I Translated the Necronomicon

17. It was a strange ceiling…

Moving an unconscious person is more difficult than one might think.

When they are awake, they unconsciously try to balance their weight and distribute it evenly, which is somewhat helpful.

But if they’re not awake, that’s hardly possible.

If anything, it was more difficult, not easier.

Even though he tried to listen for any signs of life, his body was as stiff as a log, making it impossible to tell if it was a person or a statue.

Yudahee grumbled that it was easier for corpses in the arena.

Nevertheless, they hung on shoulders quite well. With Dike and Adikia on their shoulders, the sight of limbs stretched out at right angles was a laugh bell in itself.

Not gymnastics, but what.

Exiting the entrance, they gently leaned against each other on the living room carpet, presenting a human figure.

The sight of each supporting the other, thinking that if one woke up, they would take care of it themselves.

It seemed like it would end if left alone, but –

Thud.

“Uwaeek.”

“Kehekkeueek.”

“Ch… “

… It wasn’t over yet.

Watching the spectacle of soil erupting from both sides, curses involuntarily surged from Yudahee’s insides.

The scene of nose and mouth, nothing but spouting, was truly shocking.

Why are there two phases popping out, not even a twin raid boss?

The soil, like the tears of a patriot who lost a country, flowed down their cheeks and neck, soaking their entire bodies.

Buddha, who gained enlightenment under the barley tree, would have probably snapped a branch and stuck it into their mouths upon witnessing this scene.

Looking at the pancake flowing from their mouths onto the floor, not the ground, but onto their faces and clothes, it seemed like humanity would disappear, but what could be done.

This, too, was their karma.

“Sigh…”

Next time, Yudahee decided to upload to the gallery with a slightly less potent potion while resolving to do so, lifting their arms.

“Uuung…”

It was an unfamiliar ceiling…

Adikia felt as if she had just woken up from a very comfortable sleep, wrapping herself in the blanket again, thinking, “Did I just wake up from a nap?” But…

“This isn’t right!”

She threw off the blanket and got up from the bed.

Is this a fantasy? An illusion?

She pinched her cheek, but nothing changed.

Luxurious bed, wallpaper, and a room she had never seen before.

Wondering about this, she realized the peculiarity only after getting off the bed.

Where on earth did her clothes disappear to?

“Eek…!”

She was wearing a light, white one-piece pajama that she had never seen before, and it was even partially see-through…

“What, what is this!”

Even her underwear seemed to have vanished.

“I, I took off my underwear?!”

Adikia’s head began to spin violently.

“Where did it all go wrong, from when I got out of the car Malcolm was driving, and the tail lights passed by slowly, and the last memory was…”

“Uweeek…!”

A mysterious note that makes the gallery owner feel nauseous just thinking about it.

It was a clear case of PTSD that Adikia keenly felt.

Adikia had definitely heard of such cases before.

They say that people pour drinks until they’re dead drunk, and the next day, they wake up in a completely unfamiliar place.

There’s a story that if you’re Korean, you drink, throw up, and then keel over after drinking liquor from a green bottle.

But could someone really end up in a stranger’s house like this…?

Was it the aftereffects, or was it because their powers hadn’t fully recovered that they couldn’t summon their proper armament?

With just enough strength to pull one object, the air of misfortune lingered around Adikia’s face.

“Quietly… I have to quietly slip away.”

Thankfully, there were no restraints on their body.

Turning the doorknob slightly, it didn’t lock.

“Phew…”

After taking a deep breath, Adikia quietly opened the door and cautiously peeked around.

A penthouse available for lease with powers, and an incredibly expensive one at that…!

Adikia, who managed to pull a water bottle from a table in the distance using their powers, went back into the room.

Wrapping the bottle in a blanket and placing it on the edge of the bed, it shattered sharply without making any sound.

It was a minimal means of self-defense, and compared to wielding powers, it was not even as effective as a claw’s edge, but still better than nothing.

Quietly opening the door again and stepping outside, what Adikia saw was…

“Ugh… it’s damn hard to clean up. Where the hell are those dirty underwear? Why don’t I have a single pair of panties in this house?”

There was a man who emerged into the living room, partially undressed.

No, was he a god?

With wet, tousled hair and muscles glistening, he crossed the living room wearing only a bath towel around his lower body.

A captivating physique… If it weren’t for this situation, Adikia might have been slightly… interested.

His face wasn’t clearly visible as the wet hair flowed over his eyes.

Though his confident steps suggested a high-ranking deity, it seemed otherwise, considering the lack of divine power…

A very familiar body… Adikia searched her mind for a matching figure and voice, but nothing came to mind.

The man seemed to be deep in thought, then headed towards the sofa.

“Just stay quietly on the sofa like this…”

Then, discreetly slipping out through the main door would be an easy task.

Just as she was thinking and preparing for it—

“Sip-!”

Adikia had no choice but to cover her mouth.

On the sofa, he lifted something, and it was none other than the sprawled, naked deity.

“W-what the…!”

With Deke perched on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, he seemed completely unconscious.

W-was he planning to handle Deke like this…?

It made Deke, despite Adikia’s resentment, feel uneasy witnessing the scene, reminiscent of a savage abducting a woman from another tribe.

…Adikia might dislike Deke, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She should have either closed the door or swiftly escaped while the other person was lifting Deke…

It was too late.

The gaze of the man who turned around met hers.

“:…..”

“…….”

Three seconds of speechless silence, broken first by Adikia’s scream.

“aaah!”

The divine and the contractee, instinctive shouts and defensive postures preceding any rational thought.

“You, do, don’t let go! Cr, crime! This is a crime! Dare to touch the go, goddess!”

“Uh… Adikia, can you put that down and talk?”

“You, wh, who do you think you are, knowing my name!”

“I saw your post, do you have some kind of face recognition disorder or something…”

Adikia, thinking it couldn’t go on like this, raised the broken bottle and rushed towards her opponent.

Anyway, retreat is not an option once caught…!

If you can’t escape, a direct breakthrough is the principle…!

Aiming the sharp-edged broken bottle at the opponent’s belly, Adikia lunged forward.

“Dieee!”

“No, even if you’re crazy, you should be crazy gracefully!”

Surprised, he threw the deck he was holding back onto the sofa and looked at Adikia’s approaching bottle.

Basic physical abilities and the ability to devour an entire country’s army with her bare hands were attributes of a goddess, but that was a story when her divine powers were intact…

In the current situation where she couldn’t use her powers, Adikia was no different from an ordinary girl.

The pain surged in the wrists, missing the moment to catch the illness in the shock as both arms bent and twisted back.

Adikia, in the same manner, threw herself onto the sofa before snapping down with her knees, imprisoning both hands.

“Ugh…!”

The posture of becoming a shrimp that Dike had suffered from Yudahee for over three hours before, happened in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, Adikia found herself in the same position due to the rapidly unfolding events.

“Bringing someone collapsed in front of the house, washing them, and instead of gratitude, shoving a broken bottle in!”

Hoo, the ancestral wisdom of the black-haired beast, who lamented that gathering was not harvesting, was flawless as he swept his hair.

The moist hair, wet with water, fell backward, revealing none other than-

“Yu, Yudahee?!”

“Yeah, you son of a…!”

Yudahee tasted death in her own way.

Sweeping away the vomit of the two goddesses that flowed to the floor, she did voluntary service like an oil spill cleanup, and even stuck the carpet in that corner.

After that, she stripped them completely, one by one, and even washed them with warm water…!

Although the stiff body loosened with warm water, it didn’t mean the difficulty was reduced.

After roughly washing with soapy water like handwashing, it was an impossible task to dry.

After thoroughly washing away the vomit that covered Adikia’s body, drying it well with a hairdryer to avoid getting cold, and wiping off any remaining moisture on her body, it took a whopping one hour to throw her into the spare room.

Trying to do the same for Dike, it was truly an overnight crunch, something like a midnight labor.

So, after just washing her, she threw her on the sofa… and it happened to be the moment she woke up.

With a face dyed red, she quickly glanced around, roughly understanding what misunderstanding she had caused.

So, in an attempt to calm down, I called out the name, but Adikia, who had just woken up, only seemed to have a reverse effect!

In the end, it turned out like this…

“Ugh…!”

It was ambiguous whether I should let go.

Adikia, with tears welling up, stared at me as if blaming me.

“You, you… saw everything…! Even my underwear… take it off…!”

“No, should I shower with clothes on?”

It’s not like I’m a lunatic who showers in jeans, and who knows what kind of ragged smell I’ll end up with if I wash the clothes covered in dirt as they are.

“I swore to the heavens… no, to the entire universe that I didn’t think or do anything while bathing.”

One mackerel… even if she’s a goddess, I’ll handle it like preparing a sensitive fish, scratching the scales carefully instead of salt, using shampoo and body wash instead of salt, and washing thoroughly without leaving any gaps.

“And, originally, it’s not my preference. It’s small, and besides, hammm….”

Before she finished speaking, Adikia started writhing, spewing steam all over her body.

“Die, die, die, die, die!”

My preference is white hair, well-endowed, and wearing glasses… not glasses, it’s not a glasses fetish… glasses… glasses…!

“Ugh… my head…!”

For some reason, Yudahee felt dirty.

Meanwhile, no matter how much Adikia struggled, it wasn’t going to be easy to break free.

It was a shrimp pose that couldn’t escape even twice the physique of Adikia.

For now, if I hold her like this, she’ll calm down, and the proper story can be told later. – Yudahee had her own plan, but life’s graph always has its ups and downs.

It seemed like fate had no intention of leaving Yudahee alone.

[Panteon OPEN UP!]

Kwa-gwa-gwang!

The entrance to the penthouse suddenly burst open, and a Valkyrie unit, clad in silver armor, appeared, thrusting their spear blades forward.

Despite the sudden turn of events, the Valkyries, who had entered in an instant, efficiently and swiftly assessed the interior before heading towards the center.

Special Suppression Unit of the Pantheon Security Bureau, the Valkyries.

Their mission was to apprehend Yudahee, the contractor responsible for an unprecedented mental contamination incident in the Divine Art Gallery, handling all crimes related to the divine.

Arrest Yudahee, the suspect of the mental contamination incident at the Divine Art Gallery, in accordance with the Pantheon Security Bureau Special Law—this emergency arrest mission came with the condition that the use of force was authorized in case of resistance.

Despite the clean entry and swift response, Yudahee seemed unable to offer any resistance.

[Yudahee, based on the Pantheon Security Bureau Special Law, you are under arrest as a suspect in the mental contamination incident at the Divine Art Gallery….]

The commander swiftly notified Yudahee of the charges and attempted to put on the divine power handcuffs, but… witnessing the gruesome scene, words failed to escape.

The goddess Dike lay unconscious on one side of the sofa, completely undressed, while Adikia, in a half-stripped white dress, writhed in agony, her arms broken and crushed, her body stained red.

“Hu… huff….!”

Adikia’s groans, accompanied by a single tear rolling down her eye, were truly a sight to behold!

The perpetrator behind all this was none other than Yudahee, wearing only a bath towel draped over her.

It was an unmistakable scene of a heinous crime.

“Oh, damn it… I understand that the teachers might have some misunderstanding, but I can explain all of this-“

Thunk.

And the towel wrapped around Yudahee’s lower body fell, marking the climax of the incident.

“Ha, damn it.”

Yudahee bowed her head deeply.