The dust and asphalt debris that had been thrown into the air slowly settled to the ground. At the far end of the City Hall courtyard, right in the middle of a shallow crater created by her own impact, Freya stood up. Her movements were no longer graceful. The Divine Knight coughed hard, spitting a drop of golden blood onto the cracked asphalt. Her previously flawless silver armor was now severely dented on the left rib side, leaving the imprint of a giant fist. Freya looked up. Her whitish-blonde hair was a mess, but her blue eyes blazed with an absolute fury that burned the air around her. "You," Freya hissed, her voice trembling with a rage that shattered her pride. "A lowly golem! You managed to hit me!?" Vara landed lightly beside Agus, flicking her Cosmo Rapier, which hummed softly. The assassin took a deep breath, her lungs grateful to be able to absorb oxygen again after nearly being roasted

The thick gray smoke that Elian exhaled slowly spread out, drifting right into Freya's face. The smell of cheap, old-world tobacco momentarily blurred the Divine Knight's vision.On the red plastic chair, its legs starting to bend, Freya was still sitting stiffly. Her body felt as if it were nailed to the earth by the absolute gravity radiating from the silver-haired young man at the end of the table. The tea brewed from dried leaves that Gramps Constantin had made dripped from the edge of the teakwood table, falling with a tick, tick, tick sound, soaking the dirty marble floor.The bureaucratic circus, the question about chili seeds, and the five-thousand-sardine-can fine that had just destroyed her pride, all vanished instantly.The air in the Cabinet Meeting Room of City Hall suddenly became very dense and suffocating. Not from a killing intent, but from an authority that could not be disputed by any law of nature.Elian put out the rest of his cigaret

The Cabinet Meeting Room of City Hall seemed to freeze. Freya's last statement hung in the stuffy air, hitting everyone's sanity with a fact that was too massive to digest. Vara was the first to break the silence. The assassin shifted her standing position, sheathing her Cosmo Rapier with a sharp click, then let out a long whistle. A sociopathic, arrogant smile slowly crept across her lips. "There you have it, listen carefully, pale-face," Vara pointed at Elian with her thumb, smirking proudly at the Divine Knight who was still tied to the plastic chair. "My boss is OP (Overpowered). Never mind a local monster, he put your dimension's queen in a coma from a distance. Your gods should be coming down here to thank him with a gift basket, not sending you to attack our base." However, instead of being provoked by Vara's arrogance, Freya's expression just turned paler. The beautiful face that usually radiated a heavenly majes

"Gus, you trust me, right?" Vara's question cut through the roar of the vacuum wind that was being greedily sucked in by the Cosmic Hound's jaws. Agus, who was still panting, clutching his red, blistered right hand, didn't hesitate for a second. The black-armored giant nodded firmly. "I always trust you, Vara! You're the one who taught me how to tie my shoelaces!" "Good," Vara grinned foolishly, twirling her Cosmo Rapier in her hand until it emitted a deep blue flash. "Gus! The fire needs to breathe!" Agus's simple brain processed that sentence in the most organic way. The giant's eyes widened, as if he had just found the answer to a kindergarten riddle. "Oh! Like Dito's birthday candles yesterday, right, Vara?!" Agus exclaimed with an enthusiastic, beaming face, ignoring the fact that the god-dimension's hunting dog in front of them was preparing to level the building. "If you b

The Cabinet Meeting Room on the second floor of City Hall, which had been filled with a sacred aura from the awakening of fifty undead, suddenly turned into a bureaucratic circus arena. Freya, the Primary Knight of Astra Divina, sat frozen in her plastic chair. Her crystal-blue eyes stared in disbelief at the middle-aged man in the shabby batik shirt in front of her. Mr. Hendra had just shoved a stack of neatly clipped papers on a clipboard at her, complete with a black-inked pen. "You, you are joking?" Freya's voice trembled, not from fear, but because her sanity was being brutally violated. "My world is being destroyed! My Empress is being hunted by the dogs of the Obsidian Council, and you, you are holding me back to discuss a travel letter?!" "Natural disasters and cosmic invasions are no excuse to ignore administrative order, Miss Alien," Mr. Hendra answered without a hint of guilt, tapping the paper on his clipboar