[...]
[...]
Uranos and Pandora stared at each other in silence.
Only an awkward quiet hung between them.
"If you have nothing to say, may I go back now?"
[...I would like you to act as an intermediary.]
Damn it.
Can't they just talk normally?
[That is impossible. Even I have cursed them for several thousand years, so how much worse must it be for them?]
I'm not a god, so how would I know?
[...First, I will hand down the verdict. God Dionysus.]
"What."
[For joining Evilus, bringing monsters here, and making a contract with Pandora, among other crimes, you are sentenced to death. Do you object?]
"As if I would!"
"Kill him!"
"I'd die before I let the Lower World be ruined!"
There were gods who looked on with complicated expressions, but not a single one opposed the execution.
[And as for Bellf Crozzo and Pandora, their matter will be decided through the divine council. Lastly, we will proceed with Dionysus's execution.]
As Uranos extended his hand, a huge, razor-sharp scythe appeared in the air.
"...A scythe?"
[It is Harpe. The scythe that cut off Uranos's genitals.]
"...You brought out the one that cut off your own genitals?"
[Ahem. Execution.]
"One day, I'll—"
The huge scythe severed Dionysus's neck.
What was unusual was that, unlike being sent back to the heavens, Dionysus's body went cold.
[As for the remaining body, tear it apart and throw it into the Dungeon—]
[...]
[Ahem, throw it outside Orario.]
The trial ended with Dionysus's execution.
My treatment will be decided tonight.
"...Since when have you two been meeting?"
"We haven't known each other long. Haven't we only talked a few times?"
I was not confined anywhere; instead, I was free to move about.
"I didn't know it was the Dungeon."
"I see... I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Instead..."
"Instead?"
"From now on, don't hide anything from me."
"Yeah, that much is easy."
But... where the hell did that bastard Urus go?
"Haa... how am I supposed to handle the [Smith]..."
"He's Level 6, so we can't just kill him carelessly..."
Meanwhile,
the gods held a meeting with Uranos.
Pandora, now called the Dungeon, and Bellf Crozzo, who had aided her.
From the gods' point of view, Bellf Crozzo had crossed the line.
But if they punished him for no good reason and he defected to Lacia,
'Then just kill them all.'
It was obvious Orario would turn into a sea of fire.
"What are we supposed to do about this...?"
"Hephaistos, why don't you just handle it..."
"..."
"Sorry! Sorry! Don't raise the hammer!"
They could not reach an agreement.
The gods' meeting, which seemed as though it would never end, was...
[It's mostly just about punishment, isn't it?]
when blue flames rose and the situation changed.
"You're... a spirit?"
"Why are you here?"
"Take this chance to join our Familia—"
"Tie that bastard up."
"Read the room."
"Nyaaaaaa!!!"
The suddenly appearing Urus transformed into a humanoid form.
And then,
[Could you grant Bellf Crozzo innocence?]
"..."
"That's a bit difficult."
"Even if you're a spirit, there are places you shouldn't interfere. Leave quietly."
[I see... I can't help it...]
Urus seemed to withdraw obediently, but
[Then how about a strike?]
it was enough to fluster the gods.
"W-what do you mean, strike?"
"No way, right?"
[Hahaha, did you think the spirits would never figure it out?]
The gods created the Lower World, first humans, and last the spirits.
Why had they deliberately made the spirits last?
[I'm tired of cleaning up your messes.]
Before the gods descended to the Lower World, spirits would appear from time to time and lend their strength to humans.
But immediately after the gods descended to the Lower World, the spirits vanished without a trace.
"Urus, why don't you think about this one more time?"
[So, I'm saying Bellf Crozzo should be found innocent.]
[...That is impossible.]
[Good grief, how rigid. Why are you so afraid of Pandora in the first place? You made good use of the Dungeon, didn't you?]
[...I will exact the minimum punishment possible.]
[How much?]
[A fine.]
[That much, huh...]
The next day, the fine notice arrived.
100 million valis.
It was quite a lot for an individual, but
"...Should I sell some magic swords?"
it didn't really matter to me.