Capítulo 61: Chapter 60 - Stalling All Father
Marilyn made due on her promise to her apprentice Jeanne and now the young girl was laying on the ground unconscious in a large pool of sweat.
She knew her apprentice wasn't faking it as she lifted her foot and slammed it onto the blonde girl's head only to get no reaction at all.
"You really need to work on your stamina if you plan on trying to defeat the Four Great Satans." She said while grinding her foot into her apprentice, getting a small groan. Marilyn just liked stepping on people so she couldn't help herself.
It didn't help that her apprentice's antics were quite cute indeed. She had heard once that it was good to indulge a child's imagination and that's exactly what she did. Chaos Saint this, Dark Flame Empress that, while others seemed to find it annoying or even cringe at the fact that the current reincarnation of Joan of Arc seemed so irresponsible Marilyn thought it was good that she was allowed to be a child.
That was why she took in the girl as her apprentice indeed. Children should simply be allowed to be children. Plus she made for a good research subject given that Joan of Arc's soul gave quite a few boons as though it were a high-tier Sacred Gear.
Immunity to curses, natural holy sword user, the power to call on miracles in the same manner as the Angels, the ability to always choose the right path, enhanced charisma, and even a body that would not grow sick.
Undoubtedly out of all the people currently with "the destiny of a hero" she had the capability of being in the top 10. This was good since it meant she wouldn't die easily so long as Marilyn herself didn't cut corners in her training.
Marilyn could hold on to this cuteness for a while.
Moving her foot she bent down and with the care of a mother picked up Jeanne gingerly.
Pausing for a moment she stared at Jeanne's face despite the hellish training the girl was sleeping rather peacefully. Perhaps in fact too peacefully given that she was drooling.
Marilyn herself had always wanted to have kids, she dreamed of an amazing romance full of love and passion and purity like her brothers. However, due to the… circumstances of her birth her beauty made such a thing nearly impossible. Her beauty was a curse that drew out the worst in people.
Men and women alike would fight and kill each other just for the chance to hold her hand.
It was sickening that she would end up with such a curse from a mother that didn't even bat an eye at her existence, but at this point, all she could do is shrug her shoulders and say-
"What can you do?" The sound of a young woman's voice sounded throughout the new abandoned church Marilyn had decided to take up residence in.
"How tedious." Marilyn sighed, a different voice, and likely a different appearance but she still knew exactly who this person was. Looking behind her she saw a young woman with rather average or perhaps small breasts that were barely covered by the tight cloth that could barely be called clothing given how little it covered up.
She also had a very large and cumbersome-looking hat, a shawl or cloak of sorts, and of course, the dead give away of her- no HIS identity an eye patch over his right eye.
"What is it that you want Odin?" Marilyn sighed. Due to Odin's popularity and infamy rivaling that of Zeus and the Buddha he could move around quite freely in territories outside of his own. Even with this however, there was another reason why gods don't just saunter into the territory of others, obviously, that could be seen as a threat of some sort.
Odin however apparently didn't give a rats a** as he just did absolutely whatever he wanted. He was a god that just couldn't sit still ever.
"That's a good question." Odin responded with a vague smile.
"Stop looking at me like that old man. I'll kill you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're staring at my breasts."
"Whattt~ are you seriously implying that I A MARRIED MAN would be looking at you in such a way? Lies and slander I say." The man joked but moved his eyes to the shadow which covered Marilyn's face.
(He did that to piss me off. What an annoying man.) Marilyn thought in annoyance.
"Speaking of man… why is it that you've chosen the form of a woman all of sudden?" Marilyn asked. Like most people, she couldn't possibly understand what this mad god was trying to accomplish by bothering her, however despite her threat and despite not being in his domain she knows that she can't beat him or more accurately she can't kill him.
"Oh, this? Do you like it? I think it's pretty good."
"..."
"And Frigg certainly likes the change in pace~"
"..."
"Boo~ you Caritas really can't take a joke huh?" Odin asked with a pout his cheek puffing up in such a manner that Marilyn may have found it cut if she didn't know who this person was. "Well, if you must know then the answer is obvious. Just like you and Merlin, Cebrail is pretty partial to beautiful blondes~"
"You're catering to nieces' preferences? Am I to take that as an official declaration?"
"You can take it however you want." Odin's casual and completely unbothered tone was really getting on Marilyn's nerves. Seeing that the mage was getting upset he lifted his hands in surrender. "I'm far too sober to argue with you right now."
"Why would you support her? She isn't cute at all…"
"You don't think your own niece is cute?"
"Does it matter that she's my niece? Should I favor her simply because we share blood? Impossible." Marilyn scoffed at this considering the idea a load of bull crap.
"I think she's cute." Odin snicked a bit already understanding why Marilyn was refusing to admit her niece was cute.
"That doesn't answer my question. Why are you supporting her? You have never intervened in Solomon's game unless it was to protect the Red and White Dragon emperors."
"My wife thinks she's cute too." Odin pulled his large hat down hiding his eyes as his previous smile turned into an unreadable neutral line. "She says that Cebrail reminds her of our late son, Baldur. The nigh immortal body, the light power, and so on and so forth. In fact, she's been watching the girl since she was born even before myself."
He pauses for a little while before continuing. "She claims that the girl must be his reincarnation."
"Do you really believe that?" Marilyn asked incredulously.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't~" Odin, pushing back up his hat, immediately transferred back into his normal jovial and childish self. "Maybe she is and maybe she isn't~ though if she is that would mean Ragnarok is right around the corner! Oh, woe is me~"
"I won't humor you any further if you have nothing to say, you riddle-speaking bastard." Marilyn responded to Odin's sudden double speak with an insult born out of pure frustration and annoyance. Why was this guy bugging her in the middle of the night?
Odin just smirked with a shrug, "You know how we men are. Complete slaves to our wives~"
"Tsk." She couldn't tell if he was being serious about the Baldur stuff or not, and she couldn't even catch a single drop of what his motivations actually could be. All she could tell was that he was definitely very intentionally wasting her time. So turning around she decided she would ignore the senile old man undeserving of being called a god.
"Ta-Ta's~" Odin said goodbye but also made a joke.
"You-" Marilyn turned around to tell him that he was nothing but a heretic god and a bastard however when she looked back towards the entrance he had been standing at she found that he was gone and instead the doors were opening.
They opened slowly as though the person on the other side was having trouble; however, she could sense the person on the other side and knew exactly who it was.
The person appeared in front of her once the doors fully opened. It was a little girl with light blue hair with a hint of green that was very elegantly tied up, cold pink eyes with white X's instead of pupils, pointy ears, and the absolute dead giveaway of her true nature large curved oversized horns which seemed to try and make the shape of a heart but weren't long enough to complete it.
It was her brother's one and only retainer, the fallen dragon goddess and the mother of all dragons.
Tiamat the Dragon of Beginnings.
"Tiamat…"
"You haven't been answering master's calls."
"My phone broke and I forgot to buy a new one."
"..."
"..."
The two stared at each other a while before finally, Tiamat nodded but due to the weight of her horns almost caused herself to fall over forcing her to flail her arms in order to catch herself.
Taking a few steps to steady herself she stands back up straight as though to pretend that her mistake never happened.
"Then let us start. The master told me to scold you properly."
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