tyrant and a playboy, I believe we can co to a mutual understanding," Michael assured before picking Hers up by the collar.
And before he could even protest, Michael spread out his wings and suddenly shot off the ground.
He scaled the massive mountain in nearly an instant until finally, he arrived at the very top.
Just as he predicted, there was an entire kingdom in front of him.
But following that were also a lot of angry civilians—as well as the gods themselves.
—Intruder!
—Stop screaming! Just shoot the damn bolt already!
Michael rely twisted his body to the side, dodging an incoming ballista arrow as he proceeded to slowly glide downward.
The reception was obviously not great, but if anything, with Hers by his side, he should have so degree of safety.
Or so he thought, but even as they noticed Hers—who was being held by the collar—they didn't stop firing their magic ballistas.
If anything, the rate at which they were firing increased, making Michael raise a brow.
It seems like his relationship with the people wasn't the best... but why? Michael pondered.
Hers, in mythology, was quite the honored lad—especially since he could travel between heaven and hell freely.
However, that sa Hers now had trash thrown at him.
But just as those thoughts fell, Michael ca to an understanding.
Freya did ntion Hers being nearly an eon old, and from what he recalled, the actual Hers was supposed to be many tis older.
If anything, the current Hers looked like a scrawny kid, reminding Michael of how he looked when he first entered the academy.
Nonetheless, Michael pushed past the rude civilians until eventually, he arrived before a pair of extrely strong individuals.
"Stop right there, please." A feminine voice rang out—it was a blue-haired girl.
Or since they were all gods, a woman.
"Yes, ma'am," Michael teased, which seed to make her brows furrow.
"Don't call that," she stated before turning to Hers. "You're late, and you're in big trouble."
"He isn't," Michael cut her off. "If you are talking about the Garden of Souls, I was the one who broke in. If anything, place the bla on ."
The mont he said those words, the two gods in front of him imdiately activated their mana, trying to trap Michael.
But instead of giving in, Michael flicked his hand at an imnsely fast speed, causing the space to tear open—and each of their attacks to vanish into nothingness.
"Artemis, right?" Michael asked the blue-haired girl, earning a wary nod in response.
Michael turned toward the other god. "And Dionysus, I assu?"
With a single nod, his assumptions were deed correct.
"I don't want to fight you here and now. Instead, take to Zeus. I want to have a little chat," Michael said with a warm smile.
"You're bold, I'll give you that," Artemis comnted with narrowed eyes before letting out an exhausted sigh. "Co. I'll lead you there. But don't expect to survive after you arrive. He is the strongest in Olympus for a reason."
"Oh, is he now?" Michael rolled his eyes. "I can feel his mana from all the way here, and I can tell he's dying."
The mont those words fell, the gods—as well as Hers—all froze.
"Oh? Was it supposed to be hidden?" Michael grinned.
God, does it feel good to have leverage.
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