As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

She pondered:

"She probably doesn't know your name yet."

After walking back and forth a few times, Angelina whispered to herself:

"Your Excellency the Witch will not go to the Kingdom of Poultan on purpose just because of such a trivial matter... and you are going to Farnes soon."

"Because of the previous incident, our relationship with Farnes is very bad. It is impossible for her to go there to trouble you."

"I heard... that witch is a person who [does whatever she wants]."

The silver-haired girl said cautiously, using a less unpleasant adjective:

"As long as someone makes her angry, she will not ignore any consequences."

"If it was Janet's hand that you cut off, she might be angry because of it. But it's just a illusory dream product, and the importance is not even a single hair of hers."

Angelina smiled:

"Do you really think that at her level, she will take revenge on you for such a trivial matter?"

She asked the silver-haired girl to put on her shoes and socks.

Then comforted:

"After I go back, I will find a way to help you remove the traces, so that she will lose your position. Even if she wants to find you on a whim in the future, she will not be able to find your position."

"The rest is on Janet's side."

Having said that, she has a look of embarrassment on her face:

"As long as she doesn't take the initiative to reveal your existence, that Your Excellency will definitely not ask about this matter again, for fear that she will use it as a threat..."

"I hope she's not so boring."

Angelina said uncertainly:

"In short, let's go back first. The sooner this kind of trace is removed, the better. I don't have enough materials around me now."

……

……

"Hey! It hurts!"

The silver-haired girl whose skin was severely burned took a breath and said:

"Removing the mark...is it such a troublesome thing?"

Just now Angelina used a total of twelve elimination methods on her body, each of which was more cruel than the other.

Now her foot has become horrible. If it weren't for the female mentor's equally superb healing skills, this foot would have been useless by now.

"You won't understand."

Angelina straightened up and sighed:

"When you reach the realm of your Excellency, it can be said that you have entered the realm of gods... We are cleaning up the imprint left by a god."

"And it can't be done in an overly aggressive way, otherwise it's tantamount to provoking her."

"How can the mark of God be so difficult to remove?"

The silver-haired girl was stunned.

——Because she remembered the brand of the goddess behind Vanessa.

I just used divine power to cut off that piece of skin at the beginning, so there should be no problem, right?

"maybe."

Angelina replied:

"The power of gods is also divided into strong and weak, and some weak gods are not as good as [half gods]."

"But my teacher, and Janet's teacher, will not be inferior even compared to the powerful gods... so it is very troublesome to clean up."

She poured potions on the burned skin of the silver-haired girl, grinning someone's teeth in pain.

"Okay, that should be fine."

After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and tidied up all the bottles and jars next to her, letting the silver-haired girl get off the ground.

"Bones seem to be fine...just some flesh pains."

Feeling that her movements were not affected, the silver-haired girl settled down.

"Mr. Angelina, I have a request."

She turned her head and looked at the materials enviously:

"Can you teach me how to use these things? I have a friend who also offended the gods and was also imprinted on his body."

"Which god is it?"

Angelina was a little surprised:

"Now all the existences with godheads are gone... there shouldn't be any left here."

"It should be the goddess of water."

The silver-haired girl learned to be smart, and didn't call the goddess by her name this time:

"She carved a mark on my friend's back, as if she was going to make her an envoy of some kind of god..."

Selectively told the story of Vanessa, she hugged the arm of the female tutor, and begged:

"Since you can cure me, you should also be able to cure her."

"Unfortunately, it is impossible for me to offend a god for my teacher."

Angelina replied helplessly:

"However, I can teach you how to save her. It's up to you whether you can do it."

"Thank you, mentor Angelina! I can definitely do it."

The silver-haired girl cheered up and saluted her.

"—then take these away."

Seeing her serious expression, Angelina couldn't help but smile:

"As for the technique, I will give you a document later, just follow the above."

The silver-haired girl packed a large bag of bottles and cans, and carefully carried them home.

"Huh... It feels like I haven't been home for a long time."

Looking at the familiar scenery around her, she inexplicably felt a sense of peace of mind:

"It's a pity that I don't have time to rest now. I have to learn how to clear the mark."

He opened the information Angelina gave him, and before reading two pages, the doorbell suddenly rang outside.

"Who? So annoying."

She deliberately ignored it.

But the doorbell kept ringing, which annoyed her a little.

"I want to see which bastard it is!"

The silver-haired girl rolled up her sleeves angrily, and wanted to settle accounts with the harasser who rang the doorbell.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, a frail and boneless body fell into her arms.

"Janet?"

She hugged this delicate body in a daze, a little at a loss:

"What's wrong with you?"

"—Big sister, save me!"

Janet raised her head in her arms, her face was full of panic, completely different from the image of the witch before:

"Someone, a bad guy, is chasing me and trying to take me away."

"...what the hell are you doing?"

The silver-haired girl looked at the witch in confusion:

"Is this a new way of playing?"

"Forget it, you come in first."

Seeing the surprised eyes around her, she hurriedly pulled Jane into the yard and closed the gate.

"Woo... big sister, those people are so scary, woo woo..."

After Janet came in, she began to cry, wiping away her tears:

"The villain also recruited a group of people to come to me. I found out about your home, so I came to ask you for help...Can you help me?"

She lay on the silver-haired girl's chest and asked.

It can be seen that both her eyes are swollen from crying, and her eyes look innocent, without any appearance of acting.

But someone doesn't believe this.

She sneered, took a step back, and folded her arms:

"Pretend, you continue to pretend."

She pursed her lips and said:

"Should I give you another candy? Sister Janet?"

At this moment, there was a deafening sound of horseshoes on the street behind her!

"His Majesty the King is here—!"

Not long after, a mighty voice came.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of dismounting sounds, and countless footsteps quickly approached the door!