LIGHT NOVEL Chapter 30: Chapter 30: A Battle of Equals
The green-haired girl hadn't expected Steven to act so decisively in front of her, but she made no effort to stop him. Instead, she silently stood by, watching as Gladiia tore the hooded man into pieces.
"You didn't have to do that," the girl finally said, her tone calm but slightly disapproving. "This won't earn Rhodes Island's favor. Violence isn't always the solution. That man still had value left, and now you've wasted it."
"Value? He's still got value—perfect fertilizer material," Steven quipped, glancing at the lifeless pile of flesh. As if worried it might somehow regenerate, he lit a fire with his flint and steel.
The flames roared, a meter high, engulfing the remains. The air was soon filled with the scent of roasted fish.
Gladiia, now calm, stood silently beside Steven. She tugged at his sleeve, her curious gaze fixed on the green-haired, cat-eared girl before her. From her current demeanor, it was hard to associate her with the relentless shredder who had turned the hooded man into minced meat mere moments ago.
Perhaps Gladiia herself had already forgotten what she'd done.
"Now that this Church of the Deep Cultist is dealt with, we should discuss the matter of the one by your side," the girl said, turning her gaze to Steven. "She shouldn't be like this."
"Wait—you know her?" Steven asked, gesturing at Gladiia.
"I don't know her personally," the girl replied. "But I'm aware of her existence, as well as the tragic fate of her kind. I didn't expect such misfortune to repeat itself on her."
From her experience, the green-haired girl could tell that Gladiia was suffering from some kind of brain or memory damage. Her condition bore a striking resemblance to another Abyssal Hunter currently lying in Rhodes Island's medical facility.
The only difference? This girl was lucky—she had someone strong like Steven protecting her.
"Could you talk in a way that makes sense? I get the gist of what you're saying, but it's like trying to decode a riddle. It's exhausting," Steven groaned, his smile fading.
"I'm speaking perfectly clearly," the girl replied, her sharp gaze briefly meeting his. "You're free to interpret my words however you wish, just as I cannot interfere with the choices you've made."
Steven sucked in a breath, realizing he'd met a worthy opponent in conversation. Her rhetorical skills were every bit as sharp as his own.
"Alright, maybe we should find a better place to talk—sit down, have some tea, and chat properly?" he suggested, flashing a grin.
The girl considered his proposal for a moment before nodding slightly. However, she added, "I agree with your suggestion, but first, we must destroy this vile nest of corruption. The documents within this filth must not fall into anyone's hands."
"Destroy the evidence, huh?" Steven muttered, massaging his temples. He was beginning to see the limits of the language localization Mod—it could translate languages perfectly but was utterly helpless against cryptic, overly verbose speech.
Before he could respond, a crystal-like serpent creature emerged from behind the girl. Its body was made of shining, gem-like segments, and its sharp limbs gleamed as it floated effortlessly in the air.
It reminded Steven of a Pokémon he vaguely remembered—Onix, but far more majestic and intimidating.
"Mon3tr, clean the site," the girl commanded succinctly.
The crystalline serpent, Mon3tr, roared to life. It unleashed a torrent of flames, reducing the derelict chapel to ashes in moments.
Steven followed the girl as she left, his gaze lingering on Mon3tr as it continued its fiery purge.
"That thing... is insanely cool. Do you sell it?" he asked, unable to suppress his curiosity any longer.
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