Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 130

Zynie could barely get words out, but the situation made the reason plain enough. Fay had seen this coming, yet she didn’t click her tongue or say a word of reproach.

She simply held the girl whose body had grown but whose heart hadn’t, and soothed her. After a long while, the flood of tears slowed to a trickle, and Zynie finally composed herself enough to explain why she had come.

“I’m sorry for what I said. You were right. I’m hopeless, I can’t do anything without someone helping me.”

She had barely settled down before she dissolved into tears all over again. Fay patted her and told her she wasn’t hopeless at all.

“I know you didn’t mean it. I know how much you love me. But you can’t say things like that again.”

She had known it was a mistake, but it had still hurt. Zynie nodded emphatically at the gentle reprimand.

“I’ll never say anything like that again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Fay.”

Fay accepted her apology.

“Isn’t she being let off a little easily? Back then, you didn’t accept my apology no matter how many times.”

Alnazir remarked from where he had been quietly watching.

Was that a complaint? Fay stared at him, baffled by how loudly he had said that to himself, clearly intending to be heard.

“The severity of what you did is on a completely different level.”

Zynie had said something hurtful, yes. But she had never broken a promise that truly mattered. That was no small difference. Fay gave a small, satisfied huff.

After Zynie had washed the mess of tears and snot off her face, Fay took her to Virelda’s house.

“What if she turns us away at the door?”

Zynie hovered anxiously on the front step. She had actually sent several letters already, quietly trying to gauge whether Virelda had any intention of returning and hadn’t received a single reply.

“What if she says no…”

Zynie raised her hand to knock, then stepped back. She drifted toward Alnazir, who was standing a few paces behind Fay, and tugged at him pleadingly.

“Can’t you make Virelda come back as Guardian? You could probably do something like that.”

She pulled a small notebook from her pocket, wrote down exactly what she had just said, and held it up to him with the most desperate, almost-crying expression she could manage.

“I’ll be good, I promise. Even if you and Fay argue in the future, I’ll always take your side and help you make up.”

“What on earth is she saying. No.”

Fay cut in before Alnazir, who was just standing there blinking, could respond.

“But Virelda is so scary. She won’t forgive me the way you did!”

“How do you know that if you haven’t even tried talking to her? And even if she doesn’t, it’s on you to persuade her.”

In the end, Fay took Zynie firmly by the hand and marched her back to the door. Zynie threw a desperate glance over her shoulder at Alnazir, silently begging to be rescued. But Fay stepped in the way again.

“Zynie. Go on.”

“But what if…what if Virelda gets angry and attacks me? Remember those guys who got on her nerves a while back and ended up turned into pigs?”

What if she ended up the same way.

Zynie was incredibly worried. Looking back now, what had she possibly been thinking, challenging Virelda to a duel just because she had grown a bit taller?

Now that she was back to her normal age and thinking clearly, all those reckless moments flashed through her mind and made her cringe. She had grown a few inches and somehow convinced herself that meant she was mature.

If Virelda hadn’t been so tired that day, what would the duel have actually looked like? She probably would have been crushed, and that arrogant little challenger would have been handed some suitably humiliating punishment.

Zynie appealed to Fay in a trembling voice.

“If Virelda tries to turn me into a pig or feed me to Scarlis, you have to stop her.”

“Oh, Zynie. That’s not going to happen.”

“You just trust Virelda too much! Alnazir! You stop her! Don’t just stand there doing nothing, that’s not what friends do!”

She sniffled and told Fay to pass all of that along to him word for word.

“Stop being so dramatic.”

Fay gave her a light smack on the backside. They had been carrying on in front of the door long enough that whoever was inside had surely heard every word by now.

Without waiting any longer, Fay knocked for her.

“Come in.”

An answer came from inside almost immediately. So she had been listening. Fay opened the door and gave Zynie a firm push through it before she could flee.

The owner of the house was in the kitchen. She appeared to be in the middle of cooking and she was holding a cleaver in one hand.

Zynie went pale and began fidgeting uncontrollably. She was trying to stay still, but the anxiety wouldn’t let her. Of all the moments to show up, why did it have to be while she was holding a knife?

I should have said it was too late today and come back tomorrow!

The regret was immense.

“Zynie said she had something to tell you, so here we are. Go on, Zynie. It’s okay, be honest. She’s not going to eat you.”

“Are you sure?”

Zynie was skeptical. Maybe Virelda wouldn’t eat a witch herself.

But what about Scarlis, who was right beside her, flicking his tongue like he was thinking about a snack? That enormous snake looked like it could swallow her whole without much trouble.

Zynie hesitated for a long while before finally managing to speak.