Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “Eh? What? That power is resistible?” Gula was as confused as Mammon. Unlike the powers of other Evil Gods, Mammon’s power wasn’t the offensive type, so she had always thought that it couldn’t be resisted. Yet Loren’s greatsword wasn’t snatched away, and he was able to continue attacking Mammon. This completely overturned her belief that the only way to fight against Mammon’s power was to dodge.
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul “Hah… hah… hah… ugh! Damn it! …Gah?!”
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul I’m Guile… the leader of Master Polco’s prided convoy guards.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Seeing Loren’s sword pointed at him, Mammon made his move. He casually threw Tizona’s armor and underwear behind his back and, without moving from his place, turned his palm towards Loren.
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul “AWOOOOO!!”
Translator: Barnnn Editor: Anna Proofreader: Xemul “W-w-w-w-w-what are you doing?!?!”
Translator: Wisteria Editor: Silavin I was born into a noble house of a small country. That said, it was neither a powerful or illustrious house… probably. It was of the title of Baron, and we were never invited to popular huge gatherings. As I was bedridden since the age of ten, I was unable to take a look around our domain or enjoy any of the special privileges that came with the class, but…
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Walking through the bandits’ base wasn’t difficult at all.