There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Chapter 536. A Divine Spoil

"It’s been a while," Zein did not bother with glib and addressed the Goddess directly.

Well, it was through Her proxy, but same different.

"Indeed," the Goddess smiled through Her proxy; the pale blue eyes gleamed beneath the dimming Sky Garden. "I have been drowning in anxiety for the past two years."

"You are?" Zein raised his brows in surprise--not for the fact that the Goddess felt anxious, but because She said it so blatantly.

If it was meant to make him more relaxed, it worked.

"Is there a need for pretense between us anymore?" the Goddess shrugged. "It’s not like you’re going to ever change your mind and become my Saint in the future."

"True," Zein chuckled and crossed the last border.

This time, Frejya did not invite him to sit on the boulder, but on a proper picnic blanket with a chees and fruit board. A bottle of wine and two glasses were there too, one of them already filled and refilled.

"You’ve been drinking?" Zein arched his brow as he took a seat on the picnic blanket.

"I told you I’ve been anxious," the Goddess grumbled, not at all looking like a deity at that moment.

Zein looked curiously at the flickering glowing eyes. "Is it because of our last battle?"

"Obviously," she let out a sigh and took the filled wine glass before gulping it as if it were grape juice. Zein wondered if it wasn’t actually a wine and poured a glass himself. It was. The Goddess let out another long sigh. "A clone...I didn’t know that clown was strong enough to make a clone--that bastard is stronger than I initially thought."

"Language," Zein narrowed his eyes, placing his palm over the twitching long ears on his lap. "We have an innocent rabbit here."

"Pfft--" It felt rather scandalous hearing a Goddess giggling, but the atmosphere of picnic and wine was rather supportive. "Oh, you’re calmer than I thought."

"Because we’re still trying," Zein shrugged and sipped on the wine. He had held himself from drinking in the Deathzone, but it should be alright to let loose for a little bit in the Temple. "If there’s nothing more we could do to make a difference--that’s when I’ll start despairing."

The Goddess smiled and put her glass down, perhaps finally calming down her nerves after witnessing Zein’s nonchalant disposition.

"Besides," the blue eyes gleamed as they flicked toward the Goddess. "You calling me here meant you’re going to help me somewhat," Zein curled his lips. "Right?"

"What a rascal..." the Goddess twisted her lips.

Zein chuckled.

"A robber."

He laughed at how accurately the Goddess calling out to him. Indeed, he had every intention of not going back without anything. Just because She was the Goddess, didn’t mean She could just take him away without giving him compensation. He did not leave his beloved esper behind just to have a picnic in the northern land.

"...I was about to tell my children to try and contact you, but I felt your presence first not far from here, so I quickly made a move," The Goddess sighed again--that was the most Zein had heard her sighing

"Because of the battlefield recording?"

If Elena knew about it, there was no way the Goddess did not.

"Yes," She nodded.

Zein looked up and frowned slightly. "But that was...weeks ago."

"...I hate to admit it, but our flow of information from other regions is rather...snail-like," the Goddess cleared Her throat, sounding rather embarrassed.

In the first place, Temple rarely had any interest in dungeon raiding, because espers were the ones coming to them if they needed help. They would send people if there were any requests, but otherwise, they kept to themselves. Fast information about the sentinel community was not the top priority for the Temple. While the news still came, it would be several days or weeks slower.

Especially if it came to news from another region. So the Temple of Frejya only received the circulating clips a few days ago.

There was nothing wrong with that, honestly, but it was funny seeing the Goddess get flustered. Zein hid his laugh by stuffing his mouth with grapes.

"Haa..." another long sigh from the supposedly graceful Mother of Summer. "For now, let me see your memory about the last battle," she straightened her posture, suddenly looking all serious. "I’ll try to decipher who it was exactly."