Chapter 14: Pandora, I'm Moving!
"Boom… boom… boom…"
Jarul approached slowly, his massive weapon resting on his shoulder. His stern gaze met Jorul's across the smoldering ruins of Elbaf.
Thanks to Roy's intervention, Linlin hadn't committed the unspeakable tragedy from the original events. Jorul was alive, and while the village suffered damage, the losses were far from catastrophic.
Still, the look in YJorul's eyes spoke volumes.
"She's a born demon," Jorul said coldly, gripping his sword tighter. "Don't treat her like a child. If she's left alone, she'll become a disaster for the world."
"She has no right to thank the sun," Jarul growled beside him, his voice echoing through the frozen air. "She can even harm her closest companions—women, children. She's the very incarnation of evil. We can't let her go unpunished."
Both giants raised their blades, their expressions carved in grief and anger.
If this hadn't been Elbaf—if Roy hadn't intervened and taken Linlin away—then the island would've been nothing but ash and bones.
Perhaps before Linlin's parents abandoned her, she had already caused destruction through her uncontrollable hunger.
Roy stood off to the side, holding Pandora in his arms, absently rubbing her round cheeks while quietly observing. His gaze shifted between the sleeping Linlin and the towering giants ready to strike her down.
As he expected, Sister Carmel stepped forward. She spread her arms, standing between Linlin and the giants, blocking their path.
"Please, have mercy, Lord Jarul, Lord Jorul!" she pleaded, looking up at them.
The nun's voice trembled, but her expression was firm.
She stood as Linlin's shield.
Meanwhile, Roy continued to rub Pandora's head, watching silently as the village's mood turned grim.
The young giant children huddled together, staring at Linlin in fear. Many of the injured adults sat slumped against walls, clutching broken arms or bruised ribs. Hatred flickered in their eyes.
Before, when Linlin had broken bones or caused trouble, they forgave her. But this—this was different. She had crossed a line. Even without fatalities, the psychological scars ran deep.
Forgiveness, after all, has its limits.
And Linlin had long surpassed them.
Roy sighed softly, stroking Pandora's small flaming face. "We're moving, huh?" he muttered under his breath.
Carmel turned to the giants and declared, "Linlin is just a child—an abandoned one, like the rest of us in the Sheep's House. I won't abandon her too!"
Roy exhaled through his nose, smirking faintly. "That's the same woman who once deceived Elbaf for the World Government… and now she's playing the saint again."
But her words worked.
The orphans of the Sheep's House, once frightened of Linlin, now looked at her with pity instead. They shared her pain, even if they didn't understand it.
"What are you planning to do?" Jarul asked, lowering his sword slightly.
"I'll take this child and the rest away," Carmel said firmly.
"Carmel!" gasped one of the giants.
The villagers stared in disbelief. Though many despised Linlin, they still respected the nun deeply.
Roy tugged at Pandora's cheeks. "So… she's going through with it. Planning to sell Linlin off after all," he muttered quietly.
Hajrudin and Gerd turned toward Roy, both looking disheartened. They'd spent so much time at the Sheep's House with him—it was hard to believe he was leaving.
Redding approached and sat beside Roy, sighing as he looked at the boy he'd trained for nearly a year.
When he first found Roy, he'd thought the small, scrawny kid looked weak, almost fragile. But in ten months, that boy's growth had been beyond anything he'd ever imagined.
Now, he was about to leave.
"Boy," Redding said softly, "why don't you stay here? I'll adopt you myself."
Roy looked up at him with an innocent smile. "The nun's been good to me, so I'll stay by her side." He lifted Pandora, showing him off. "Besides, look—this is the birthday gift she gave me."
Redding's expression softened. "She really is generous…"
Carmel stayed silent. She knew Roy was lying, but she didn't bother correcting him. After all, she planned to sell both him and Linlin soon enough.
"Ah… she agreed," Roy whispered under his breath, smirking.
Pandora looked from Roy to the nun, her tiny face twisted with disbelief. Wait... I'm a gift now?
Finally, Jorul and Jarul exchanged one last glance.
"Then make sure she's gone by morning," Jarul said flatly. "I never want to see her again."
The two turned and walked away, their heavy steps fading into the distance.
The incident had come to an end—at least, on the surface.
Roy watched them leave, then glanced at Linlin, still asleep on the ground. "Even asleep, she could probably punch through my defense," he muttered wryly.
The Next Morning
Roy rose early, packing his clothes neatly. Behind him floated a small, fiery sun—Pandora—watching curiously as he worked.
"Let's go, little sun," he said, shouldering his pack.
"I told you already—it's Pandora, not little sun!" Pandora snapped, puffing up indignantly.
"Oh, I see. Prometheus," Roy teased as he stepped outside, breathing in the crisp morning air. The snow had stopped. The world felt calm, almost serene—a rare moment of warmth during the winter solstice.
"Pandora!" he shouted, zipping in front of his face.
"Oh, Atlas?"
"Pandora!"
"Got it, Themis~"
"YOU—!" Pandora's flames flared up. "I'LL BURN YOU!"
Roy grabbed him before he could ignite, holding him firmly in his palm. His flames licked harmlessly against his skin, unable to burn him. Pandora's frustration reached new heights.
"Is everyone ready?" Carmel called from the doorway, glancing at the children gathered in front of the Sheep's House.
"All ready, Sister!" they replied in unison.
Linlin stood among them, rubbing her eyes, backpack slung awkwardly over her shoulder. She still looked dazed, unaware of why they were suddenly moving away from the village.
A few giants waited nearby to escort them to the shore. One of them—tall, broad, and grim—snorted coldly when Linlin tried to approach.
"Hmph." He turned his back and walked away without a word.
Roy followed the nun toward the docks, Pandora floating behind him with an irritated pout.
The ship waiting for them was colossal—an Elbaf-built vessel with sails large enough to blot out the morning sun. Several giants stood aboard, ready to accompany the nun to another island and help her rebuild.
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