The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me Chapter 76

"Ugh..."

As the black smoke cleared and my vishion returned to normal, everything was filled with a translucent green light.

"Are you okay? Aren't you being too careless, no matter how strong you are?"

The aftermath of the magic launched by the cult mber whipped up a strong wind in the narrow alley, causing the beautiful golden hair to flutter.

"Marika...!"

I murmured her na with a hopeful voice, and she responded with an even brighter smile, as if happy.

"As a princess, I must embody the virtues befitting my status; I can block an attack of this level."

It seed she had used so kind of defensive magic, as an opaque wall emitting a soft green light enveloped us, keeping us safe from the recent attack.

"Thank you, we avoided a major accident because of you."

After a proper word of thanks, she nodded with a sense of accomplishnt and, gaining confidence from her recent action, she linked her attack with a lively voice.

"I am a warrior blessed by the goddess, let demonstrate the power to annihilate the enemies that stand before , bestow upon the destruction for my foe!"

Then, as if she had learned from the goddess Abne herself, she chanted a spell and summoned a dreamlike sphere.

"Verflon Star!"

Upon completing the incantation, the sphere was hurled towards the cult mbers.

"Lady Ruse Ria, please protect us... Dark Barrier!"

However, they did not simply succumb; they too attempted to block her attack with a shield.

Boom! Boom!

A series of exploshions created a cacophony that echoed through the alley, and with this level of noise, soone might co to investigate.

If that happened, victory would surely be ours.

But was there a reason to prolong the lee to that extent?

"Ugh...!!"

Seeing Aris still in agony, I could not delay any longer.

The fight must end now.

I focused particularly on the culprit who had caused Aris's condition, looking intently at what he held in his hand.

Certainly, when he clenched sothing, it triggered Aris's seizure.

What was he holding now? Concentrating my focus to see the object in his hand...

"A pendant...?"

He was holding a pendant with a silver hue.

Whether it had a self-illumination feature or if the pendant concealed so mystical truth, it seed alive, twinkling and reacting to the shock.

It felt sowhat familiar, not entirely unknown to , although I couldn't fully recall the design.

"First of all, I have to sohow get that out of the enemy's grasp, right?"

While nodding to myself with a vague idea of a solution, I quickly formulated a plan.

Fortunately, it seed there were no silent spellcasters among the enemies, so then...

Swoosh!

Even if it wasn't the sa tactic I had used before, I simply scattered sand in front of to obscure the enemies' vishion.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have to chant to use such a utility spell, providing a chance to respond before it took effect, making it nearly useless... but I was different.

Using the advantage of silent casting for a surprise attack, I quickly blinded the enemies, leaving them defenseless.

"You can't see anything, can you?"

"Just shoot forward since it's an alley, right?!"

Although we could not see them, their voices made it seem as if they had let their guard down completely.

Now's the ti...

I kicked off the ground and leaped quickly. Even if I wasn't certain of my strength, I was confident in my speed, so I charged through the sand mist towards them.

"Ugh?!"

Surprised by my sudden burst of speed, a cult mber looked at with a bewildered expresshion.

Honestly, I could have used my silent casting to launch a one-sided preemptive attack and incapacitate them, but...

It seed crucial to handle the pendant in the heretic's hand with care.

My spells were designed for combat against multiple opponents and were generally lethal, so I refrained from using them to avoid damaging the pendant in his grasp.

Regardless of what that object was and why they had it, I could intuitively sense that it was a fatal weakness for Aris.

If we talk about the nature of a weakness, the mont it is exploited, the pain transmitted to that part is imnsely greater.

Aris's current state was as if she was suffering from the most painful groans as if hit on her weak spot, and she looked as though she might lose consciousness and collapse any mont from the agony. So, I must act with utmost care to ensure that the pendant does not get damaged.

If it breaks, it would an the weakness breaks, and for a life, a broken weakness could be interpreted as death, so it must be handled even more carefully.

Thump!

"Cough?!"

As before, I target the typical human weakness, the solar plexus, and the cult mber holding Aris's weakness is forced to cough out all the air in his lungs, his body visibly losing strength.

Clang!

As soon as the pendant falls to the ground, a clear sound echoes, and at the sa ti...

"Huh...? I'm okay now...?"

Aris's face relaxes in an instant, and she stops writhing in pain.

It must have indeed been Aris's weakness...

"This guy!"

The last remaining mber glares at with eyes full of rage, raising his hand as if to do sothing, but with the pendant secured, the fight was already over.

"Flas, arise... ugh?!"

I knock down the cult mber who had lost consciousness from the blow and bind the heretic with chains that sprung from the ground, which only clink as he struggles.

"Release this!"

The last of his colleagues, now burdened with the incapacitated, is knocked unconscious with magic, and with all the heretics subdued, the situation is concluded.

"Harold!"

The girls must have realized the fight was over, as they call my na and approach.

"I'm glad there was no major damage, but more importantly, how are you feeling, Aris?"

I express my concern for her condition, and to alleviate my anxiety, she strikes a muscle-flexing pose and nods.

"I think I'm okay now, thanks to you! But I'm sorry for having another seizure... I beca a burden at a critical mont."

However, her bright smile soon turns to a look of guilt, and she hangs her head low.

Honestly, there was a mont of carelessness, but thanks to Marika's prompt action, we were able to overco the crisis without trouble.

"There's no need to bla yourself, Marika's quick thinking saved us."

I praise her for her actions.

"Thanks, Marika, we managed to end this without injury because of you."

"What.. what?!"

She seems a little flustered by the complint, then shows a shy reaction, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"It's nothing! It's just the virtue I should have as a princess!"

Despite her modesty, the pleasure of being praised was noticeable as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm really relieved... that it ended without an accident."

Aris smiles faintly, relieved at the sight, but there's still a tinge of apology in her voice for the danger her condition almost caused.

"If it weren't for this mysterious illness that appeared out of nowhere, I could have been of help..."

It seed neither Aris nor Marika had noticed the true nature of the issue.

"No, it's not a problem like an illness."

I change the mood slightly and speak seriously while searching the ground. The girls look at with curious eyes.

"I've found it..."

I lift the pendant that the cult mber had been holding, the familiar-designed object, and show it to them.

This pendant is actually...

"That's..."

"What is it?"

Marika shows complete unfamiliarity, but Aris, realizing sothing is amiss, furrows her brows.

"Harold, that is...!"

Sohow familiar to my eyes... I had just realized what this pendant resembled.

"When they grasped this pendant, Aris suddenly had a seizure, aning this pendant is Aris's weakness. But it's not just that."

With that, Aris, who had sensed sothing, takes out another pendant that had been hidden by her clothing around her neck and shows it to Marika and .

"This looks exactly like the pendant Harold gave last week as a gift...!"

It perfectly matched the pendant I had given Aris as a gift when we spent ti together last weekend.

"Yes, Marika hasn't seen it before, but last week I gave this pendant to Aris as a gift, and now it appears the cult mbers had a copy of this pendant as Aris's weakness."

Marika may not have fully understood, but sensing there was so extraordinary truth, her gaze turned serious. "What a coincidence..."

Aris mutters to us as if whispering, deeply imrsed in thought.

"When I first saw this pendant at the market, I was particularly drawn to it... Could there be a connection...?"

I recall now that back then, Aris seed almost enchanted, wanting to possess it...

"We don't know why the heretics had it, but there must be a reason why the pendant could be Aris's weakness."

Honestly, no matter how plausible my conjecture is, it’s daunting to predict the real problem since I can't anticipate the truth at all.

Why did this cause Aris pain... Is there a reason unique to Aris alone?

A reason unique to Aris...

Wait?

As that thought erges, it's as if puzzle pieces connect in a flash of insight.

A reason unique to Aris...

aning, Aris must have so secret...

I am aware of this fact from Aris's own words previously.

The secret of Aris's race; she appears human on the outside, but her true identity is of a race known to be the rarest in the world, a spirit...

She was said to have originated from the principal of this school, Arcia...

And Arcia was a figure related to the cult mbers.

"...?!"

"Harold..? Do you have a hunch about sothing?"

Reading my expresshion, they ask about my thoughts.

Although I'm not completely sure, when I combine the facts that I can infer...

As I've heard, Arcia is a person related to the cult, and Aris, her doppelgänger...

Moreover, the cult mbers had a pendant that resembled the one Aris was fond of, and they were using it as her weakness.

Arcia, the pendant, the cult... It seed as if there was so interrelation between them.

"Aris..."

"Yes?"

She tilts her head, waiting for what I need, a mber of the spirit race.

"Can we talk alone for a mont?"

What truth is hidden within her...? In front of the principal's office, groups hiding their identities seed to be waiting for sothing in the quiet hallway.

"We are quite late... Has the gathering of the gods of the capital delayed our actions?"

The cult mbers, cloaked in robes, created an ominous atmosphere as they spoke to one another.

"Surely, they haven't been taken down and had the item stolen?"

At that statent, all the cult mbers show signs of anxiety.

"That would be troubleso... Without the pendant, we can't negotiate with the principal... It's fine for now, but if they realize we don't have the pendant, we are..."

An unpleasant atmosphere develops as everyone seems to be aware of the concerning fact.

"Enough, if you continue with this needless talk, I'll cut out your tongue."

But then, a man who appears to be their leader issues a chilling threat with a calm voice, and everyone falls silent as if on cue.

A silence ensues, yet despite this, the colleague who has yet to join them doesn't seem to appear.

"According to the ti rules we've set, let's go in now. If any of you show negative emotions to the spirit inside, I'll incinerate you all."

Clunk!

With those words, the door to the principal's office finally opens, and the cult mbers begin to enter in turn.

"Ugh... you people..."

Inside, a silver-haired woman awaits, sending out a vivid killing intent as she guards against them.

"Welco, Principal, you've held quite a risky event, haven't you?"

Despite the killing intent, the leader of the group steps forward nonchalantly, continuing with his intended speech.

"Did you think we wouldn't notice?"

He continues his exaggerated threat and negotiation, delivering a demanding verdict to Arcia.

"Expel the gods from the academy imdiately."

Principal Arcia, she is a half-god, a spirit, aning the beings standing before her were comparatively foolish and weak.

However...

"Ugh..." Despite this, she only seed to acknowledge the unreasonableness of their demands... There appeared to be no intention of refusal.