Chapter 45: Layer? I Hardly Know Her!

  (*Celia’s POV*)

  Getting the guide of this yer to help me was an absurd nightmare. She was so damn huhat most of the day ent with me nursing said hangover for her. Eventually, she did sobered up enough to help me leave.

  Stupidly, and in the woman’s words herself, because of her personality, she is one of the only guides that just make a door to either lower her yers of Hell. And she make them WHEREEVER she wants to…

  This is all fine and dandy, but she lied to me the entire day… She said that she would o be in tiptop shape to guide me out of this yer. That was a btant lie, as she just made a door appear in our hotel room.

  Velta: “I truly now believe that the Hell Guides are just zy angels els that have some personality quirk, like being an alcoholic, or a lying a lot.” She said with a sigh.

  Celia: “And I couldn’t bme you for assuming that. These Hell Guides haven’t really given us a good reason to respect them…” I say with a sigh of my own.

  Velta: “I feel like this teleportation is taking loha one…” She said with an aone.

  Celia: “Surely, you’re just imagining it taking longer…” I reply with a deadpan tone.

  She wasn’t wrong… We have been stu this teleportation for over an hour. Frankly, we have actually gotteo it at this point. Which is good, as one of our pns involves fixing that teleportation array ohe war is over.

  Velta: “I most apologize once more, Celia. I assumed that you were weak, and I assumed that Ria only married you because you’re beautiful. But I was clearly wrong on both ats.” She said with a remorseful tone.

  Celia: “I don’t mind, you don’t really know me that much, anyway. By the way, did you know? Ria is also married to one of my mothers.” I say with a giggle.

  Velta: “…That is a good joke, Celia.” She replied with a ugh.

  Celia: “Sure, Amelie is my adoptive mother, but I still see her as my mom. I am not joking, Velta.” I say with a serious tone.

  Velta: “…”

  Ah, that made her quiet! How lucky! No, I uand that she has nothing else to do, but we have been talking for over an hour. Even I have my limits… Thankfully, at this exaent, we had nded in a new yer.

  Velta: “How is this a yer of Hell?” She asked with a fused tone.

  Celia: “…”

  Now it was my turn to be silent. This yer was dy. No, really. It was a nd of dy. Velta’s question is valid, why is this sidered a part of Hell?…

  Taking a bite of some random dy, I instantly spit it out. The dy, if you could even call it that, tasted like the most foul thing that I have ever tasted before in my life…

  Velta: “Ah, so the dy taste horrible, I see.” She said.

  Celia: “I want to go home to my wives…” I say with a sad tone.

  Velta: “Stop pining! You do that once we leave.” She said with a stern tone.

  Celia: “I want to see my daughter as well…” I say with a tinued sad tone.

  Velta: “You have a daughter!? Anyway, that isn’t important. You just do all of that when you get back!” She excimed.

  Celia: “No, I ’t. As you stupidly started a major war!” I yell in annoyance.

  Velta: “I did what now? Oh, shit… Okay, I’ll admit to helping out the clearly not mentally stable Elf queen, but how did that end in a war?” She asked with a fused tone.

  Celia: “Amora pns to burire Elven forest down. Doing that would anger damn near everyone, and anger every higher being iehat forest puts out a lot of Mana to our world, after all.” I expin.

  Velta: “…My bad, I guess? You might be going to war, but surely it hasn’t affected you that much, right?” She asked.

  Celia: “You mind trolled all of her daughters. All of them tried to kill me, and even though such a thing would be a pipe dream, they tried to kill Ria as well.” I reply.

  Velta: “Hm… I truly belong in Hell, then.” She said with a sigh.

  Celia: “Whatever… We just o focus on esg this pow, if I was a dy city, where the fuck would I be?” I say.

  Looking around, or rather, I flew up into the sky to get a higher vantage point. Luckily, I could see a city not that far from our current location. Flying toward it, I was immediately attacked in the air…

  And not by a demon, but clearly by a Hell Guide. Excuse me? Why the fuck are you attag us for no reason? Blog her strike with my sword, I sent a kick to her left side. The kick sent her flying off into the distance. Oops?…

  Okay, I was in a bad mood, so please five me for putting so much forto that kick… I didn’t mean it, I slease don’t automatically put me in Hell for this!

  Velta: “Nice Kick, Celia!” She said with a proud tone.

  I just kicked the shit out of a being that is basically an angel, is that really something to be proud about!? Eh, whatever my mother-in-w says, must be correct.

  dy Hell Guide: “Why are you so damn strong!?” She yelled.

  Celia: “Because I do not belong here, as I am a living person. Sorry about the kick, I put too much forto it, as I am in a bad mood.” I answer with a remorseful tone.

  dy Hell Guide: “There aren’t any demons on this yer, so you could easily take this pce over… Why don’t I just send you to a lower yer right now?” She proposed.

  Celia: “I have no desires to take over any p Hell, so if you would show us the way out, that would be amazing.” I reply with a smile.

  Thankfully, this yer wasn’t that big of a deal. Th guide was still wounded from my kick, and she tried to py it off. But her limping told me that she was still in pain. Without her asking, I used healing magi her, which she greatly appreciated.

  It didn’t take that long for her to take us to a, and once again, we were stuck flying in the weird teleportation thingy. No, wait… This still makes me sick…

  Velta: “Eventually, we will get used to this, right?” She asked.

  Celia: “God, I hope so…” I say with a sigh.

  I just hope that this one won’t take an hour like the st one. I am beginning to get sick of Hell’s shit… Well, this pce is HELL, so the fact that we’re suffering, probably means that it is doing its job… Doesn’t mean that I won’t pin about it, though…