Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Maer looked at Zach. It was a good offer. Too good to be true. But it didn't matter. He didn't have anything to lose. He was loyal to the Great Ugor, but his loyalty didn't stop him from saying anything. It would have if revealing anything could interfere with their plans.

No matter what Maer told him, there was nothing Zach could do that would let him stopn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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The only problem was where he should go after spilling the beans. It was a non-issue.

So, Maer spilled the beans. He told Zach everything he knew about what the others were doing, which wasn't much. He lived up to the spirit of the broken ceasefire. He wanted to live.

There was nothing wrong with that.

He could have tried fighting for it instead. He could have tried his chance in a fight against Zach and his familiars.

Zach had needed help from others to defeat Mursoth. With the way summoners talked about their familiars as part of their strength and how he claimed to be alone right now, Maer didn't feel it would be impossible. He was stronger than Mursoth, after all.

But he was also injured right now. His odds could have been better.

So, Maer chose the safer option.

"Kill him."

Maer's eyes widened at the meaning of the words Zach uttered.

Yanael's blade cut a golden streak through the air that was thicker than a hair. The radiant line overlapped with Maer's neck before fading away like a flash of light.

It had not been the safer option.

It had been too good to be true.

And now, it was too late for regret. If Maer had tried to fight for his life, he would have at least avoided that part of his end.

Maer's knees buckled.

Yanel's sword had cut his spine and spinal cord. Despite being an underworlder with a Name, Maer couldn't overcome the inherent limitations of having one of those.

He was confused. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Maer glanced downward and tried to look at his own neck. Even without it being cut, it was impossible. That was why he was surprised when he caught a glimpse only to realize it was because his head was falling to the ground.

The last thing Maer saw after his head thumped to the ground was his kneeling, headless body.

Not a drop of blood poured out of either his head or his body.

Zach nodded in satisfaction. That was a clean cut. One less Named to worry about.

"Let's go."

Unfortunately, they didn't have the free time to admire Yanael's sword skills. After what Maer had told him, they shouldn't even be wasting time walking. They had to do everything they could while they still could.

Zach didn't waste any time with his investigation of the underworlders crawling into the city. He knew why they were here. In a way, he had got what he came for. He also got more than he asked for.

He rushed back to the line of students, all of whom raised their arms and familiars' arms, legs, or wings. If Zach came rushing like that, it could only be big trouble. Something scary enough to make him flee was scary enough to…

Shouldn't they also be running? If Zach couldn't stop it, wasn't it time for a strategic retreat?

They glanced behind Zach. They didn't see anything. They looked at Zach.

He didn't look scared. More stressed. Tense, maybe. He was also looking at Violina and the other top dogs in the class.

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"'Ah…'" The other students breathed out a united sigh of relief and understanding.

Zach gave Violina a look.

"At ease. We will stay here. Be ready to act at any moment, though."

The students didn't mind Violina's orders. Being on standby somewhere like the cafeteria was a lot better than standing in front of the city with their arms raised ready to fight. But they were curious about what was going on.

It wasn't often Zach had that kind of expression. It couldn't be good.

The other students wanted to know but knowing wouldn't necessarily do them any good. If they wanted Zach, Violina, and the others to tell them, they should have been more tellable and reliable. Regardless, they would find out sooner or later if it was anything to worry about. Since it had to do with the Underworld, it had to do with all of them.

When the non-club members were gone, Zach looked at his club members with a grave expression.

"Plan E."

"What?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Are you sure?"

Zach nodded, ignoring Anerias' question.

"We have to execute Plan E."

"Why?" Violina questioned. As the creator of the plan, she was well aware of what it entailed. It was an extreme plan. It could lay waste to the city. It would lay waste to the city. Not even the surroundings would be untouched. If they were unlucky, rebuilding would be impossible within a few years.

"I don't think I have time to explain."

"If you want to execute Plan E, you make the time to explain." Violina's voice did not allow any further objection. IF Zach didn't explain, there wouldn't be any Plan E-ing.

After a frustrated sigh, Zach gave a summary of what Maer had told him.

There was no way to confirm whether Maer spoke the truth, especially now that he was dead.

But they couldn't afford to assume he had lied. This wasn't something they could delay and let time decide. The sooner they dealt with it, the better.

"Let's do it."

Their agreement wasn't completely unanimous. There were doubts. Heck, even Zach was full of doubt.

Maybe he shouldn't have been that rash in killing Maer. Maybe he should have done a thorough cross-examination.

There was no use thinking about it.

The club members immediately organized the retrieval of all the potions of a specific type in the storage. Crates were transported from the storage close to the alchemist guild's barracks. They were clearly marked with X's, the determined name for anti-underworld energy potions.

X1's, X2's, X3's, and one box of X0's.

Zach opened the box of X0's. He threw the lid aside. He reached out to grab a bottle.

His hand froze mid-air. His face fell like a sheet of ice sliding down a pane of glass.

The bottles were fucking empty.