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Bell was intimidated by the two's imposing presence and shrank into Metluth's arms.

"Mo~ If Belle doesn't call her sister or aunt, then what should she call her?"

“A stepmother will do!” Alfia crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and glared angrily.

"Damn it!" Charles stood up. "Wouldn't that make me a godfather?! I'm the one who should be the godfather, not the other way around! In short, I don't agree!"

Before he could finish speaking, Alfia's shadowy figure appeared behind Ciel, her fists pressing against Ciel's temples and spinning them forcefully: "You annoying noise! ​​Die! What Bell says is none of your business!"

Chapter 472 Preparing for Execution

Seeing Alfia get angry, Metlujah grabbed Bell and ran away.

Only three people remained in the hall.

Seeing the two interacting intimately, Hera decided to add fuel to the fire: "You two really don't plan to get married?"

Alfia glared at Hera: "This guy is going to save other girls later, I don't want to end up like you, Hera."

Hera narrowed her eyes: "In the end, he inherited his father's personality. It just goes to show that he is indeed that old man's bloodline."

She pondered for a moment, then clenched her fist and said, "Since that's the case, we can only take advantage of his weakness and make it a fait accompli. Once he becomes like Zeus, he won't be able to control people anymore."

Alfia grabbed a cup of black tea from the table and threw it at Hera: "Damn noise!! Disappear!!"

shhh-

Hera gracefully sidestepped the projectile.

Charles also found an opportunity, pressing his hand against Alfia's face and distorting her expressionless features:

"Accept your fate, Alfia! You're a real old lady now!"

"Gulp! You really dare to say that! Don't think that just because Hera is here, you can turn against the heavens!" Alfia pinched Shar's cheek, preventing him from speaking.

Not to be outdone, Charles reached out and stretched Alfia's cheek: "Who's afraid of who? Today I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Alfia's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she stuck her finger into Charles's nostril: "You brat, Bell is much cuter than you!"

“Gulp…” Ciel couldn’t breathe, but his arms weren’t as long as Alfia’s, and as she pulled, he gradually lost his reach.

His haphazardly flailing hands accidentally struck the towering clock tower. Having finally found his target, Charles naturally wouldn't give up, squeezing hard without the slightest hesitation.

"Ahhhhhh!" Alfia exclaimed.

"Whoa—" Hera's eyes widened.

Charles was still humming, "How about it? Scared yet?"

Before he could even gloat for two seconds, he suddenly noticed that Alfia's resistance had weakened. When he opened his eyes and saw the situation before him, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

"Is it fun?"

"It's...fun."

"Have you had enough trouble?"

"Cough cough...no." Charles subconsciously tightened his grip on the clock tower again.

"Die! Good news!"

A pale white light enveloped the entire church, and the glass and furniture were all shattered into pieces.

When Bell and Metluth came to their senses from the corner of the room, they came out to find Hera with her head buried in the chimney, and Ciel embedded in the wall with only half of his buttocks showing.

Belle: "Mommy, Alfia is so scary."

“Yes…yes,” Metluja agreed, not even having time to correct Bell’s mistake in addressing her.

……

A few days later.

The scorching summer sun beat down on the chalk tower, casting a long shadow on one side of the labyrinthine city.

In the shadows, countless guards wearing elephant-trunk masks cordoned off the usually bustling Central Park.

Residents gathered outside the park, whispering in small groups.

"what happened?"

"You don't know? I heard that they're going to hold a public trial for [Swift Wind]'s crimes."

"Which Gale? The one from the Astrea Familia? How is that possible? What did she do?"

"I heard it was a god-slaying. When they killed those bad guys from the Dark Faction, they also took their god with them."

"What happened in the port city a while ago? Wasn't that a bad god?"

"There's nothing we can do. Even if he's an evil god, he's still a god... and it's a grave sin."

"makes sense……"

"What a load of crap!" A sudden voice rang out from the crowd.

"If gods are allowed to take away our loved ones at will, why can't we take revenge on those evil gods?"

"What can we do? Aren't all the gods in cahoots?"

Shh! Keep this to yourself, don't say it out loud!

Amidst the clamor of discussion, two military police officers wearing elephant-trunk masks escorted [Swift Wind], who was also wearing a mask, to kneel on a makeshift execution platform.

Around the makeshift execution platform, Loki and Freya's clan leaders stood on either side of the court.

They all stared at [Swift Wind], who knelt on the execution platform like a sinner, with different expressions.

"How did things get to this point?" Rivera asked, her eyes filled with unbearable pain, and she lowered her gaze, unable to look directly at her compatriots.

She regretted not going with Hayate to find the Astrea Familia, which led to the current situation.

"Don't blame yourself." Finn sighed. "We were in just as much danger as we were. We didn't have time to think about others. It was a helpless situation."

"Moreover, both the guild and we are dissatisfied with this operation, but we can only act in accordance with the will of the gods."

Grace, leaning on his axe, looked dejected: "She encountered the rules of the gods. What can those who rely on divine grace do?"

"Hey……"

Today is the day the gods pronounce judgment on the god-slayer.

Once the gods on their thrones have discussed and determined the crime of Gale, they will immediately carry out the judgment.

……

Above the divine meeting.

The atmosphere here was equally somber.

Ganesha stood silently on the podium, his hands resting on the lectern, his eyes beneath the mask fixed on the gods.

below.

Freya sat aloofly in a corner, while Loki rested his legs on the table, his eyes narrowed, revealing no emotion.

Meanwhile, the clamorous gods clamored about the sins of [Gale].

"Unforgivable. For a child from the mortal realm to kill a god is a taboo within a taboo."

"If this isn't dealt with, what if those lunatics from the underworld suddenly produce some kind of monster and send us all away?"

"This path cannot be taken."

"I request divine punishment! May she be cursed for all eternity."

"Isn't this going too far?" the kind-hearted deity tried to dissuade.

but……

"This is the crime of god-killing, which has shattered our supreme authority. How can you expect us, your fellow countrymen, to enjoy ourselves in peace in this mortal realm?"

"Absolutely, absolutely. Those who break the rules must be punished by heaven."

Unable to bear the clamor of the gods next door, Hephaestus sneered, "If you hadn't done evil, how could the children have attacked us against their own sense of disgust? Aren't you stirring up trouble by saying these things because you have some shady business in your hearts?"

"Gurgle—" The clamoring gods suddenly fell silent, all staring at Hephaestus.

At that moment, Dionysus, the blond heartthrob next door, crossed his index fingers and spoke:

"That being said, if we don't deal with Gale, will those evil gods of the Dark Faction really let her continue to exist? Lou Tuo Luo is just the first. Who will be the next Lou Tuo Luo? With Gale's sense of justice, she probably won't stop killing gods."

"At that time, will those evil gods still keep their oaths and refrain from using their divine power?"

"..." The gods were suddenly stunned.

Freya and Loki also remained silent.

The prohibition of divine power is merely a seal placed upon the gods themselves, a conventional oath. If someone were to truly break the balance, then the conflict between good and evil would escalate into a chaotic battle of divine power.

Considering that a mere heavenly fire could destroy the world.

No one can say for sure what the lower realm will become in the future.

At this moment, Hermes, pressing down on the brim of his hat, said coldly, "Isn't it too early to discuss dealing with [Gale]?"

"What do you mean?" The gods looked at the god of travel who was standing against the wall.

“I mean, shouldn’t we catch the murderer first?” Hermes stared at Njord with a sinister expression. “How can we just listen to Njord’s testimony about whether [Swift Wind] is the murderer?”

"Can't we at least give the children a chance to make excuses?"

"Or are you in such a hurry to silence them... that you're hiding something? Hmm? Lord Njord?"

Chapter 473 Rescue at the Execution Ground (4.8k)

"You think there's something wrong with Njord?" Loki asked, pulling his legs back from the table and squinting at Hermes.

She and Njord were from the same hometown, and she knew very well that Njord was not an evil god, so there was no need for her to deliberately smear [Gale].

Like Demeter, Njord provided the majority of Euryth's aquatic products and was a beloved god. So much so that no one questioned Njord's testimony.

After all, Mayor Mei's claim of witnessing Gale Kill God had been verified by his lie detector test.

“I’m just raising a reasonable question, Loki,” Hermes continued to retort under pressure.