CH227

It was only after a couple hours of making everything he needed that he left, the pockets of his jacket filled with tools with his knife on his belt, and a long metal pole in his hand.

<Ben, I’m begging you, please don’t do anything rash.>

“Relax Myriad, I’m just going to talk.”

“I hear having one can really help facilitate a conversation. Anyway, don’t worry about me so much. My goal is just to hurt the guy a little bit and then give up.”

<You’re not who I’m worried about here!>

He tuned his god out as he got to his destination with only a few hours before sunset and admired the church of Eneth. At two stories tall, he couldn’t imagine how many rooms were in it considering its breadth, being by far the longest building in town. He couldn’t say he especially cared about it, but he did his best to take it in, especially the statue of the powerful lizard at its front he knew to be the god it worshiped, before going to its doors and letting himself in.

As a church, it wasn’t unusual for it to be open for anyone to access and he was able to see it in all its glory, though he wasn’t impressed. Sure, there was art and enough finery to give a feeling of wealth, but only one word came to mind as he looked around.

Gaudy.

It was simply too over the top for his taste, especially considering that from what he understood, the race that worshiped him was in low enough numbers that he couldn’t have compared in power to someone like Anailia, it was obviously a display to make the god look better than he was. Shaking himself from the thought, he went up to the nearest priest to get his attention.

“Excuse me, I met with the demigod Ather after the quest was complete, he told me to come meet him at the church after I finished some business of mine,” He said lightly, lying through his teeth. A small part of him worried about what he’d do if he wasn’t believed or turned away, but that didn’t seem to be an issue as he was rushed with what seemed like urgency to him. In a world where so many gods ruled and commanded the faith of the people, it was unthinkable that someone would so brazenly lie about a meeting with the son of one, and as a priest who worshiped his father, he knew better than to make him wait.

Man, I had my doubts but I really would have a harder time lying to see a king than this prick, huh?

Hey, I’m just providing a valuable lesson about security while I’m here. Who knows, maybe they’ll thank me after.

He ignored the sound of his god sobbing in his head as he came into a large dining room with far too few people in it given the space. There were a few priests around to act as attendants, Eneth’s apostle standing to the side while the only two sitting down were the orion otherworlder and Ather himself.

As he entered he received mixed looks, but the only one he focused on being that of the demigod, wearing one of confusion and annoyance. “Why exactly are you interrupting my meal?” He asked as the priest who led him there began to realize something wasn’t right.

Before anyone could do anything though he pulled the necklace he’d made earlier from his neck and threw it to the table, an act all around understood the significance of as he spoke out, putting all of the arrogance in his voice that he could.

“Pick it up asshole, I’m here for a duel.”

He was led to the back of the church to keep it away from public eyes. While one party could forfeit the fight, the priests had no doubt who would win, all they wanted to do was keep any in the public from seeing the son of their god kill a person. Even if it was a duel following the laws of the land, for someone so strong to go against the nobody who challenged him, it could only be seen as bullying the weak.

Relax Myriad, I’m just going to try to hurt him a little bit. Hopefully, I’ll be able to quit before anything bad happens to me.

<I’ve already said you’re not what I’m worried about! At least use your regular gun instead of the new one you’ve made, it should be enough.>

Mmh, I don’t know…

When he had discovered that guns were a bit harder to use than he’d initially suspected he had to admit that he couldn’t help but lose some interest. Sure, in the right situation they could be useful, but he simply didn’t care too much to go beyond refining what he’d already made a bit. Normally he’d have Thera to rely on in their hunts and he was more interested in developing complex enchantments to go with his tools than to just make a projectile weapon from his world, even if it did have a magic twist to it.

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When he’d decided to give the challenge for a duel though things had become different. He was going against the child of a god, he couldn’t approach it halfheartedly, so with that goal set he knew he had to do better, with what he’d decided on essentially being a sawed-off shotgun, something that would trade some of its power for a better spread of the shot he’d created from melting down his cursed ring, with each pellet of it being enchanted with the best effect he could for something so small. Considering his aim he wanted that spread to help mitigate the chance he’d miss, but if his god wanted him to use the other one so badly then he supposed he could compromise on just this and change it for the one on his hip, reaching down as he went to do so.

<Thank you.> He said, relief filling his voice as Ather spoke up at the same time, pointing his spear at him.

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