he goddess descends to earth

“We won!?”

The tavern apprentice was the first to throw his weapon. His voice was like a spark splashing into a barrel of oil, and the town suddenly came alive.

Sandra tossed her blood-stained apron into the air, Old Tom banged his ale mug on the blacksmith shop’s sign, and even the usually reserved Amy was hugging her child in the town, crying and laughing.

Alice kicked over a pile of goblin corpses, her golden pigtails swaying with bloodstains, “Ha! I told you these trash mobs were no match! We arrived and immediately achieved a glorious victory. I really am the chosen one!”

Livia watched everything with relief, her pupils suddenly contracting.

—She saw three men rummaging through the piles of corpses.

At first, she thought they were searching for relatives. Only when the robust one held up a string of bone necklaces and cheered did Livia relax her furrowed brow.

They were actually collecting goblin fangs as trophies.

Further away, the tailor’s apprentice was bandaging the wounds of the girl he secretly admired with blood-stained cloth. Their fingers secretly intertwined beneath the bandages.

“Ha.”

Livia sniffled, feeling as if worlds had passed. Everything seemed like a dream.

This was the first time she had truly faced so many enemies, the first time she had hovered on the brink of life and death.

Although she had tried several times before, each time had ended in failure, each time someone had fallen, and blood had stained the earth.

But this time, finally… finally, no one had died.

“Are you injured?”

Livia looked at the cold beauty beside her, handing over the crystal vial that still held warmth. The latter’s eyes flickered slightly, and she accepted the bottle.

She dipped some viscous potion and skillfully applied it to the wounds on her body, “You’re even good at making medicine?”

“W-well, no. I was able to make this potion through repeated attempts and the accumulated experience of those before me.”

Livia looked at Ilya’s fair, jade-like skin under the morning light, her ears instantly turning red. The memory of applying medicine to the silver-haired beauty earlier flashed vividly in her mind.

She turned her head, trying to say something to alleviate her awkwardness, but was interrupted by a sudden burst of singing.

“Brewing fine wine in an oak barrel~!”

The drunken militia members linked arms, their boots dancing in the sticky blood, “Planting peas on goblin graves~!”

Amidst the off-key singing, everyone was smiling and happy, each person immersed in the relief and joy of surviving.

Flora appeared beside Livia at some point, her crystal hairpin reflecting the morning sun with ripples. “Humans are so interesting~”

She patted Livia’s shoulder with her left hand and traced Ilya’s blood-stained silver hair with her right fingertips. “You were wetting your pants yesterday~ and today you dare to use goblin skulls as wine cups.”

“Heh, the praise of humanity is the praise of courage, and the greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage.”

Ilya sheathed her sword and stood up. Livia also followed her gaze towards the bonfire in the center of the square.

The goblin Shaman’s bone staff crackled in the flames. Alice stood at the side, holding her copper whistle high and blowing the victory tune.

‘Toot, toot, toot~!’

‘Drip, drip.’

‘Swish, swish, swish—’

Raindrops also fell.

It started with just a few drops, and then it turned into a torrential downpour.

When the first raindrop hit her burning forehead, Livia finally shed two lines of tears.

No one noticed, because the entire town was jumping and shouting in the heavy rain, as if tears and rain were meant to mix with blood and flow into the earth.

“Let’s go back. leave this place to the guards~”

Flora gave a meaningful smile and gracefully walked over to the golden-haired Big Thunder girl, who was still showing off to the surrounding people.

Ilya, on the other hand, pulled up a shawl, shook off the rainwater, and held it over Livia’s head, “Let’s go.”

“Mhm…”

As if to make a final confirmation, Livia turned around in place, her red eyes wide open. After taking in everything around her, she nodded forcefully.

“Yes!”

She pulled the shawl closer, tilted her small face up, and grinned playfully, “Let’s share the umbrella!”

She had initially thought of sharing the umbrella with Ilya, pulling it up together on each side. Such a scene of two people sharing shelter from the rain on a rainy day was quite heartwarming…

But in reality, as soon as the white-haired loli held up the shawl, she immediately felt a basin of cold water poured over her.

“Wuwuwu—!?”

“You’re too short. It’s all going to fall on you like this.”

Ilya said faintly, nonchalantly pulling the shawl higher to a horizontal level, only with a slight curve at the corner of her eyes.

When the four returned to the main gate, an old man over fifty with white hair walked towards them, staggering.

The old man’s face was etched with the traces of time, but his eyes shone with an indescribable gratitude.

“Miss Ilya, Miss Flora, Miss Alice, and… Miss Livia.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a profound respect. He slowly bent down and bowed deeply to the four.

“Thank you so much!”

“…Gulp.”

Livia froze, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

The town mayor was the leader of the town. He was usually majestic and calm, and Livia had never seen him bow so solemnly to anyone.

She subconsciously took a step back, wanting to avoid such overwhelming gratitude.

“Mayor, there’s no need.”

Ilya gently took Livia’s hand, signaling her to accept the respect. Her faint voice carried a calming power, “We just did what we should have done.”

“No, you did far more than that.”

The mayor looked up, his eyes glistening with tears, “We all know how dangerous the goblin attack was. They came like locusts, ravaging us. We had already prepared for the worst, even… even prepared to accept death and the pain of losing loved ones. But! Because of your foresight and preparation, and your ascent up the mountain to annihilate the goblin army with four people, all of us survived, not a single person died. This… this is simply a miracle.”

His voice choked, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

For some reason.

She just felt this way.

The mayor closed his eyes. In the darkness, he could see the burnt-out firelight, the residents being brutally slaughtered by goblins, the entire town falling into purgatory, with no survivors.

Just looking at the miserable state of the surrounding goblins was enough. Those corpses, the weapons scattered on the ground, there were at least hundreds of them.

They cooperated tacitly, were well-trained, equipped with deadly weapons, and most importantly, they were fearless of death.

Under the influence of such monsters, no one could organize an effective defense when caught off guard.

But such a disaster of annihilation was reversed by the four of them alone.

The outcome, which should have been defeat and annihilation, resulted in no deaths?

Thinking of this, the mayor knelt down with a thud.

Not a noble’s kneeling on one knee, but the full prostration of a farmer during harvest.

“You are truly gods, goddesses descended, gods who have come to save my Elton town!”