There was less than an hour left before Nídhöggur’s attack. Theo and three high elves were preparing for a clean operation to borrow the power of a god to face Nídhöggur. As far as the material world was concerned, Nídhöggur was an uninvited intruder. Meanwhile, the gods were a part of the material world and a guardian. The problem was that there was no god to ask for help.

“... I-Is this really okay?” Ellenoa made an embarrassed expression while wearing thin cloth, a dress for ceremonial occasions or special rituals.

Theo’s head briefly went blank. There were laurel leaves in her hair, and the fabric, which had been made with the elven weaving technique, wrapped smoothly around Ellenoa’s slim body. Even setting aside sexual attraction, Ellenoa was a rare beauty.

“Beautiful.”

Ellenoa was caught off guard. “Huh...? T-Thank you.”

“Ah! N-No, it looks good. Cough.”

She had already heard everything. Both of them were aware of the serious situation and avoided each other’s eyes for a moment.

Ellenoa had heard a few words on the way here, but she couldn’t help doubting Theo’s plan. “Theo, is this really possible? I didn’t think that Mitra could return to being a god again.”

“Haha, my...