Heroes From Other Worlds Who Don't Like To Fight

Chapter 182: Armada of Warships

Souma and Historia get a room they can use together to sleep, while Souma's Bath Historia contacts Lilith.

"What about the situation there?"

"Everything is fine sir, the commanders have returned to the capital and the nobles will be put to death tomorrow."

"That's it, and what about the store?"

"Everything goes usually the other master's servants also work diligently, do I have to report their night activities in the mansion."

"That's the part I don't want to hear, whether they're doing anything while I don't know and don't see me has absolutely nothing to do with it."

Lilith laughed a little.

"Is there anything funny?"

"No, instead of feeling the master's already back, it's fine to go a little wild with the lady."

"Ugh, you know that too."

"I can imagine Mr. Souma being nosebleed from seeing the naked body of a woman."

"I can't be, I'm sure of it."

"Souma, I forgot to bring a towel, did you see it?"

Historia emerges from the bathroom naked and Souma has to cover her nose.

"Well."

"Is there a bloody Souma?"

"Go, don't come near me."

"Huh, I want to check on you."

"Lilith saved me."

Lilith who was on top of the high wall cut off her conversation while staring at the shining moon quite close above her head.

"I didn't expect something like this to happen, if the entire Demon Lord Trinity knew this, what they would do."

Lilith had a warm smile on her face before turning to a hideous evil smile.

"Now it's time to work too, there are people who sell strange drugs. How do I kill them?'

Honestly Historia is a beautiful girl but beyond that unfortunately she likes girls again, Souma for the first time thought so.

He always feels nothing when he is close to anyone, he does not feel interested, happy or try to know how others feel to give him, he just lives like a machine with one thought pattern implanted in his mind that is a sadness, because that sadness is what might have made him help others until now.

Regardless of how he lived, having such feelings was not bad.

Souma placed his hand on Historia's chest.

Squeeze it and try to suppress it. Every time he did so his elasticity hit his palm with the same thrust.

This is called the law of physics.

Souma had heard of it in another world.

More than that.

"So this is how it feels to hold it, when I do it to Anna I don't feel the sensation of feeling like this."

"Ugh, Souma wants to harass me. How is this? I'm not ready."

"When did you wake up?"

"Since then."

And Souma withdrew his hand, and pretended that nothing had happened.

"It's time to take a walk."

"I hurt if I just touched it like that."

Historia wore the Arc Priest outfit she previously wore with a crown as well as carrying a shield in her hand, after the agreement with the intertwined angel race they would instantly invade the imperial territory.

Souma had also been prepared with the sword in his hand just before they went a shake felt for the two, the items stuck to the wall started to fall down, downwards, the windows began to shake with a deafening explosion, just as Souma pulled the collar of Historia and jumped out of the window, the house he was given now exploded because of a fireball that hit him without pause.

Souma stared with a troubled face.

"Yare, yare, what is it?"

Souma still thinks that yare-yare is no match for the girl next to him.

Above the two dozens of warships floating in the air, the ship used a hot air balloon to make it fly.

"I don't think there's anything like this in the world either."