Chapter 793: Resurrection Magic? Straying into the Tenka Household

Last night he had properly entertained Cassandra and Daphne, and Broly didn't fall asleep until the latter half of the night, but in the morning he didn't sleep in; after the others got up, he got up too.

And today everyone in Hearth Manor had arrangements; for example, Ryu was preparing to leave Orario for a period of time.

Liliruca had to go check on the situation at the Soma Familia; she had been acting as a hands-off Familia Captain for a while, and didn't know if things had gotten chaotic over there.

Ais and Tiona were preparing to return to Twilight Manor to invite the God Loki over to Hearth Manor.

Last night, after deep consideration, Miss Fool felt that visiting different Gods one by one was somewhat inefficient and also attracted too many eyes, so she made a request to Hestia: she hoped to borrow Hearth Manor's reception room to meet the three Main Gods — Loki, Hephaestus, and Dionysus — right here.

Ais would contact Loki; Hephaestus would be contacted by Chunji; as for Dionysus, Lefiya actively proposed to help make contact — of course, not contacting the Main God directly, but first contacting Filvis, then inviting the Main God behind her through the White Shrine Maiden.

The Sword Princess girl was preparing to leave, and the Little Dragon Girl Wenyi subconsciously followed her, like a little duckling following its mother duck step by step.

"Uh, Wenyi, what are you doing?"

"I'm following you, Ais."

"I'm just going out for a bit; I'll be back soon. Outsiders don't know you, and if you go out you'll easily cause unnecessary commotion. Be good and wait here for me to come back, okay?"

After two days of getting along, Ais had grown used to communicating with the little one; she stroked the Little Dragon Girl's head and spoke to her like that.

Wenyi looked a bit bewildered, subconsciously glancing at Broly, but the Saiyan boy also had business to go out for, and likewise it wasn't convenient to bring her along.

"Then when will you come back?"

"Very soon."

"Miss Wenyi, today I'll take care of you."

Chunji stepped forward, took Wenyi's hand, and said with a smile.

Wenyi looked at the Fox Person girl, then at Ais and Broly at the doorway, but was pulled away, looking back three steps for every one forward.

"How come I get the feeling Wenyi is like you two's daughter?"

Chunji said subconsciously.

And her offhand remark drew nods of agreement from everyone at the entrance.

Even though no one present had children, they all felt that the scene just now was very much like the fixed impression of parents going off to work while a young child, unable to part from them, shows reluctance.

"Experiencing the feeling of having a daughter in advance..."

Liliruca muttered, then suddenly looked at the Saiyan boy and asked.

"Broly-san, when will you be fully grown?"

It sounded like she was asking about growing up, but actually she was asking: when will you be able to really make a child?

"I think Broly is just right as he is now."

Chunji didn't catch the deeper meaning in the Pallum girl's words; as a half-dwarf with an onee-san body type, she preferred partners much smaller than herself — she was a shotacon, and Broly's current half-grown boy physique was actually her favorite.

"Later, let me take care of Wenyi too; I want to play the parent-daughter roleplay game~"

Tiona walked over and said a line, resolving Broly's predicament.

"Okay, then later Tiona you also help take care of Wenyi."

Broly immediately agreed, dodging Liliruca's question.

"A daughter, huh..."

Ais looked thoughtful; Wenyi's demeanor just now reminded her of her childhood self — facing her parents leaving her side to attend to important matters, her young, not-quite-sensible self — and she seemed to have been just like Wenyi, asking her parents similar questions like "When will you come back?"

And that final question, by the time her life started moving forward again, had already passed a millennium; the girl of today now understood the fact that her departed parents would never return.

"Broly, let's finish our business and come back as soon as possible."

Although she hated dragon-type monsters, from little Wenyi Ais saw the shadow of her past young self; the overlap she had produced with Wenyi made the Sword Princess girl subconsciously slip into the role of a mother, and she spoke very seriously to the Saiyan boy beside her.

"Uh, okay."

Broly didn't know why the girl suddenly became so serious, but he still nodded seriously in agreement.

"Broly-san, you didn't answer my question."

Liriluca pursued the question from behind.

"I don't know either. Hmm, let's just go out and handle business first."

The Saiyan boy pushed the door open and left first, striding quickly away from Hearth Manor; only after he had broken free from the Pallum girl's gaze asking about growing up did he let out a long exhale.

Liliruca's questioning made him realize that as his body developed and grew, the growing-up issue he had previously brushed aside would continue to confront him in the future.

【Should I come clean about everything?】

Broly pondered this question, but then recalled the Pallum girl's previous lecture to him — being too honest means you won't encounter a partner...

All the way to the Deiankete Familia's base, Broly still hadn't figured it out; he simply stopped thinking and decided to take it one step at a time regarding the matter of his body developing and growing up.

"Whose family member are you, of which patient?"

The Deiankete Familia's base hung a clinic sign, but compared to Blue Pharmacy it was more like a Western-style hospital. Broly entered inside, went to the reception, and after telling the staff there he wanted to find someone, he was asked this.

The other party didn't raise her head, seemingly treating him as a routine visitor coming to see a patient.

"I'm not a patient's family member, not here to visit the sick. I'm here to find your Familia's Captain, Miss Amide Teasenare."

"Oh, so you're sick and here to see a doctor? Then please make an appointment; Miss Amide is quite busy."

"I'm not sick either; I have other business with your Captain."

Hearing this, the female cat person organizing files behind the front counter finally raised her head.

And upon seeing Broly's appearance, she cried out in surprise: "Tyrant of Extreme Lust?!"

"Are you talking about me?"

Broly pointed at himself in some puzzlement and asked.

"What do you want, coming to find Miss Amide, you bastard?"

The female cat person's voice rose an octave.

The Deiankete Familia members guarding the entrance, hearing the commotion, also quickly ran over.

They hadn't looked closely when he entered just now, but now, upon discovering Broly's identity, they watched him vigilantly together with the front desk's female cat person.

"Could it be that you, this guy, have set your sights on Miss Amide and want to abduct Miss Amide from our Familia?"

The voice of the guard in front trembled slightly, and inside the clinic some patients who should be Adventurers, upon discovering the situation here, also came running over.

Saying things like "Lord Amide has shown me kindness" and "The time to repay the favor has come," they rapidly formed a human wall blocking him right in front of Broly.

"Uh, I do covet Miss Amide (prosthetic limb crafting technique), but you don't have to be this nervous.

I'm the Regiment Commander of the Hestia Familia, not some haphazard robber who abducts people; I came with sufficient sincerity……"

As Broly spoke, he took out multiple Guild Order Tickets worth tens of millions of Valis from his pocket, displaying his sincerity before this group of people.

However, his way of speaking and doing things instead made the Deiankete Familia guards on the opposite side even more nervous; the other party almost subconsciously drew the swords at their waists, pointing the tips at this side, only their sword-holding hands trembled slightly, voices likewise trembling, as they spoke of "swearing to protect Miss Amide to the death."

"Hey, you lot down there making a racket, what exactly are you doing?"

Just then, an old man decked out in gold and silver appeared on the second floor; he leaned on the iron bar and roared down in dissatisfaction.

"Lord Deiankete, it's the Tyrant of Extreme Desire; he has set his sights on Miss Amide……"

The old man who appeared on the second floor was precisely the Main God of the Deiankete Familia; the guard, as if having found a backbone, swiftly reported the situation here.

"Tyrant of Extreme Desire? Oh, that little guy from the Hestia Home who was in the previous two War Games."

The God Deiankete walked down, looking the Saiyan youth up and down.

"You're called Broly, right? Quite the nerve, daring to come to my Familia and poach?"

As Deiankete spoke, he saw the Saiyan youth before him reveal a confused expression, which made him unconsciously touch his white beard on his chin and ask: "You didn't covet my Amide, wanting to abduct her?"

"Uh, I did covet, but it's not poaching."

Broly waved the order tickets in his hand again.

"I'll pay."

"Heh, my Familia isn't short on money, and my Saintess kid isn't someone who can be bought with mere money."

The godly old man decked out in gold and silver, with luxurious gemstone rings on all ten fingers, indeed had great persuasiveness when he said this.

"Lord Deiankete, if you have other conditions, feel free to bring them up."

"Hah, speaking with such confidence? Worthy of being the guy with the fiercest limelight in Orario recently.

However, I personally don't have any conditions; mainly it depends on my own kid's thoughts.

If Amide is willing to go with you, then I won't say anything more.

But if she's unwilling, then no one had better think of forcing my kid!"

"Uh, I never thought of forcing anyone either, just……"

Broly glanced at the group of people behind the other party; he still couldn't figure out why this group was reacting so intensely.

"Your Familia's kids and the others don't even seem prepared to let me see Miss Amide's face."

"You lot, those who should go recuperate go recuperate, those who should guard the gate go guard the gate, what are you doing blocking the way here?"

"Lord Deiankete, we're worried Miss Amide will be abducted by this guy, the Tyrant of Extreme Desire."

Someone answered.

"Save your worry; I still have an eye for people. What this guy said just now is true; he has no intention of forcing anyone."

Deiankete waved his hand, and with this God having spoken, the crowd blocking Broly's front could only disperse.

"Hestia Home's kid, although I don't know your situation, that guy Loki seems to think highly of you, even willing to entrust some of her own beloved kids into your hands.

Hmph, that guy Loki is the craftiest; although there are many rumors about you outside, I'm still willing to trust Loki's judgment and give you, kid, an opportunity.

Come with me; I'll take you to see my Familia's secret treasure, my cute Saintess kid Amide!"

Deiankete led the way in front, Broly followed behind, and surprisingly went up without needing an appointment.

"Thump thump thump~"

Upon reaching the fourth floor, Deiankete knocked on a room door.

"Come in."

A clear, cold voice came from inside.

"Amide, I brought you a pursuer of yours!"

The old man God pushed the door open and entered, directly saying to the person inside.

"Lord Deiankete, you want to use me to make money again?"

A woman in full Angel Attire looked at her own God with a speechless gaze.

"Hey hey hey, you kid don't always think of me, this Main God, like that; this time it's for real."

Deiankete hurriedly stepped aside, exposing Broly who was following behind.

"Tyrant of Extreme Desire?"

Amide blurted out, evidently also recognizing the recent big-name Celebrity who had conducted two War Games, and in one of them beat a Goddess until she was sent back to Heaven.

"My apologies, I currently have no intention of accepting any male's pursuit."

After recognizing who the visitor was, the Battlefield Saintess miss with a head of slightly curly white long hair and an exquisite, pretty face swiftly straightened her face and seriously made a refusing attitude.

"Uh, but I'm not here to pursue you?"

Broly wore a confused face; the Amide before him, though pretty, a cold-type beauty, fundamentally wasn't a Capture target acknowledged by the Crystal Palace.

Amide: "……"

She shifted her gaze onto her own Main God; Deiankete then scratched his head.

"Didn't you say you coveted my Amide?"

"I did covet, but not that kind of covet; in fact, my side is doing some magic research, and we happen to need Miss Amide's prosthetic limb crafting technique. I came to invite Miss Amide to join my Magic Research Laboratory and provide some prosthetic limb technical support."

"So, the Guild Order Tickets you took out are actually?"

"Compensation; if Miss Amide agrees to my invitation, I'm willing to offer her extremely high remuneration."

The pursuer turning into a client made Amide glare at Deiankete; the old man God was somewhat embarrassed, complaining in his mouth that the youth hadn't spoken clearly, and was chased out of the room by Amide.

"Mr. Broly, I'm terribly sorry, my Main God caused some misunderstandings on your end."

The Battlefield Saintess brushed past the matter with a single sentence, and after asking Broly to sit on the examination chair, she said: "I'm currently the director of our Familia's clinic, and also hold a position at the Babel Tower Medical Department, often providing treatment to severely injured adventurers. My daily workload is somewhat heavy, I don't have much free time, so I might not be able to agree..."

"One hundred million Valis a month, hiring you as Technical Consultant for our Magic Laboratory."

Broly interrupted directly.

Hearing this, Amide fell silent, subconsciously performing the Tactical Lean Back motion of a top celebrity.

"Specifically providing prosthetic technology support for us, assisting us in developing prosthetics that need to achieve certain special effects is enough."

These words made the Saintess's breasts lean forward again.

"So, this one hundred million Valis is actually the fee for me to make prosthetics?"

She furrowed her beautiful brows, seemingly wanting to say 【This little money, are you joking with me?】

"No, the prosthetic manufacturing cost is calculated separately, we cover all of it. The one hundred million Valis is a separate Technical Consultant fee for you."

Broly denied.

"Cough cough..."

The Saintess coughed twice, resuming the Tactical Lean Back of an International Superstar.

"Actually, Orario doesn't have that many severely injured people every day.

If Mr. Broly is willing to allow me to take some unscheduled leave when someone needs my treatment.

Then..."

"No problem, as long as Miss Amide provides prosthetic technology support without discount."

Amide has a main job; Broly had heard about it from Fels before coming, and never thought of making this Battlefield Saintess quit her main job to come revive the Magic Laboratory to help with research. So from the start, it was the Boss personally recruiting for a Technical Consultant position.

"Then I wonder, Mr. Broly, what direction of magic does your Magic Research Laboratory research?"

Amide inquired. As Orario's top healer, the more responsible she felt she also needed to be able to provide corresponding technical services. If it was something she couldn't do, it was better not to agree.

"Miss Amide, you need to sign a Guild-certified Non-Disclosure Agreement with me before I can tell you my research direction here."

Broly took out the thing Fels gave him last night and said.

Seeing this, Amide didn't refuse either.

Magic research, actually not much different from Magic Stone product development.

Signing a Non-Disclosure Agreement is standard procedure.

The Saintess decisively signed the agreement, and then heard the four words 【Resurrection Magic】.

"Uh, Mr. Broly, my ears seem to have a problem. Could you say it again?"

"Miss Amide, your ears have no problem. What my Magic Laboratory researches is Resurrection Magic."

Amide: "..."

"I'm a Healer, not a Resurrection Specialist."

Her nickname is Battlefield Saintess, not Battlefield Goddess.

"I know that. The one who truly masters Resurrection Magic is me."

"There really is such a thing as Resurrection Magic?"

"Of course. In fact, I've already successfully resurrected a dead person.

Some time ago on the west side of Orario, didn't a Light Pillar similar to a god's return appear?

That was actually the Gate of the Underworld opening.

Hmm, a mason who fell to his death by accident was resurrected by me. This combat record is verifiable."

Amide: "..."

She actually knew about this matter. After that mason worker revived, his public explanation was that he encountered a kind Healer and was luckily saved.

It's just that when someone asked who the Healer was, he couldn't say who the Healer was. So some people took the healing of the nearly dead mason and attributed it to the Battlefield Saintess, herself.

The reason was that after the other party fell, the first place he was sent to was their Familia's clinic. But at that time she was on duty at Babel Tower, and the one responsible for reception was another Healer from the same Familia.

And the diagnosis given by the same-Familia Healer was death — a corpse that didn't even need an attempt at treatment.

Afterwards, when the mason lived, she thought it was a misdiagnosis by her own clinic's Healer or something, and even went to apologize on behalf of the Familia clinic.

But now it seems, her own Familia's Healer might not have misdiagnosed at all. Rather, someone truly researched Resurrection Magic, succeeded in using it, and even let her carry the background blame — the kind where explanations are useless...

Thinking of this, Amide's complexion became complex. Broly saw the other party's complex expression, and a song that could express Amide's current state of mind suddenly emerged in his consciousness: Mistakenly entering the heavenly home, persuading Yu to put down the sand in hand...

(Chapter End)