Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 569: Beating

The fight against the Hydra could have gone very differently. The Hydra had no reason to spare any of them. They had all attacked her as soon as she broke out of her seal and wanted to return to the world, after all. If anything, she would have been justified if she returned the killing intent.

She had more than enough strength to realize that killing intent.

However, whether it was intentional or not, Zach had defused the situation multiple times. Instead of the fight devolving into a blood fest to celebrate the Hydra's return, it turned into a conversation. It was interrupted by violence and unlucky choices of words, but Zach had essentially disarmed the Hydra by talking with her.

If he hadn't done that, the others would not have thought to converse with the Hydra or tried to figure out her intentions. They would have fought to the death, believing in the tales told by their predecessors and the prophecies as read from the stars.

The Evandiels had passed down the goal of ending the Hydra's lifeline for generations. They had lived for that and inspected the seal on the thirtieth floor to get an estimate of when the Hydra would break out of its seal.

That timing had coincided with the prophecy of great change and disaster from the Sesha.

The prophecy had made it sound like something big and dangerous was coming. Regardless of whether they survived or not, the skies would change.

Considering the timing of the Hydra's seal, it was natural to assume that the prophecy had been about her.

The Hydra was certainly big and dangerous. The mere threat of her reemergence into the world had birthed a war and reaped countless lives. She was also still very much alive and free. There was no telling the damage she could wreak across the Empire with the strength she had just shown.

But that was unlikely, given her conversation with Zach.

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However, for a prophecy of such a scale to talk about this war like it was the end of the world didn't make sense. Either it was wrong, or they had missed something. One way to find out would be to talk with the tribe responsible for reading the prophecy among the stars.

Maura glanced around.

"Shit."

Everyone looked at her when she suddenly cursed.

"Those rat bastards took the chance to flee," she explained. The Arlecch tribe, or what remained of it, and the Ugri tribe had disappeared sometime during the fight. They had realized that there was no defeating the Hydra. Even if there were, their end wouldn't be any good.

So, when the others were distracted by keeping their lives intact, they skipped town like their lives depended on it. There was no way they would be caught now.

That discovery put a damper on the already complex mood. Everyone was still reeling from the fact that history was a lie, they were all disgustingly weak, and Zach, the youngest of them all, had saved their lives without even waiting for a thanks.

There was also the aftermath that they all dreaded dealing with. For now, they could take a few moments or minutes to breathe. They had survived. The threat of the Hydra was at least temporarily suspended.

Everything else could come later.

There was just one thing that stood out.

"Who are you?" Nymur suddenly asked Ozra. He had not forgotten the sight of Ozra headbutting Zach until his nose gushed blood. She had come from seemingly nowhere and attacked his son for seemingly no reason.

But she had also saved Zach from being incinerated when he first spoke about the Hydra's Children. She was strong.

Nymur was more wary than hostile, but he certainly didn't have a good impression of her.

"Ozra." Ozra's answer was simple, and she gave it with a shrug.

Nymur stepped in front of his other kids and put his hand on the handle of his beaten sword.

Yan paused for a second before narrowing his eyes as he looked at Ozra.

Maura tilted her head, confused at their reactions.

"You're…" Nymur started saying uncertainly.

Ozra rolled her eyes.

"Yes. Ozra, the maniac who maims and kills children in her free time." She crossed her arms and stared at Nymur to see if he was going to do anything. He wasn't. He was tired from the fighting and not confident he could take Ozra. If the rumors were even slightly accurate, she still had many cards up her sleeves.

Since no one was going to do anything to her, Ozra turned around and grabbed her Metaleton. She picked it up by the head and held it in front of her while walking away.

"You're a disgrace. But you did good, I guess." Her body faded away as she spoke, disappearing from the others' view and senses.

Yan glanced at Nymur.

"I think—"

"Don't." Nymur sternly interrupted Yan.

"...That was a mistake." Yan ignored that and spoke anyway. "There's more to it than those rumors. And she saved your son's life."

"She also beat him up."

"Is that what it looked like to you?" Yan asked seemingly innocently.

It was definitely a beating that would have put an ordinary man in the field hospital for a month if they survived.

But Zach was far from ordinary. His body was sturdy, he had his barriers to soften any blow he took, and he regenerated from his injuries at a visible pace. It was to the point where Yan suspected that he had inherited the Hydra's powers of regeneration, albeit a weaker version.

A beating of the level Ozra had given him was like a friendly but painful tap to the shoulders with the knuckles.

It was only a beating worth being upset over if Zach was weak.

That made it clear what Nymur subconsciously still thought of Zach despite what had just transpired.

Yan ignored Nymur and the other Evandiels and turned to Maura.

"Are you interested in a little diplomacy to calm the nerves on a tumultuous day like this?" He asked.

"Don't you know the word rest…?"

"I know it very well. That's why I know when my gut is telling me there's no time for it."