Chapter 169 The smuggling attempt fails, the dragon-man cat in the rain...
Fulina, don't trust anyone.
Do not trust Navelette, but trust the embodiment of justice.
He was loved by you for his righteous judgment, and today he will be feared by you for his righteousness.
Because you cannot be certain of that justice, that justice...
How will this happen to these innocent victims!
"Lady Furna? ...I think this is somewhat unreasonable. Mr. Mainkun should be handed over to the guard."
"Everyone says the Fools are bandits and robbers, but in my opinion, this Fontaine may not be inferior to Winter."
Don't trust anyone, Funina.
Your guards will resist your orders due to their skepticism, and a notorious former executive officer can even pose as a protector.
"The order in Fontaine doesn't seem to be as strict as it's been said."
"Wait! Even if he really committed a serious crime, it shouldn't warrant divine punishment, right?!"
Why are you acting so anxious towards me? Are you afraid he'll suffer? Are you afraid he'll die a violent death? You erroneous subject?
But you should have known before you brought him here that Fontaine's laws do include the death penalty!
Don't trust anyone, Funinna!
He has been driven to despair by wolves and tigers, and has been betrayed by nations. At this moment, only you, only you who know the whole truth, have the reason to save him!
"Make way, Vizier of Mount Sumeru."
With her chin slightly raised, the god was arrogant and frivolous. Funina placed her palm directly on the back of the wheelchair, staring at the adult man holding the armrests with the body of a young girl.
"Is it because Nasita has been too lenient with you, making you mistakenly believe that the Demon God is an easy-going being?"
"What does it matter to you that I punish the criminals of my country? Rest assured, I will naturally avenge the injustice of being enslaved into a servant on behalf of Sumeru. As for now, Vizier, let go."
Her heart was pounding, but Funina smiled and raised her heterochromatic eyes to meet Elhesen's gaze.
Can a person have such cold eyes? Funina almost thought her soul would be frozen, but fortunately, it didn't take long before those sharp eyes showed a hint of confusion, and then quietly retreated.
"As you wish, please, Your Majesty."
"Elheisen! Are you insane?! How could you give her the Wise King?!"
"!"
Ignoring the infighting within the Sumeru faction, Funina immediately grabbed the handle of her wheelchair and used her body heat to cover the lingering heat left by Elhesen.
God of Justice...
I actually did it.
"Things have come to this."
Clarin sighed, wondering what madness the gods were up to again, and could only let it be as it always did.
"Lady Funina, let me help you push."
"I'll do it myself!"
Funina, who rarely does physical labor, was surprisingly stubborn this time. She glanced around at the Meloshen guards in the harbor with barely concealed panic, then used her waist and legs to push the person onto her patrol boat quickly and forcefully. The movement was so large that even her dress, which was not suitable for exercise, showed signs of tightness.
"Lady Funina?"
Clarinde was genuinely curious this time.
"Why would you target a criminal who has been charged in multiple countries..."
"..."
Without even a perfunctory answer, as soon as he boarded the ship and the wheelchair was placed down, the deity spun around to face the sinner, squatted down, and stared intently at the unconscious cat-eared youth.
"?"
Clarinde bent down slightly to look as well, but couldn't discern anything unusual. She could only see that although the person was weak and haggard, his extremely beautiful appearance was undeniable.
The lynx that Navia and I once tracked down turned out to be like this when it grew up.
Clarind had a premonition that this face would dominate the headlines of every newspaper, from the Steambird to the lowest-ranking tabloids.
So the water god treated him specially because he was beautiful? That's somewhat possible, after all, Funina usually appreciates beautiful things...
"..."
As she looked on, Claurind suddenly felt a pang of regret.
"If I had the strength I have now back then, I might have been able to help Navelette capture him during the lynx hunt."
She looked down at Mainkuhn's severed hand with regret.
"It's better than letting him commit more crimes later and go astray."
"No."
The silent god suddenly spoke, his voice low and intermittent, like a groan.
"You know nothing, you know absolutely nothing..."
"Lady Funina, what do I need to know?"
"..."
The groans stopped abruptly.
"grown ups?"
Just as the guard was about to ask further questions, he heard the usually friendly Funina issue an order in an extremely authoritative voice.
"Clorind, turn around, don't look at me."
"yes."
The commands of the gods must be obeyed; Clarind turned around and obeyed faithfully.
But at the same time, she also took out a small mirror with a yellow rose pattern from her pocket and secretly placed it in her palm to peek.
"...!"
Clarinde, the hunter of shadows, the selfless judge.
In the mirror, she saw the carefree goddess, the star loved by millions, placing her noble head on the neck of a sinner, her shoulders trembling, the trembling gradually intensifying.
...What's this? Lady Funina is crying?!
She was really crying, though there wasn't a sound. But when she reached out and hugged the person's body repeatedly, and when she pressed the person's severed arm against her cheek to feel it, her neck, which was red from holding her sobs, and her face were wet. She was crying hard, but there wasn't a sound.
"!!!?"
Even gods cry? Or are they crying while holding a lynx? Clarind held her breath, intently moving the mirror to see more details. She had a premonition that she had accidentally witnessed some terrible secret.
But the gods were stingy and unwilling to give too many details. After several strong embraces, the white-haired girl released the young man, tears welling in her eyes, and put him back in the initial position. She then took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes and face, and fanned her skin to cool it down. She cried silently for a while, and then silently returned to her elegant dominance.
Finally, she began to smile again, initially with a hint of bitterness and distortion, but it quickly became natural and familiar.
Finally, she smiled and mouthed to the sinner.
[Your true face is a thousand times more beautiful than the one depicted on the wanted poster. Today, I have finally had the chance to see it for myself.]
...We've never met before? That doesn't seem like it.
"Clorind, turn back."
"Uh-huh."
"What's wrong? You look tired."
Funina laughed at her, then casually added, "Change the destination. I want to go to Harbor Harbour."
“Hmm…hmm?” Clorind snapped out of her reverie and looked hesitantly at Mainkuhn. “Shouldn’t we go to the opera house or Moman Palace first?”
"With me here, are you worried the prisoner will escape?" Funina teased with a laugh. "Alright, everyone's been saying the water level in Fontainebleau has started rising again in recent years, right? I'll go to the port and see if it's affecting traffic. I'll be right back after I'm done..."
I remember you've already watched it many times...
Suppressing her doubts, Clarind did not raise any objections, but she followed Funina's footsteps a little closer after disembarking.
As soon as she arrived at the port, she greeted the passing caravans, "Hey, my dear subjects! Look at these plump, bubbly oranges, where will you spread the blessings of Fontainebleau?"
"Spread blessings? Yes, yes, Lady Funina! The lockdown order has been lifted, I'm going to Inazuma to sell some bubble oranges, please bless me with great profits!"
"oh……"
As her interest waned, she asked a few more random questions and quickly turned to another caravan.
"Dear friends! Where are you and your goods headed?"
...
“Mond? This…”
After asking several more caravans, Funina's expression brightened when she heard one particular answer.
"Clorind, you can sit here and rest. I'll find someone to chat with. Don't worry, I'll stay within your sight and won't leave!"
Clarinde watched Frynn walk through the crowd, her skirt billowing like leaping waves.
Her people kept trying to talk to her, like a reef attempting to stop the waves.
"Lady Funina! Please bless me with a safe journey!"
"Look at how uneasy you are, Lady Funina will definitely be worried! After all, look, the gods even had to drain the seawater to protect us from disaster!"
"Yes, it's really reassuring to have Lady Funina around!"
"I didn't do it," the god said, turning back to him.
"Lady Funina is joking again. If it weren't for you, who else could have accomplished such a great feat?"
"Who knows?" The white-haired girl changed the subject listlessly. "Maybe some patriotic fool scooped it up spoonful by spoonful?"
"Hey! How could that be? He'd probably work himself to death in the sea and still not be able to scoop up even a tiny bit!"
Funina stopped talking and began to hum a song softly. Most people listened quietly to her gentle, water-like voice, but occasionally a few noisy people would emerge.
"Lady Furina, I heard that Lynx, a serial killer who has committed crimes in multiple countries, has been arrested. Will this affect Fontaine's international image?"
Sigh, I can't even sing properly.
Even so, she didn't leave Harbor; she just sat next to Clarinde, watching over her, lost in thought.
At this moment, Clarinde cautiously glanced at her still-good complexion.
"Lady Funina, what are you waiting for?"
"Wait for the moon to rise, wait for the legendary moon goddess to scatter hope, and for the flowers of the future to bloom along the water's edge."
How do gods interact with each other? Clarind believes they don't get along very well because Fryna has yet to meet the grass god and the thunder god, leaving all communication to Navelette.
"Are you really waiting for the moon goddess?" she asked, grasping the deity's wrist in return.
"Aren't we waiting for the devout believers you just bribed to smuggle Mr. Mainkuen onto the merchant ship bound for Nordkale?"
...
What are you saying?
Her tone was calm, but the violently fluctuating pulse did not lie.
“Isn’t Mainkun on my ship? My guards will keep a close watch on him…”
“That’s not difficult to handle. Just give any of the devout believers you’ve bribed a personal token that represents you. Once the guards see it, they’ll naturally let them take the person away… Even if you have no choice but to forcibly take him, with the strongest of us being held captive here, the chances of winning against the other colleagues who are caught off guard are not high.”
Clarinde stared intently at the god with her purple eyes, while Frynn tilted her head slightly, revealing a somewhat confused expression.
"Your newly written script? It's not very rigorous."
They put up a stubborn resistance.
"Let me teach you how to make the changes, first..."
"Lady Funina."
Clarinde remained expressionless, but felt a pang of pity in her heart.
"Please, take a look back."
"Hmm? What trick are you playing now?"
Funina smiled and turned around.
...
Clarinde felt the artery beneath her hand throb violently, followed by a wave of almost stagnant cold.
"Ms. Funina."
The tall judge stood behind her, his arms supporting the one-armed youth with great force, as if to protect him, or perhaps to imprison him.
"Do you have anything to explain?"
Clarind had considered that, faced with the judge she had summoned, Frynn might have many first reactions to protect her dignity.
An arrogant reprimand, such as, "I am a god! There is no need for me to explain myself to you!"
A blustering but ultimately weak threat, such as, "What? Villette, you're asking me, are you planning a rebellion?"
These were all very common reactions, but she never thought of this one.
“...Naviette.”
The god's face still held a smile, but tears were streaming down his face.
"Put him down right now!!!"
She rose, twisted, and leaped, almost forgetting her dignity, as Furness grabbed Mainkuen's drooping arm and pulled it down.
"Put it down right now!!!"
"Lady Funina!"
Clarind immediately stood up, using her body to shield the god from her outburst, and was relieved that many of the people here had already been ordered to disperse by the judge.
"Let go! Let go! Let him go!!"
“Stop… Please don’t blame Lady Funina, she’s in a bad mood today.” She tried to explain to Navelette.
"I know."
Claudia soon realized that she had given unnecessary explanations.
A distinct look of grief appeared on the judge's handsome face.
"Please stop, Ms. Funina..."
The deity wouldn't listen and stubbornly kept pulling, so Violet stepped back with her right foot, straightened her spine, touched the ground with one knee, and lowered her gaze to shoulder level. As Frynn wished, Mainkun was put down.
"let go!"
Not satisfied, she tried to pry open the judge's hand that was holding the cat.
When she reached into Navilette's arms, Navilette freed one hand and firmly wrapped it around the girl's shoulder, pressing her against his chest.
"Please believe me, Funina."
“The pain in Vilette’s heart is no less than yours.”
"Then let him go! Let him go!"
A tear fell onto the scarf on the dragon's chest.
"no way."
O righteous Dragon King, he embraced his battered student with one arm and held the grieving god with the other, his eyes without tears, yet a gentle rain began to fall from the sky.
The rain intensified.
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