"Hearing you say that, I'm really curious about why Helbo would keep such a thing." Ian frowned, using the light from the Fierce Goddess to see his surroundings clearly.
Ever since the Sun God appeared.
The Divine Hall had fallen into an eerie silence. Helbo, who was mocking them earlier, had gone completely silent, as if his presence couldn't be found in any corner.
"That's something I want to know too..." The Fierce Goddess was also scanning the Divine Hall. Her vision was undoubtedly broader than Ian's, able to see even beneath the hall. Her eyes were like two brilliant suns, pure and intense, the light in her eyes like tangible sunlight.
Wherever her gaze swept, it was as if countless rays of sunlight poured down, filling every corner with light, even achieving that shadowless effect similar to high-priced shadowless lamps.
To be honest.
If it weren't for the feeling of being unethical,
Ian would have liked to ask if he could borrow those two eyeballs to use as lightbulbs back home.
"Helbo is no longer here." The Fierce Goddess, who was unaware of the Little Wizard's intentions, had carefully checked every place, speaking with a tone of regret and reluctance.
"It's a pity for the fatherly love blessing I've just received!" The voice of the goddess indeed held regret, clearly showing she seldom had such a state.
"Why don't you grant divine power to your own followers?" This was something Ian had been curious about, surely the Fierce Goddess herself wouldn't be incapable of such things.
Uh.
Perhaps she really can't?
Ian noticed the Fierce Goddess had a peculiar expression.
She seemed to be stammering.
"Of course, I can bless... provide divine power to my followers... But you have to understand, I am the symbol of kindness and peace, inheriting my father's prophecy, music, and healing aspects."
"So... I don't quite like fighting and killing. Yes, that's it." The Fierce Goddess didn't seem to be good at lying, her eyes wandering and her nose uneasy.
Her hands were gesturing repeatedly in the air.
It was practically a textbook example of a guilty liar's demonstration.
"Is it that you don't like it or can't do it?" Ian, seeing that the Divine Hall no longer held Helbo, could only grab Riddle's leg, preparing to leave this dirty, moldy hall.
In response to the Little Wizard's questioning.
The Fierce Goddess pursed her lips and simply stopped pretending, "I've already told you, I'm a qualified tank, so only with my father's divine power blessing can I become both offensive and defensive."
Her words were actually easy to understand.
"Got it, originally you were a meat shield, now you can be considered a battle tank." Yet the Little Wizard's choice of words was somewhat incomprehensible to the beings of that era.
"I don't quite understand your description, but it's about right, I guess." The Fierce Goddess, being able to become a skeleton in Ian's era, naturally proved she had no access to information from the 20th century.
"I thought you were a cool beauty." Ian remarked somewhat sentimentally. As he walked along the path to the door, he noticed the previously opened door had somehow completely closed.
"Am I not?"
The Fierce Goddess could understand the term 'cool beauty.'
Who knows why.
"The contrast is a bit strong." Ian spoke truthfully while he tried to take out his Magic Wand. However, the Fierce Goddess clearly acted faster, directly lifting her foot to kick the ten-meter-high metal door.
It seemed like a gentle kick.
Yet the force would probably crush a Snake Monster into pulp.
"Boom!"
This kick contained divine power, and in an instant, a burst of golden light spread outward from the center where the Fierce Goddess's foot made contact, like a surging tide.
The radiance was dazzling, as if the core of the sun exploded instantly, making it impossible to look directly. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the seemingly indestructible metal door shattered into countless fragments, scattered like dust. The Little Wizard couldn't find a piece big enough to study.
"What a pity, Ancient Magic Metal."
Ian felt a bit heartbroken.
Still, he tried to collect some of the more intact metal fragments. After displaying her power, the Fierce Goddess continued to swing her Giant Sword a few times, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Let's go find Helbo! We must have some fun today!" She had savored the beauty of violent 'aesthetics,' evidently unwilling to waste her 'recharged' power.
"Maybe Helbo already ran away, perhaps he's even out of Rome by now. You must always believe in a Wizard's ability to escape, let alone a Legendary Wizard with maxed-out survival skills."
Ian's guess wasn't without reason. He had thought Helbo would become a joke after the Sun God appeared, but even the Sun God hadn't found Helbo's whereabouts. Of course, this didn't mean the Sun God couldn't find the Legendary escape, but perhaps Helbo was never in this Divine Hall to begin with.
The voices they heard may not have come from a real person.
Magic is amazing.
There are always many ways to achieve similar effects.
"But you also have to believe in a God's ability to find someone. The world is only so big; where can he run that I can't find?"
The Fierce Goddess and Ian walked out of the Divine Hall side by side.
Her slightly confident words were interrupted by the scene outside the hall. It turned out that breaking the door did not capture the attention of all the priests outside.