Chapter 15 "Please give it back to me." "Come and get it yourself."...

The three women made no attempt to hide their shock; Victoria even spoke up, exclaiming in surprise, "What?"

Even if the memory is wrong, his birth does not meet the conditions for causing a disaster.

Whose baby is capable of causing the world to end from the moment it's born?

Even if they're given the title of gods, this is still an exaggeration, isn't it?

Moreover, he... he's only twenty-one?

The three were momentarily unsure whether to be shocked that his age was completely unsuitable for causing a disaster, or that the god was actually so young.

In modern worldviews, deities are considered ancient and mysterious beings, and due to their antiquity, their existence is impossible to verify. Few people today truly believe in the existence of deities; most treat them merely as legends or myths.

Even if a rule-based curse like that of Peninsula Pier existed in the world, people would only think it was the work of other forces.

Take Buster, for example, an absolute atheist.

This is actually quite contradictory; he didn't believe in the existence of gods. He simply heard that the other party had the ability to bring the dead back to life, and on a whim, he led a band of dozens of bandits to attack. In contrast, the three ladies were willing to believe in the existence of gods, especially after seeing Reinhardt. However, they also fell into a misconception, mistakenly believing that gods were all very old.

At the very least, they should be like dragons or other long-lived species, having lived for tens of thousands of years.

and……

"Can gods really have children?" Victoria asked. "Is your father a god, or what is your mother...? No, they're actually accusing a nursery massacre perpetrator?!"

“I don’t know.” The beautiful blonde princess slowly shook her head. “I have no concept of father or mother. I have lived in the church since I was born. According to the divination of the judges, the god who massacred the city was reincarnated as a newborn, trying to escape judgment. And they identified me as such because I have the same divine power as that god.”

The three girls looked at each other strangely, with a mixture of sympathy and doubt. They had made many guesses, but they never expected such a... slanderous guess about a newborn.

Madonna carefully calculated her age and exclaimed in surprise, "I heard you were imprisoned for five or six years... You were only fifteen or sixteen when they arrested you?!"

My God! He's still a teenager!

Victoria: "How could such an absurd thing happen? They just arrest people randomly without even checking anything?!"

Madonna remained calm, took a sip of tea, and then interjected with a cold laugh.

"What the people need is the real culprit who massacred the city, and what the rulers need is the real culprit who appeases the people."

As long as they can consolidate their rule and maintain peace, they don't care who the real culprit is.

The methods used by royalty and nobility.

Celine rubbed the throbbing veins near her temples, trying to remain calm as she said, "Didn't you argue?"

After saying that, Celine regretted asking the question. Those people were so ruthless that they would throw someone into the dungeon based solely on the results of a divination; even if Reinhardt tried to argue, they wouldn't listen.

The blindfolded son of the god rubbed his fingertips on the handle of the cup.

“I tried,” he said softly. “At first, I tried to talk to the soldiers guarding me. Some of them believed me, but soon they disappeared.”

"Not long after, I was put under a silencing spell."

Those with a conscience might be willing to believe him, but once they do, they will be branded as traitors.

Buster listened to the story in silence, his eyes darkening slightly, as if he understood the rumors about the Son of God being skilled at bewitching people.

The three ladies were so intelligent; how could they not have made that connection?

Reinhardt, the protagonist of this turmoil, did not elaborate much on his experience. He simply said calmly, "When they tried to harm me, a power within me known as divine power protected me. So they might be right; I am indeed connected to that god."

Otherwise, how can we explain how an ordinary human being could survive to this day without water and food?

Madonna and Victoria had no way to refute it. Their motivation for rescuing Reinhardt was also based on their belief that Reinhardt was the son of God.

The topic seemed to be getting heavy, so Victoria changed the subject and turned to Buster, who had remained silent the whole time.

"Chief, where in the Western Continent are we headed next? Will we pass through Duogu City? There's an exhibition there next month, and I'd like to buy some jewelry."

Buster, sipping his tea, raised an eyebrow, glanced at Victoria from head to toe, and said to her, "Do you have eight necks? I bet your jewelry stacked up could buy another Infinity."

Victoria rolled her eyes at him, as if he were a turtle chanting sutras.

“It’s time to set sail.” Celine, who was in charge of managing the ship’s machinery, glanced at the time, put down her teacup, and stood up. “I’m going to do some final checks.”

“I’ll help.” Victoria stood up.

Madonna, the first mate, stretched and said, "I should probably go patrol and inspect the ship too. Reinhardt, shall we go downstairs?"

She looked at the Son of God. Under her gaze, he shook his head, raised his chin, and gave a gentle and polite smile.

"Thank you, but I can manage on my own, please don't worry."

Is it really possible? Madonna frowned as she looked at the leader, sensing that this was the greatest danger.

Buster gave her a sly smile.

……childish!

After Madonna left, only Reinhardt and Buster remained in the glass-enclosed flower tea room.

Setting down his teacup, Reinhardt turned his head toward the Storm Leader.

"How are Mr. Mark and that other gentleman?"

"You still have the mind to care about others?" The sharp-tongued leader, arms crossed and sitting lazily, retorted first, then changed the subject, "They're getting along very well, even their arguments are earth-shattering, they're probably hiding in their room crying right now."

Arguing...and crying?

It seems a lot happened while he was asleep.

Buster has a sharp tongue and never misses an opportunity to make sarcastic remarks.

"There's nothing to worry about. Just listen when the ship sets sail. Romeo and Juliet will have to put on another show."

He's tired of seeing it all the time.

Reinhardt asked earnestly, "What is Romeo and Juliet?"

The Storm Leader chuckled, loosened his crossed legs, and leaned closer to Reinhardt. The distance between them suddenly closed, and Reinhardt felt a slight warmth beside him.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but the wicked leader beside him sat back down before he could.

His deep voice carried a frivolous smirk as he said, "Want to know? Beg me."

Reinhardt remained silent, slowly lowering his head, choosing to ignore the Storm Leader.

The latter wasn't angry at being ignored; instead, he found it amusing to bully the god's son, who seemed so dull and brooding.

Playful and unrestrained, the Storm Leader reached out and yanked off the ribbon hanging from the Son of God's hair. His fingers twirling the soft ribbon, the Storm Leader placed his hand in front of Reinhardt, teasing him deliberately: "Want some?"

Reinhardt: ...

In truth, Reinhardt had no need for the ribbon; the Storm Leader's pranks meant nothing to him.

But the ribbon was the result of careful selection by the three ladies, and Reinhardt did not want to disappoint them.

After a moment of silence, Reinhardt earnestly spoke.

"Please give it back to me."

Buster leaned back, settling comfortably into the armchair. His fingers twirled the ribbon, his gaze tracing Reinhardt's handsome features.

"Come and get it yourself."

Reinhardt couldn't reach it by reaching out, so Buster deliberately created some distance. Reinhardt had to stand up, leaning on the table for support, and slowly approach Buster. Her brightly colored fishtail skirt swayed with her movements, shimmering in the sunlight.

Buster used up his limited patience waiting, even finding it amusing, his gaze fixed on the Son of God. He also kept an eye on the other's legs, which were covered by the hem of his skirt, worried that something might happen to him in those few short steps.

Unsurprisingly, the unexpected did occur.

"Waaah—"

Flags unfurled, sails hoisted, horns sounded, and the ship set sail!

A tremendous sound suddenly exploded in Reinhardt's ears, who had lost his sight but whose other senses were more acute.

The poor son of the god was startled, his body trembled violently, and he staggered backward.

Buster, the Storm Leader who had been watching him intently, suddenly narrowed his eyes and almost reflexively reached out his hand...

A note from the author:

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Storm Leader (Untying Ribbon): Show your face boldly, what's there to be afraid of!

Reinhardt is attracting everyone's attention.

Storm Leader (gritting his teeth while tying the ribbon): Tie it up properly! Don't show any skin!

Reinhardt looked bewildered.