Chapter 311 - 307: Genos Angelus

To better understand the situation, let's go back a few minutes earlier.

The Astraea Familia had just arrived at the scene to save Belle and the others, but at another location, something else was about to take place.

"Heh… it won't be long before the captain and the others hunt down the Hestia Familia and force the Little Rookie to join us."

A beastman guard smirked, leaning casually against the grand iron gate of the Apollo Manor.

"That's what they get for rejecting Lord Apollo's proposal for a War Game. They should've just obediently accepted it. What can a small and weak familia like theirs actually do?"

Another guard scoffed with a bark of laughter.

"Whenever Lord Apollo wants something, he will stop at nothing to get it."

"Now that he's set his sights on the Little Rookie, the Hestia Familia won't have another peaceful day."

"Hey, I heard Lord Apollo forced the Captain to dress up like her last night while they were together… kept screaming 'Belle~ oh, my sweet Belle~' the whole time!"

"Pfft… kyahaha! In that case, I feel sorry for the Little Rookie now. The captain will probably be extremely ruthless towards her… tsk, and probably mess up her pretty face."

"Hey, once Lord Apollo gets tired of playing with her, maybe he'll pass her down so the rest of us can have a turn!"

"Hahaha! Now that's an idea!"

The guards traded vulgar jokes, their crude laughter echoing over the estate.

Then, mid-laugh, the air grew unnaturally still.

A pale, silver-haired woman glided silently toward the front gate.

"Huh? Who goes there? This is the home of the Apollo Familia! Trespassing is not allowed!"

A beastman guard shouted in alarm after noticing the woman.

'What the hell...? How did she get so close without a sound? With my ears, I should've heard her coming from a block away...'

The guard thought as he raised his spear.

His shout also alerted the rest of his companions, who immediately pointed their weapons at the approaching woman.

"Hold it right there!"

The silver-haired woman paused.

In the next second, however, the atmosphere around them suddenly grew heavy, as if an enormous weight had been placed upon their backs.

In an instant, the fierce expressions on the guards' faces turned into ones of fear, their instincts screaming at them to run as far away as possible.

"Noisy."

She murmured.

Lifting a single, pale fist, she drew upon her Mind.

"Gospel."

It took only a single move for the gate to be blown off its hinges, sending it flying through the air like a cannonball.

"Ahhh!"

The guards weren't spared either, as they were swept up in the shockwave, the force instantly knocked them off their feet.

Alfia continued walking as though nothing had happened, lifting her head slightly as she looked at the luxurious manor standing majestically in the distance.

…

"Hehe… Belle, oh my dear and lovely Belle~."

Inside Apollo's room, the god himself sat on a couch with a repulsive, perverted expression on his face, fiddling with a chess piece between his fingers.

"Soon, you will be mine, and I will finally embrace you in my bed. I can't wait to hear you screaming my name every single night."

He looked at the pawn in his hand and slowly brought it closer to his lips, intending to give it a kiss.

But before he could…

BOOM!

The adjacent wall exploded inward with a deafening roar.

Debris and plaster rained down as a massive shockwave threw the Sun God straight off his sofa.

"W-What just happened!?"

Apollo exclaimed with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief as his room became engulfed in a cloud of dust.

He narrowed his eyes and spotted the silhouette of a woman hidden within the dust, slowly walking towards him.

'An intruder?'

Seeing this, Apollo hastily got to his feet, his face contorting with anger.

"W-Who are you!? How dare you barge in here! Don't you know where this place is? And who I am?"

He shouted fearlessly despite the situation.

He knew that mortals wouldn't dare outright harm a deity, so instead of running away, Apollo stood his ground and waited for the smoke to clear.

"Apollo-sama! Are you alright? We heard a loud crash coming from your room!"

A flurry of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway as the members of the Apollo Familia who had remained in the mansion rushed toward the commotion.

"Good, you're here."

Apollo pointed toward the figure shrouded by the settling dust.

"A foolish intruder dared to break into my abode. Capture her at once and find out which Familia she belongs to."

"Yes, Apollo-sama!"

After quickly understanding the situation, his children immediately drew their weapons prepared themselves to subdue her at a moment's notice.

But as the dust gradually settled and Apollo finally caught a clear glimpse of the woman's face, the fury in his expression instantly melted away.

"…Beautiful."

His eyes widened, glimmering with undisguised fascination.

'I have to make her mine.'

The possessive desire that had driven Apollo throughout his life flared within him once again.

Her flawless ivory skin, exquisite features that rivaled even the most beautiful elves, and graceful figure accentuated by elegant curves left him momentarily captivated.

The gothic dress she wore only enhanced her ethereal beauty, lending her an air of elegance and mystery.

In Apollo's eyes, she was undoubtedly one of the most breathtaking women he had ever laid eyes upon.

As for why he failed to recognize Alfia, the answer was simple.

Fifteen years had passed since the fall of the Zeus and Hera Familias.

The Apollo Familia had only been established years after their era had come to an end.

Although Apollo and his children had heard countless stories about the legendary Familias that had once stood at the pinnacle of Orario, none of them had ever seen their members in person.

To them, Alfia was little more than a figure from old tales… someone who should have long since disappeared from history.

Seeing the way the perverted deity ogled her, Alfia looked at him with undisguised disgust, as though she had just spotted a piece of filth on the ground.

Apollo shivered in sick delight.

'Hehe... Yes, that look! Being looked down upon by a beauty like her isn't bad at all!'

A euphoric grin spread across his face as he wrapped his arms around himself, his body trembling with excitement.

"What are you waiting for? Get her!"

He shouted.

The members of the Apollo Familia surged forward, weapons drawn.

Facing their combined assault, Alfia didn't even bother to acknowledge them.

She simply continued walking forward at an unhurried pace, as though she were taking a leisurely stroll through a garden.

Then…

"Gospel."

BOOM!!

A massive, invisible wave of force erupted outward.

The charging adventurers were blasted away instantly, crashing through one wall after another.

A deafening chain of crashes echoed throughout the mansion, leaving a perfectly aligned series of gaping holes until the outside world became visible.

"…Huh?"

Apollo's twisted grin froze.

He slowly turned his head to stare at the devastation.

Just a moment ago, the wall of his room had stood proudly before him.

Now…

He could see his backyard from where he stood.

The fortunate few who hadn't joined the charge immediately felt the blood drain from their faces.

Their legs gave out beneath them, and they collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

"F-First-Class Adventurer!"

One of them cried out in terror.

The room fell deathly silent.

'A First-Class Adventurer…? Here?'

Cold sweat streamed down Apollo's face.

'Who is she…? And why is someone like her targeting me…?'

"You must be confused as to why I am here."

The woman finally spoke.

Her voice was feminine and refined, but there was a strange coldness to her tone that sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"It's simple. It's because you made the foolish choice to destroy that precious place."

She began gathering an unimaginable quantity of Mind.

The mages, who were sensitive to such things, felt their faces turn pale.

"Blessing of the root of evil, curse of birth. My original sin that devoured half of my body. Not hard. There is no purification. There is no salvation. The resonance of this heavenly sound is my sin."

Everyone in the vicinity felt the immense magical pressure Alfia was emitting.

It was so intense that it felt as though the air itself had turned into mud.

A gigantic silver-grey bell manifested above Alfia's head.

"The trumpet of gods, the lyre of spirits. Melody of light, the seal of the sin. Loved by the miniature garden, my destiny is shattered. I hate you. The compensation is here."

Alfia continued to chant without interruption as everyone stood frozen in terror, her voice ringing out like a funeral knell.

'A chant!? And what the hell is with that giant bell?'

Apollo felt his legs trembling uncontrollably as he witnessed the scene.

The remaining walls began to crack as a heavy, suffocating pressure engulfed the entire mansion, causing the building to shake violently.

Only then did they finally snap out of their shock.

"Run!"

"Get as far away from here as possible!"

The members of the Apollo Familia threw down their weapons and fled in pure panic.

Even Apollo bolted as quickly as he could, cursing himself for not being born with more legs so he could run faster.

Alfia briefly glanced in their direction but made no effort to stop them.

"Destroy everything with a proof of my sin. Cry, holy bell tower."

"Genos Angelus!"

In an instant, the Apollo Familia estate was wiped from the face of Orario.

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