The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me
chapter-330

"Young Master."

"Hmm."

As I struggled to shake off the grogginess, I opened my eyes to a blinding, bright light.

"...Are you alright?"

A calm inquiry reached my ears as I squinted my eyes.

There was only one person who spoke in such a tone.

"Kania."

Smiling, I rose from the bed and spoke, prompting Kania to give a small smile and bow her head slightly.

"...For some reason, my lower half feels stiff."

"...!"

I muttered that to her as a joke, but Kania suddenly started shaking and quietly gauge my reactions.

Come to think of it, maybe it did feel a bit stiff?

"Hmm... How many days has it been since I lost consciousness?"

"Ahem… It has been three days since you lost consciousness, Young Master."

Giving her a suspicious look, I asked, and Kania replied with a cough.

"Oh, really? It hasn't been that long."

I thought I would be bedridden for at least a week due to maintaining my ultimate move for too long, but three days was not bad.

Aside from the slight stiffness in my lower half, I felt perfectly fine. It was as if I had just submerged in a tub full of life force.

"Heup."

"Young Master? Where are you going? Please rest a little longer."

"It's okay. There's no need to rest further when I'm fully recovered."

Quietly swinging my right arm and stepping outside, I responded to Kania's words before moving on.

"Young Master, by the way, your expression seems much more mellow after resting for three days."

"Huh?"

"Recently, you’ve been a little more... aggressive."

Aggressive? What was she talking about? I just changed my perspective a little.

Come to think of it, depending on the person, I might look more aggressive. Kania, being delicate, might perceive it that way.

"I, too, have been through a lot myself, but..."

"Well, now is the time for rational judgment."

And I decided to prioritize rational judgment from now on.

The Imperial Rebellion could be ended swiftly, but it's not so simple with a full-scale war with the Church.

"Is the coronation ceremony schedule coming along?"

"Yes, it's gradually coming together nicely."

"Oh."

I asked Kania, and she delivered the good news.

Clana would finally ascend to the throne. As someone who has watched her struggle for so long, it was truly heartening.

Even in the previous cycle, due to the ongoing war, there was no time for a coronation, and she remained a princess until the end.

For Clana, this coronation would truly be a meaningful day.

So, this coronation had to proceed without any hitches...

"...However, at this rate, it may be postponed for a few months."

"What?"

"In fact, it could have been held within a few days, but issues continued to rise..."

Kania, scanning my pleased expression, conveyed this with a timid voice.

Issues? What kind of issues could there be? The affairs of the Imperial Family had been settled for a while now. Now just the peaceful coronation left, right?

“First of all... it seems that the Sun God has once again taken control of the Youngest Paladin, who are imprisoned in the imperial basement.”

"The Sun God did?"

"Secondly, there are complaints from some founding contributors that helped with the rebellion and even from the Clana faction about you, Young Master. Moreover, it's not just complaints, but some even take actions..."

"Seriously?"

"Thirdly, Ruby led the Hero Party and visited the palace. There are differing opinions on how to handle this.”

"..."

"Lastly, the Church has sent an envoy. They're inquiring about Young Master's destructive actions and allegations of heresy..."

- Crack...

"...Young Master?"

For a moment, I almost lost my rational judgment.

There were so many factors disrupting Clana's coronation. It has been her lifelong wish and one of my life goals to watch her ascend to the throne.

And so many things interfered with that coronation?

"...This pissed me off."

"Young Master? Where are you rushing off to?"

I immediately made a rational judgment and started to walk briskly, causing Kania to ask a question with a puzzled expression.

"To the basement."

"Yes?"

With a grin, I began to move my feet even faster.

"We need to handle all these issues."

"..."

"Kania?"

I began to envision rational and ideal solutions to the four problems, but suddenly Kania's face started to pale.

"Is... is this really calculated madness, Young Master?"

"What?"

"T-that's... no, never mind, Young Master."

"...?"

"Just do what you think is right."

Why was she suddenly saying that?

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"Sun God, what are your weaknesses?"

Entering the underground chamber of the palace with Kania, I cheerfully asked the question.

"M-my weaknesses?"

"Yes, please tell me where the Sun God's weaknesses lie."

"Ah, uh..."

At that moment, the Sun God, who had been hanging limp with her wrists bound to a scabbard embedded in the wall, began to blush furiously.

Why did she react like that again?

"Um, well... actually, my whole body is kind of my weak point... I'm a bit sensitive..."

"Huh?"

"S-so, if I had to pinpoint... my ears? Earlobes? And my sides, and..."

I should probably listen to what she said since I asked about it, but something seemed off.

It looked like the weaknesses I mentioned and the weaknesses she talked about were a bit different.

"Uh... s-so... please be... gentle?"

"Sun God, I’m not talking about that weakness."

"...H-hikk."

I slowly approached the Sun God, who was slowly twisting her body, and whispered gently to her, then she began to look at me with frightened eyes.

"Where is your most vulnerable spot where you would immediately faint without feeling any pain if hit correctly? I vaguely figured it out by beating the Demon God all over last time, but it's my first time with the Sun God–"

"P-please spare me. I-I'm sorry. I will not play around and do my best in everything, so please don't hit me..."

As I slowly explained the plan to her, before I could even finish speaking, she started pleading.

I've been thinking, was this person really a goddess?

It felt like the dignity of the goddess sisters was getting crumpled more and more as time went by.

"I-it'll hurt me if you hit me. So..."

"Contrary to the situation where the Demon God was actively seeking dominance, the Demon God is now actively trying to avoid dominance, right?"

"...Yes?"

"So, I will shock your soul and disconnect it from this body. Then take advantage of that gap to bring forth the Demon God's soul."

"Gu...? Gu~!"

After I finished my explanation, I pulled out Gugu, who had been sleeping in my pocket all this time, and shook her awake. The little girl was looking around with a half-asleep expression, widened her eyes and nodded to my words.

"However... uh, it'll still hurt..."

"That’s why I asked if you have a very vulnerable spot. If you faint with one hit, you won’t even feel the pain.”

"..."

I felt rather sorry for the Sun God, but it was unavoidable. I couldn’t just keep her tied up like this, and if I release her, the Youngest Paladin would be at the Demon God's mercy.

So, I couldn’t give that bitch a chance to recover now.

I just needed to keep her here a little longer to obstruct her recovery and extract some information.

"If I don't make the Sun God faint now, not only the Goddess but also the world will be in danger. Do you remember when that bitch interfered with my system?"

"Uh, uh..."

"So I just need to punch you once. It's a punch that will save the world."

If she promised to cooperate with everything she had, she should keep her promise. If she weren't a goddess, I wouldn't have bothered with all of this coercing.

“I’ll hit you so hard that it won’t hurt.”

"..."

It felt like the words were contradictory, but that was the truth. If I hit her softly and failed to make her faint, it would only hurt more.

"Th-then... hit my stomach!"

"Yes?"

The Sun God, who has been rolling her eyes for a while, suddenly spoke with a bright expression.

Stomach? Did she just ask me to hit her stomach?

"I was hit by Lunar back in the day, before I became the main deity, you know?"

"Who's Lunar?"

"The Moon God. Anyway, I was hit directly in the stomach back then and immediately fainted. So my weakness must be my stomach!"

For some reason, she seemed a bit too confident in her words that it made me uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be better to just hit her in the back of the neck or something?

"M-my neck is weak! Please don't hit my neck!"

As I cautiously inquired, the goddess responded with widened eyes and shook her head.

Well, she knew her own body, so she probably knew her weaknesses best. It wouldn't do any good to hit her neck and risk causing her unnecessary pain.

"Alright then. Close your eyes."

"...Hm."

As I quietly clenched and unclenched my fist, I stretched my arm back. The Sun God closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

- Booom...!

My fist plunged into the goddess's stomach with tremendous force.

"..."

"Did it work?"

I tilted my head amidst the silence.

"Cough..."

"...?"

Her limp body suddenly twitched, and she began spitting something out of her mouth.

"...Ugh."

Seeing that, Kania hastily stepped back.

"Uh... Ugh..."

An energy similar to light mana was flowing from the Sun God's mouth.

It must be like a deadly poison to Kania. For someone like me, Serena, or Clana, who possessed light mana, it would be no different from an elixir.

"Sun God?"

"Heukk... Heugh..."

But that wasn’t the problem.

The Sun God, who has been revered by the people of the Empire for thousands of years, was now retching after being punched by me.

This wasn't what I wanted. I deliberately hit her quite hard to make her faint in one blow. Seeing the Sun God trembling all over and shedding tears, I feel guilty for some reason.

"I-I'm sorry... for this... T-This is the only way I could help..."

I looked at her with a bewildered expression, and despite her trembling, she smiled faintly.

"T-that... will be quite helpful. Please use it to your heart's content..."

"Are you doing this on purpose? You didn't have to do this."

"Then... I'll be going now..."

Indeed, a benevolent goddess is still a benevolent goddess. Despite her incompetence, the Sun God was still a kind-hearted goddess.

Having seen only corrupted people lately, I was quite impressed.

But why did the Ancestors describe such a person as 'lazy'? What happened?

".....Heuu."

"Hm."

And so, the Sun God, with a reddened face from accepting my fist into her stomach, trembled and shivered before losing consciousness.

- Swoosh...

"Gu!"

Deciding to apologize for this incident when we meet again later, I quietly touched the Youngest Paladin’s head, and Gugu began to flap her wings and glow.

"...Hm."

And a little later, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Hello."

"..."

Seeing her red eyes, It was clear that the Demon God was back.

I was worried about what to do if the personality of the Youngest Paladin emerged, but thankfully, it didn't.

"H-how did you... summon me?"

"I beat your sister and made her faint."

"You crazy bastard."

What did she mean by crazy bastard? Did she look down on my rational judgment and the noble sacrifices of the Sun God?

Suddenly, I felt white-hot anger surged through my body.

- Slapp!!

"Gyah!"

- Crash...!

"Keukkk!!"

After delivering a powerful slap to her left cheek and kicking her stomach, I calmly took out a flask from my pocket as she lowered her head and began spewing dark energy.

"Spit it all out. Yes, that's it."

"Cough... Gah..."

"You're neither the wicked Demon God nor the noble goddess anymore. Right now, you’re just a dark mana dispenser that spits out dark mana when hit.”

Eventually, I picked up her chin and filled the flask.

“I will come back after resolving the issues and begin the interrogation. So, make sure you have your answers in mind in advance.”

"Ptoo."

"Ohh..."

When she spat at me with an arrogant gaze, I decided to make a rational judgment again.

"Just a mere human dares to– Gyaah!"

When a few drops of the white energy spewed by the Sun God were sprinkled on her shoulder, black smoke rose, and the Demon God began to tremble.

Since I'm directly targeting the evil soul, there shouldn't be any problems with the Youngest Paladin’s body.

"Kania, keep interrogating her until I return. And make sure to have some of that dark mana. It's practically an elixir for you."

"Yes, understood."

With the first problem resolved, I left the room with a bright smile.

“I’ll tear you to death. I’ll definitely tear you to shreds... ugh...”

"Do you think the Young Master is your friend?"

"You wretched bitch! How dare you touch my hair... Wait a moment..."

"Do you think I’m your friend?"

"Ugh..."

Judging from the sounds, it seemed like everything went well.

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On the top floor of the Imperial Palace, in the throne room...

"Your Highness! Please reconsider!"

"Do you really intend to bring a person like Frey into the palace?!"

“…”

Seated on the throne, Clana looked down at everyone with a blank expression as her attendants and the ministers raised their voices in protest.

"He's completely insane. You never know what he’ll do if he’s let into the imperial palace!”

"Are you planning to make him the Emperor Consort? That’s absolutely unacceptable!"

"Enough."

As Clana, looking down at them, spoke in a low voice, the voices of the protesting ministers gradually quieted down.

"Your Highness, may I offer some advice?"

In the sudden silence that followed, a visitor who had visited her quietly spoke up.

"After hunting, one should not discard the hunting dog, rather you should eat it."

With these words and a gentle smile, the speaker was none other than the Archbishop of the Church.

He was the third-highest-ranking member of the Church, following the Pope and the cardinals, and was the leader of the Church's executive as an elder.

"Ahem… We’re in the middle of discussion with her highness, the Princess."

"I understand it's urgent, but please step aside for now. We are in the midst of a meeting."

“How dare an outside force interfere in state affairs...”

At that sudden remark, all of the Princess's attendants turned their icy gazes towards the Archbishop.

"Your Highness, may I also speak?"

The person who had been quietly observing the situation stepped forward and spoke.

"Hafran, do you have advice for me as well?"

"No, it's more like a question."

He, the head of her attendants, looked sharply at her as he spoke.

"Can Your Highness control Frey?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling atmosphere settled in.

"L-Lord Hafran?"

"Why are you suddenly asking?"

"Oh, this person..."

Though the bewildered ministers tried to stop him, Hafran, unyielding, continued to look directly at Clana.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if you can control him. After all, it was Frey who caused unnecessary conflict with the Church. We still don't have the ability to engage in a full-scale war with the Church. So, him–"

"I never knew."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Clana interjected him with a cold expression.

“You are quite careless.”

"Your Highness."

Even so, Hafran persisted in his statement.

"Don't forget how you can sit on that throne."

When Clana heard those words, her eyes began to flash eerily.

“…”

The moment Hafran finished speaking and locked eyes with the Archbishop, a loud noise rang out.

- Boom!!!

"Why are you causing such a commotion?"

Someone forcefully pushed open the door to the throne room and entered.

"F-Frey..."

"Y-You… When did you wake up?"

“Didn’t they say it would take another week for him to wake up?”

Then, the faces of the ministers suddenly turned pale.

"This fucking pissed me off!"

Observing them, Frey, once again, began to make rational judgments.