The Protagonists Of The Novel Escaped – Chapter 63

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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Ludmilla, who had shown resolute confidence to Edanant.

She was currently buried in her office, processing mountains of paperwork.

After many twists and turns, they had achieved victory.

But the victory gained by the Valtarian Empire was merely a glory full of wounds.

The emperor’s palace, which had boasted a grand history, had collapsed.

The outer areas of the imperial palace had been completely burned due to the rebel army’s sudden attack, and the city streets where unidentified monsters had rampaged were devastated to the point where not even a single foundation stone could be seen.

How should one accept such a miserable result?

The golden-haired princess put down her pen with a heavy sigh.

“Sigh… I made such bold promises to Edanant.”

She wanted to immediately find a stage to dance a splendid waltz with Edanant.

But the mountain of paperwork didn’t allow even a moment of leisure.

If she said it was difficult now, wouldn’t he be very disappointed?

Maybe he might even lose interest in me…

Words once spoken cannot be taken back.

Even as one of the Seven Strongest in the Empire, she didn’t have the ability to turn back time.

Ludmilla revealed her complex feelings while repeatedly leaning back in her chair and standing up.

What was tormenting her now was not the mountain of paperwork, but the fear that she might not be able to keep her promise with Edanant.

‘To think Edanant was an apostle serving the Disaster God of War… There was no sign of it at all.’

In the midst of her worries, Ludmilla’s expression suddenly darkened.

The Apostle of War.

She recalled the man in black armor armed with numerous firearms.

Edanant’s appearance, deploying thousands of firearms in the air, exuded a heavy pressure as if perfectly embodying the ‘Disaster God of War’.

The divine status of War that had expanded explosively was chilling even to recall.

War.

She had witnessed war before her eyes.

Thinking about that time made her hands tremble reflexively.

Ludmilla, continuing her fear, furrowed her brow and tried hard to suppress the trembling.

‘Why am I shaking…! Edanant is Edanant! Edanant is different from other Meiros! He’s a benefactor who has saved the imperial family and the empire many times!’

He had saved her younger sister.

He had stood against the Apostle of the Disaster God for her older sister and father.

And he had saved numerous people who had been swept up in unreasonable violence.

To Ludmilla, Edanant was an object of reverence.

She loved him as a man while simultaneously respecting him as a hero.

Recalling the emotions she had felt while looking at his back, she shook off her fear towards the Disaster God of War.

“The relief supplies sent by the nobles have just arrived.”

“Your Highness, the number of citizens trying to leave the imperial capital has greatly increased. We need countermeasures as soon as possible…”

She wanted to meet Edanant.

She wanted to meet him quickly and hear the detailed circumstances.

What he had gone through in the past,

For what reason he had come into contact with the Disaster God of War.

She needed to hear his answers to completely shake off the doubts plaguing her mind.

But the adversities pouring in from all over the imperial capital wouldn’t let Ludmilla go.

Reports poured in as if not to allow even a moment’s respite to calm her mind.

“Mila sister!”

Would she not be allowed even a moment’s rest?

Just one hour…

No,

Even just 30 minutes would be fine.

A lively voice burst into the desolate space filled only with sighs of worry.

It was Elizaveta.

At her younger sister’s sudden intrusion, Ludmilla briefly relaxed her expression.

“Let’s go quickly, we’ll be late at this rate!”

“Suddenly, where…?”

“Geez, sister is so forgetful! You promised to dance with Edanant!”

“……”

Ludmilla showed a stiff reaction to the sudden proposal.

At that, Elizaveta raised her sister with both hands and led her to the stage where Edanant was waiting.

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Where on earth are we going?

This isn’t the direction to the banquet hall…

Ludmilla, who had changed into a banquet dress at the urging of her older sister Isabel and younger sister Elizaveta, arrived at an unknown place following the Luinongs.

An underground world cut off from the outside.

A space filled with brilliantly shining white crystals.

At the center of the space was a simple village created for innocent fairies.

But unfortunately, most of the village had turned into ruins as if several bombings had occurred.

It was very familiar.

As Ludmilla slowly scanned her surroundings, she felt an uncanny sense of déjà vu.

Finally, she realized that she had returned to the place where Edanant had fought a life-and-death battle with the Fresh Blood Apostle.

“This way! This way!”

“God made it in no time! God is really amazing!”

The Luinongs urged her on while taking bouncy steps.

At their continued urging, Ludmilla moved without even having time to feel bewildered.

She passed through the desolate space surrounded by ruins.

Then she reached a mysterious terrace that seemed to have come out of a fairy tale book.

“Th-This place…”

Ludmilla was at a loss for words at the sight of the paradise decorated with vibrant flower beds.

The terrace built in the fairies’ paradise was more beautiful than any scenery she had seen before.

Heavenly flowers laden with dew.

White crystals shone softly around like stage lights.

She felt as if she had become the protagonist of a fairy tale dropped into a mysterious space.

As Ludmilla crossed the terrace, stepping on the floor decorated with top-grade marble, she came face to face with the person she had been longing for.

She felt her breath stop for a moment at the unexpected reunion.

“E-Edanant… You came too?”

“Somehow I was dragged here by the Luinongs.”

Edanant and Ludmilla blushed, feeling mutual embarrassment.

It was because of the terrace decorated so luxuriously that it felt rather burdensome.

What should we do now?

An awkward atmosphere descended, like the incident in the hospital room.

As if urging the awkward novices, music began to play.

Elizaveta, who had been watching the situation with the Luinongs, felt impatient and turned on the gramophone.

“Would you dance to one song with me, Ludmilla?”

A stage set up more luxuriously than the imperial palace’s banquet hall.

Sweet waltz music flowing from the gramophone.

They decided to comply with Elizaveta’s obvious intentions.

Edanant extended his hand while politely bowing.

At that, Ludmilla showed a hesitant reaction but eventually accepted Edanant’s hand.

“I’m sorry… for getting you involved in this forcefully.”

“It’s rather an honor to dance with you, Ludmilla.”

The waltz is the most popular dance in the social circles of the Valtarian Empire.

That’s why even Edanant and Ludmilla, who were novices in socializing and dancing, could dance the waltz skillfully.

They grasped each other’s hands.

And they leaned on each other while turning in circles.

Firm muscles could be felt every time they held each other’s bodies.

The closer they pressed together, the more their sweet scents stimulated each other’s sense of smell.

As they continued the waltz, Edanant and Ludmilla looked at each other and opened their mouths.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to wear the suit you gifted me at the tailor shop…”

“Hehe, it’s alright. Let’s go to the tailor shop again later and get another one.”

The suit had become tattered while fighting the priest knights of the Disaster God at the clock tower.

As if to prove this, Edanant was wearing casual clothes, unlike Ludmilla who was dressed in a banquet gown.

When Edanant apologized for this, Ludmilla chuckled and answered.

Although she had gifted him a suit worth an astronomical amount, she didn’t mind at all.

It was an unavoidable loss incurred while fighting against the forces of the Disaster God that had invaded the Valtarian Empire.

“Edanant.”

“Yes.”

“I… don’t care what kind of being you are.”

“……”

An endless calamity.

The Disaster God of War.

An apostle serving a Disaster God.

The hidden member of the Saintess Party, the ‘Warmonger’.

The aspects she had faced so far were only a tiny portion.

To the extent that it seemed so, the man called Edanant was hiding numerous facets.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t afraid.

She still felt fear at the image of Edanant who had unleashed the blessing of War.

But Ludmilla grasped Edanant’s thick hands tightly, showing infinite trust.

As if expressing that her heart would not change even if he were to become a monster someday.

“Ludmilla.”

“…Yes.”

Edanant held Ludmilla’s slender waist and lowered his head.

And Ludmilla, though embarrassed, pursed her plump lips in response.

Just as their lips were about to touch,

Edanant and Ludmilla discovered something and froze in place.

“Smooch smooch. It’s smooch smooch!”

“Hoeh…! It’s not a pretty princess in the forest, but a pretty auntie in the forest.”

They felt countless gazes.

It was the Luinongs who were secretly peeking at Edanant and Ludmilla’s tryst.

Elizaveta was there too.

In both her hands were signs that read “Kiss already!”

“Ahaha! After the ball, you’ll be filing for marriage next, won’t you?”

And furthermore-

Next to the Platinum Princess was a silver-haired saintess exuding a chilling aura like a white-haired witch.

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While the beautiful sound of waltz music and boisterous voices continued,

A woman who closely resembled Elizaveta was focusing on repair work with a pickaxe on her shoulder.

“Life… no, divine life really sucks.”

A safety helmet pulled down tight.

A towel wrapped around her neck and a safety vest worn outside.

The woman swinging a pickaxe with loud clangs was Broyan, the goddess of the Luinongs.

Currently, she was working overtime due to the coercion of the villainous princess who was threatening her using the Luinongs as an excuse.

The results were excellent.

In less than half a day, she had achieved the feat of recreating a luxurious terrace of the divine realm.

Having completed the terrace at such a rapid pace, Broyan continued her work to rebuild the paradise shattered by the apostles of the Disaster God.

Broyan’s appearance, mixing cement in a concrete mixer, looked like that of a seasoned work foreman.

Boom!!!!

Just as she was pouring cement from an opened bag,

Pure white lightning bolts struck down from the sky, destroying the terrace without a trace.

Witnessing this, Broyan collapsed in shock.

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