Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “And thus, Loren the Swordsman, with the beautiful Priestess in his arms and the two Evil Gods in tow, crushed the enemies that came at them like raging waves and conquered the city of Suest, which had been struck by calamity!”
Translator: Barnnn “Huh!? W-what did you just do!?”
Translator: Barnnn Although the opportunity to speak came without warning thanks to Warren, I ended up telling everyone how much more powerful the Devil King had been compared to me when I and the Holy Warriors faced him. It was difficult to convey the message in a concise manner, but at least everyone seemed to take things seriously.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “Loren? What in the world…”
Translator: Barnnn I made my way back to the mansion, carrying Pochi on my back and Lina in my arms. Then, after putting both of them to bed, I teleported to the hideout of the Resistance. Pochi will probably whine about me leaving her behind later, but who the hell cares? Her fault for getting drunk!
Translator: Barnnn “Now give it a try, Hornel!”
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul The moment Loren saw the face of the man who had fallen, he involuntarily took a couple of steps backward. But he immediately felt a shadow over his head, and he jumped away from the spot.
Translator: Barnnn Despite the ‘slightly’ rough start, Asley and Pochi managed to address the audience well enough. Every single mage in the audience could perceive just how much arcane energy they carried, so it was not as if their reputation was ruined… or at least not yet.
