Chapter 950: Vacation? 2
“Well, I can’t argue with you on that because I feel the same way,” Camila smiled lightly. “But it’s imperative that we adapt to all kinds of battlefields.”
As an old lady, she knew very well that adaptation was the key to winning many wars. You couldn’t be stubborn and think that only one method solved all problems.
Yes, violence solved many things, but there were various problems that not even someone as powerful as Victor could solve through violence alone. Sometimes, subtlety and words were necessary.
Just as words can start a war, words can also stop a war. Of course, the owner of those words must be someone powerful and influential.
“Mm, Darling and Scathach told me the same thing already, I know. Let’s just deal with this.” Violet waved her hand, and seven screens appeared above the round table.
“Who should we call?” Violet asked curiously. She had some candidates in mind but decided to ask for the opinions of everyone present here. After all, unlike these old pots who had lived for thousands of years, she was still a young innocent who didn’t know much.
“… Nike, Tyche, Gaia, Metis, Ares, and I think the last one could be Persephone and Nyx?” Scathach spoke while narrowing her eyes slightly at Violet. For some reason, she felt that this girl was thinking something bad about her.
“Hmm, I don’t see a problem with Metis, Gaia, Nyx, and Persephone… But Nike, Ares, and Tyche aren’t Dragon Gods, you know? Won’t that be a problem?” Violet asked and acted as if nothing had happened.
“Violet, didn’t you hear Velnorah’s explanation?” Agnes asked.
“Yes, I heard. AND?” Violet inquired.
Agnes put her hand on her head as if she had a headache and sighed, “This damned bracelet conceals any use of Divinity, so even weak Gods by our standards can Bless other Beings.”
Violet scoffed in disdain, “And that’s precisely my issue, Mother. Don’t judge me and treat me like a fool before knowing what I’m talking about.” She spoke with a hint of hostility. “I’m asking if weak Gods like Ares, Tyche, and Nike can even help in this situation.”
“I’m not talking about whether the enemies will feel their Blessing or not. I know that with this bracelet, such a situation won’t occur.”
“Oh… I’m sorry for misunderstanding you,” Agnes apologized sincerely, realizing she had judged her daughter too quickly.
Violet simply huffed and said, “Apology accepted.” She forgave her easily since she saw that Agnes was sincerely asking for forgiveness.
The atmosphere around them became a bit strange, but as always, Velnorah either didn’t notice it or chose not to notice it. After all, how could an Empress not read the room? It was a fundamental skill for being a good Empress.
After thinking for a moment, Velnorah spoke, “… Despite being weak, they are quite advanced in their Divine Concepts, especially Ares being a Higher-Level violent War God. Not to mention that Divinities like Luck and Victory are quite useful in desperate situations.”
“The Concept of Victory being even more important in this situation, while Luck helps in all cases.”
“There’s a reason why Victor is so focused on keeping the Goddess of Luck by his side,” Scathach spoke. “It’s because he understands how broken Luck can be.”
“He even went to the extent of promoting that Luck Goddess as a walking advertisement and helping her progress further in her Divinity,” Scathach spoke with a slight hostility. She was jealous of the excessive attention Victor was giving to the Goddess of Luck.
‘I will ask for us to fight again,’ Scathach thought. She wanted to erase her jealousy with a good fight followed by another one in bed.
“Well, I can understand that too, considering that one of Darling’s subordinates seems to have had sex with a Luck Goddess. That bastard is so lucky that it seems to warp reality in his favor,” Violet said.
“Watanabe Gintoki, huh…” Velnorah spoke while showing the image of the Japanese man who was Victor’s subordinate in the events in Japan.
“Honestly, even by observing that man, I can’t see where his Divinity comes from,” Velnorah said. “Initially, I thought he was Blessed by a Japanese Luck God, but I was wrong.”
“So, a foreign God?” Agnes asked.
“The possibility is high,” Velnorah nodded. “That’s one of the reasons why Victor doesn’t allow him to rise too high in the hierarchy, despite his accomplishments… The other reason is that he doesn’t know what kind of unknown effects Gintoki will have when thrown into a place with many Supernatural Beings. Because of that, he still lives in the Mortal World, not in the Dimension where we are creating our city.”
“… A situation that doesn’t seem to disappoint this man. He’s quite content just earning money,” Violet remarked.
“Well, he’s a simple man. I can respect that,” Camila said. “He just wants his monthly paycheck and a stable place to live. That goal is not to be underestimated.”
It was only when she died that she understood the value of “simple” things.
Victor was the same. He was a simple man with a goal to become stronger, just to protect his Family and fight stronger Beings. And to think that this ambition made him one of the strongest Beings alive was quite interesting to Camila.
“… Ugh, I want to dissect him so badly, but Victor won’t let me,” Velnorah grumbled like a child whose favorite toy was being kept away by their parents.
The women rolled their eyes at this madwoman who wanted to dissect everyone she found interesting.
‘I hope Ruby doesn’t pick up these strange habits from this woman. After all, they will encounter each other often due to their respective fields of expertise,’ Violet thought. She didn’t want her oldest friend to turn into a crazy scientist obsessed with dissection.
She could tolerate a friend with masochistic tendencies, but not this. This was going too far. ‘The smell of corpses would be unbearable. I really hope she doesn’t acquire these crazy habits.’
“Girls…” Anna began to speak, catching everyone’s attention.
“We know, Anna. We’re getting off track from our main objective again,” Violet sighed. She had already realized what Anna was going to say. It was the third time they completely lost focus on the main purpose of their discussion.
“It’s not just that. I mean, it is, but that’s not the point,” Anna looked at Gintoki’s picture. “This man is so lucky that his Luck distorts Reality around him, right?”
“Yes,” Violet nodded. “Once, I saw him get shot at, and the bullet veered off, hitting the ground and then rebounded to hit his attacker. If that’s not distorting Reality, I don’t know what is,” she replied.
“Mmm,” Anna nodded and then asked with a slightly sadistic curiosity, “So, why don’t we just take this lucky guy and throw him into the Norse Pantheon… just to see what happens?”
…
In Japan, in a luxury house, Gintoki, who was playing video games on the latest-generation console on an 80-inch TV, felt a shiver down his spine.
The moment he felt that shiver, he rushed towards the console and hugged it. In the next moment, he began to look around for anything dangerous.
Gintoki was experienced enough to know that when he felt these shivers down his spine, trouble was coming his way, trouble that would give him a headache and new traumas. Because of this, he immediately ran to his console and embraced it. After all, if something happened in his house, his console wouldn’t be harmed.
Even though he could buy another console with his current income, this particular console was special. After all, he had bought it with the money from his first mission, so this one held sentimental value to him.
Looking around and finding nothing amiss, he cautiously stood up and said, “Fuck, the feeling hasn’t gone away… I hope this won’t come back to bite me in the future.”
The shiver down his spine increased even more. “Ugh, did I just summon Murphy to myself? Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?”
After thinking for a moment, Gintoki said, “I’ll contact my ghost friend. If something happens, I’ll need his help.”
Gintoki walked towards his phone and picked it up. For a moment, he looked at the Orb that allowed him to make direct contact with one of the most powerful Beings in existence… His boss.
‘Ugh, to think that the man who’s my boss is so powerful… That’s incredible,’ Gintoki felt as if he were working for a businessman with branches all over the planet.
Setting the Orb aside, he dialed a number and called his friend, a Living Ghost.
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