My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 168: Chapter 28: The Strongest Knight Commander Under the Stars

It has to be said that Naruto was lucky. After Chen Ze had prepared all the food, Naruto still hadn’t woken up from his meditation. It seemed like this Child of Destiny was about to embark on a different path.

"Manager," Betty entered the kitchen. It was already noon, so Chen Ze had finished preparing lunch.

"What’s wrong?" Chen Ze stirred the eggplants with his chopsticks. The garlic-flavored eggplant needed to be well-seasoned. It was feasible to mix them ahead of time.

"Miss Flemea should be alright, shouldn’t she?" Betty looked a bit worried. She too had seen Flemea’s condition, which couldn’t be said to be exactly safe.

On the contrary, she was in grave danger.

Even Betty, a succubus who was automatically ostracized by the people around her, had heard the rumors that a dragonslayer was about to be born.

People around her, with their extremely excited smiles, kept discussing stories about slaying dragons, and some even suggested throwing a celebration when the time came. freewebnoveℓ.com

Betty didn’t find it funny at all. In fact, she felt profoundly sad.

She, of course, knew Flemea— a stubborn red dragon who seemed a bit off in the head, but a good dragon nonetheless.

Every time she went shopping and heard the shopkeeper talk about slaying a vicious dragon that had committed countless evil deeds, she really wanted to roar in protest.

Is it something to be proud of, to adorn your reputation with the blood of the innocent? freewebnoveℓ.com

Moreover, those rumors were too outrageous. Flemea, a female dragon, kidnapping a princess? To say that she had laid waste to an entire city was simply nonsense.

But Betty didn’t speak out, because the Church was proclaiming that Flemea was an unbeliever.

Unbelievers, those who do not worship any gods, are considered enemies of all planes of existence. Even the evil grey elves are faithful followers of their Spider God.

Flemea was an anomaly—although she was a member of the Dragon Clan, she was an unbeliever. The gods needed her blood to solidify their followers’ faith.

"Maybe this is the last time..." Chen Ze sighed. He too could guess Flemea’s fate.

But he didn’t ask Lafra or Stan for help. Lafra was a believer and wouldn’t betray the gods for Flemea.

Chen Ze was well aware that, of all his customers, only Hastur was likely to be able to help Flemea.

Chen Ze stroked his chin, thinking if his customers could travel to other worlds, it would be interesting. Saitama, for sure, would be very, very interested in this matter.

The peculiar had ceased to make Saitama’s heart beat as intensely as it used to; Saitama longed for an opponent worthy of battle, and the gods were a perfect target.

But Chen Ze wouldn’t ask Hastur to help Flemea, although Hastur still owed Chen Ze a favor.

Chen Ze didn’t want his customers to have too many troubles. Taking up arms against the gods would naturally disrupt Hastur’s peaceful life.

Betty was somewhat hurt, eating her rice sullenly. She had three bowls, which made Chen Ze quite impressed.

Indeed, compared to the destruction of the world, Betty cared more about whether she could eat her fill at the next meal.

Flemea lay on the ground, tied up. A necromancer was sizing up her body, pondering how to strip all of her bones out.

Thankfully, she had hidden her mother away. Otherwise, a soul emerging from the Soul Abyss, once discovered, would be instantly destroyed.

"Then I’ll take my things first," the Necromancer said with a smile to the Cardinal beside him.

"Of course, please do," the Bishop from the Church of Light said, smiling at the Necromancer beside him.

"I swear to protect the weak for my entire life, to fight for all that is Justice," a deep voice resounded through the sky.

A Knight, radiant with dazzling light, descended from the heavens, with pure white light blooming beneath his feet at every step.

"Traitor!" the Cardinal looked up in anger at the man above, a death row prisoner who had become a traitor.

The Necromancer furrowed his brow, feeling a strange power emanating from him, which felt very odd to him.

"I praise the name of my Lord, may His power shine upon all the weak," the Knight walked down and stood beside the surprised Flemea.

"Child, there is no sin in you, your suffering is all unjust," the Knight took off his helmet, Reinhardt smiled at Flemea.

"Traitor! The God of Light has decreed that your soul shall burn for eternity!" The Knight Commander from the Church of Light drew his sword in anger, leading the Knight Order to charge forward.

The Grade Eight Cavalry Regiment, amplified by divine magic, struck with the might of ten thousand.

"Above the starry sky, my Lord reigns; below it, I am the strongest Knight Commander!" Reinhardt swung his sword lightly, and dazzling light burst from the tip, sweeping through the entire Knight Order instantly.

The Grand Cardinal watched the scene before him with terror, the hundred-man Knight Order reduced to ash by a single sword stroke.

"Transcendent!" the Grand Cardinal took a step back trembling, for even a Transcendent would find it troublesome against the Grade Eight Cavalry Regiment boosted by divine magic.

Only those standing at the pinnacle of the Transcendent could swat away a Knight Order as if they were mere flies.

"Your Excellency!" the Grand Cardinal turned to the Necromancer by his side; there were only three Transcendents on the field, and it was time to unite.

"Her soul is mine," the Necromancer said quietly, looking at the very calm Reinhardt.

Without minding those who had teamed up behind him, Reinhardt turned his head, extending his hand to the surprised Flemea with a smile.

"Kind child, would you like to join us?" Reinhardt asked Flemea, as he had received a divine edict, that sacred whisper from the Lord.

"I... but... but..." Flemea looked unsettled as she glanced up at the sky, where she was surprised to find neither her father nor the Heroic Spirits were present anymore.

"Do not be afraid, are you worried about them?" Reinhardt drew his sword and swung upward.

Two cries of horror sounded, then two souls fell from the sky, their divine aura dimming.

The whole sky turned blood-red, and all of the Dragon Clan cowered on the ground; the Dragon God was enraged.

"God of Light above!" the Cardinal watched the scene in horror; the Gods’ Heroic Spirits were dead.

"We will pull the high and mighty Gods from their thrones!" Reinhardt extended his hand again.

Without any hesitation, Flemea took Reinhardt’s hand; she wanted to take vengeance, she wanted to drag the Dragon God from His throne.

The moment they shook hands, she saw an expanse of foolish darkness, the creeping chaos, the maddening whispers, and the twin eyes of endless evil.