Chapter 550: 550
"Um, if I said that I was just cracking a joke to ease the atmosphere, would you all believe me?"
"I would as I know you to be a grandmaster of shooting yourself in the foot . Of course I'd believe that you'd shoot yourself in the foot like that . But, my believing you won't help you . She definitely won't believe you . "
Amelia had a bright smile as if she felt quite happy and comfortable, or as if she could vent by seeing my misfortune .
I was now sitting on the ground while bleeding all over, yet nobody seemed to care about me . I felt just like a Holy Knight who was being discriminated against in an adventuring team . All my suffering was only known to me, with nobody caring about me . I could only go grind Holy Light by my lonesome .
Divine Sins were no laughing matter to deal with, as they could easily kill even the Gods, not to mention mere mortals . That direct hit I'd taken just now was quite unpleasant .
I was now covered all over in the shattered shards of my dragon armor . If it weren't for the fact that I had summoned my armor in time, I would likely have been crushed to death and reincarnated into my next life already .
Just a few minutes ago, I had been happily proud of my armor's astonishing defensive capabilities . In fact, I was even feeling like it was almost undefeatable in the mortal plane, and since nothing could break its defenses, I was naturally undefeatable as well, so there would be nothing wrong in calling myself undefeatable . Yet, the armor shattered instantly… Why did I receive such a slap in the face…? Could it be that…?
"Is this my karmic comeuppance for shouting that I was undefeatable…? It would seem that some words can't be said no matter what world it is . Or, Astrya, were you really bored enough to transform these words into a karmic weapon in your world?"
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It would seem that even Astrya couldn't be bothered with responding to such a boring question of mine . In that case, I should probably chat a little less and focus more on healing myself .
Beams of Holy Light started illuminating my body and curing my wounds . This felt rather comfortable, even if the scene still seemed rather bad for me . It felt like the hatred for me in this room was rather high .
In the opposite corner of the room, Reyne was continuing to vent her anger out on spirit image Roland . I saw this spiritual creature that seemed to greatly resemble me kneeling while clutching his head to protect himself while glaring at me spitefully .
"Is that a new type of undead species? Could I have him so that I can research him?"
Even though my head was still bleeding, I was rather curious about that spiritual creature . Although this spiritual creature was currently in the process of getting beaten up, why did he seem to look so familiar, and so handsome… cough, cough, I meant, so much like me?
"Did you get plastic surgery to become so handsome? You didn't even pay me the copyright fee!"
It would have been fine if he simply looked like me as I had seen many transformation magic spells before . However, it was quite difficult to understand why this spiritual creature also had such a similar soul wavelength to my own . Although I knew a little bit about spiritual creatures, and had heard that archmages in the Mage Country were researching this topic, I had never heard of such an advanced spiritual creature before .
I recalled that archmage Andro from the Mystic Blade mage organization had spiritual creature servants in his mage tower . His personal magic spell, "Andro's Invisible Servants," allowed him to summon helpers that he typically used for chores around his tower . This was a spell that many people were envious of . But, unfortunately, this was one of Andro's trump cards and personal spells, which meant that he had never revealed the workings of this spell to anyone .
If I could analyze this spiritual creature with the silly cat's assistance, perhaps I could even complete a spell like "Roland's Free Slave Labor" (with no salary and no health insurance!) . Then, I could sell this type of magical spell and make tons of money!
"He… he wants to dissect me! Help! Save me!"
I felt like I was watching a scene out of a horror movie . Someone that looked identical to myself was rolling around on the floor, trying to dodge Reyne's silver-booted stomps . His face, which was badly beaten already, was so scared that his expression became completely distorted . Not only that, I was hearing my own voice speaking in such a begging tone . This all made me feel… like this was such a fresh experience!
But, I found it even more strange why this spiritual creature Roland came to such a conclusion about me . Did I look like such an insane mad scientist? I was clearly a good person with moral boundaries!
"Dissect you? Do I look like such an immoral person? Every intelligent life form has the right to live . Although I am indeed quite interested in spiritual creatures, I will respect your right to life . "
I attempted to defend myself . However, it seemed that nobody believed me .
"You are exactly such a person! Moral boundaries? Shame? Do you even have such things?"
"Haha, you're so funny . But, today's not the 'Fool's Day' festival, so please don't joke around like that with terrible jokes that nobody will laugh at . "
Even worse was that judging from everyone's comments, not a single person believed in me . This was so heartbreaking . Was I really that untrustworthy?
"…The 'right to life' of intelligent 'life forms . ' But, I don't think that this guy technically counts as being 'alive . ' In that case, what you said just now was all meaningless . Although you tried to defend yourself, you didn't even promise not to dissect him? You're just as shameless as always," Harloys explained to everyone .
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