Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 479: Not-Child

"No. I thought—hoped—you would take me seriously," Zach said, tugging the corner of his mouth to the side in disappointment.

"But I guess that’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said that the Children of the Hydra are involved. I should have just said that a group of powerful arsonists are torching both imperial cities and Sesha camps. Me, Visla Maura, and the Nilma chief killed one of them so now another is coming after us."

The man from the Ugri tribe hesitated.

"That does sound a little more believable," He admitted. He did not let go of the handle of his weapon. "It doesn’t mean I have any reason to listen to you, though." He took a step toward Zach.

"Hold it, Borso." However, the archer who shot the arrow stopped him with a smooth and melodious voice. Zach still couldn’t tell whether they were a woman or a man. Maybe these long-eared people didn’t have that kind of distinction.

The archer lowered their bow and jumped down from their tree. They approached Zach, carefully scrutinizing him and his two companions.

"My name is Viomin. I take it you have not come here with hostile intentions?" She asked.

"I’m Zach…No. I’m here to look for the guy chasing me, my family, and possibly the bottom of the Labyrinth while I’m at it. These two are Nora and Alzara, two of my attendants. We got separated from the rest of our group when entering the second floor. I’d be most grateful if you happen to know anything about a group of maids."

Viomin glanced at Nora and Alzara.

"Unfortunately, we have not heard of any maids other than the two next to you. But this village is not the only one on this floor. They might have just ended up on another when they cleared the ninth floor."

"I see…" Zach was a little disappointed.

"You mentioned what sounded like a dangerous group targeting you," Viomin continued, not caring much for Zach’s disappointment. "Do you mind elaborating?"

Zach nodded. Viomin was taking what he had said seriously. That was a good thing. If the Child came here looking for them, he probably wouldn’t be very merciful in his questioning. If he could get Viomin’s village’s people and the Ugri tribe to help him, they might even be able to kill the Child.

Zach told Viomin in brief strokes about what he and Visla had discovered, how they had chased the first arsonist to the Nilma tribe’s camp, and then about their fight and ensuing pursuit of the second Child.

All the while, Borso listened without interrupting. This was too detailed for it to be made-up on the spot. Either, Zach was scheming something profound, or he was telling the truth.

The problem came with calling the arsonists Children of the Hydra. He didn’t want to believe in fairytales. Zach didn’t obsess over what to call them.

Besides, they hadn’t confirmed that part.

What they had confirmed was the fighting strength of the not-Child of the Hydra.

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However, the teleportation location from one floor to the next was random. The not-Child could have ended up on the other side of the floor.

That was why Viomin and Borso weren’t going to raise an ambush or set their defenses to the max. They would raise the alertness level a little. But considering they had shot an arrow at Zach’s feet the moment he arrived, they were already alert.

They would mostly focus on spreading this information through the floor to warn the other tribes and villages about the looming potential threat of a wild and crazy arsonist. They also included Zach and his maids in the information they spread.

If Yanael and the others heard about it, they would know where to start looking for Zach and the others or that he had been on the tenth floor and left already.

The not-Child was alone in the Labyrinth. If he posed a threat to the residents of the Labyrinth or the other Labyrinth entrants, he would be met with their united wrath.

The problem came with the degree of unison.

The Sesha got along pretty well with many of the villages on the tenth floor. Both were people who lived off nature and sought harmony. They respected their elders and ancestors and held similar enough social structures.

The Labyrinth entrants from the Empire, however, were a little different. They did not put much worth on the villages. The villages and their residents were poor. They were barely worth trading with, and they were not worth taking over.

The Evandiels had established a relationship of mutual exchange.

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The villages helped out if necessary. In exchange, the entrants related to Evandiel, whether it be guards of the household or direct family members, brought along goods from the outside.

It wasn’t a deep relationship, and it had ceased to exist once the Evandiels wordlessly broke it when they disappeared.

Since the villages were self-reliant, they hadn’t needed the items brought by the Evandiels, but they valued the weight of words. The Evandiels had broken their word without so much as an excuse.

So, when the Sesha came and asked if they could stay for a bit and leave the weaker members of the tribes in their villages while the rest looked for deeper floors, the villagers saw no reason to refuse.

The Sesha weren’t bad people. They brought gifts and were willing to engage in a deep cultural exchange.

The long-eared villagers who only knew of the Labyrinth and a little about the Empire were happy about it.

Zach was once again disappointed.

How many had his parents and siblings let down with their actions? How many had they left behind? How much trust had they broken?

And for what?

Zach couldn’t figure it out, and he couldn’t understand it.

But by the sounds of it, he was on the right track. It had something to do with the Labyrinth.

Viomin had said that no one had seen any troops of Evandiel enter the Labyrinth’s floors or go deeper. There wasn’t a single strand of orange hair in the entire Labyrinth to be found.

They were hiding their tracks.