Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2172: Making preparations

The pontiffs regarded me with peculiar expressions as I emerged from the primary sanctuary.

Their gazes were akin to having received divine revelations, yet they seemed hesitant to voice any interpretations.

It was evident they surmised the events that transpired, but this did not appear to diminish their resolve to assist me against the forces of Destruction.

After all, their very existence hung in the balance if they neglected to aid me.

The precise nature of the divine message imparted to the pontiffs remained unknown to me, but it was clear they possessed knowledge beyond that of ordinary individuals.

"I require a secluded space for preparation," I stated to them with composed demeanor upon exiting.

The pontiffs simply offered nods of assent before turning to guide my path.

Their swiftness in leading me onward suggested they had anticipated my request.

Upon our arrival, however, I discovered the location was not as I had envisioned.

"You need to recuperate. The strain from your ordeal has left you unsettled, and you must find calm before confronting the forces of Destruction," declared the pope of the Solista Religion, having brought me to this estate.

Observing the stationed guards, I understood that any attempt to depart would be futile.

It seemed they intended to enforce a period of rest upon me.

A wry smile touched my lips at this realization; while the divine pronouncements to the pontiffs were a mystery, I perceived that their actions stemmed from more than just celestial guidance.

Their concern for my well-being was palpable.

I had to concede they were not entirely mistaken.

Despite my return, genuine rest had eluded me since my anxiety over the Kite Kingdom situation began. Sleep was a luxury when uncertain if my family yet lived.

Yet, to possess any hope of rescuing them, I needed to be at peak condition for the confrontation with the forces of Destruction.

"I shall rest," I conceded.

The pontiffs acknowledged my statement with approving nods, but the guards remained stationed.

Their presence was not born of fear that I might act rashly or attempt an escape, but rather to ensure I adhered to the prescribed rest.

Sensing their genuine concern, I resolved that this was not the moment to harbor doubts about my allies.

Regardless of what celestial messages the pontiffs may have received, for the present, I had to trust their unwavering support.

Without this unity, our prospects against the forces of Destruction were indeed bleak.

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"What is it you are preparing?"

This question arose when I conveyed my need for a space to prepare.

Although they had heard similar sentiments before, they had assumed I merely required a place to recover, hence their arrangement for me at the manor and the enforced rest.

However, my true intention was to ready certain necessities, things that could only be conceived and crafted now that I wielded the power from the third inheritance of the God of Creation.

No physical materials were required, as these preparations involved the use of divine creation energy itself; what I truly needed was an area of privacy for my work.

Consequently, this warehouse became my chosen destination.

A more secure location might have been offered, but my preference lay with this specific place.

A remote spot offered greater discretion than a heavily guarded facility.

Upon our arrival here, I immediately commenced utilizing the divine creation energy to fashion the implements for the impending battle.

The continuous prayers of the pontiffs, however, proved somewhat distracting.

They had accompanied me to observe, and as I began channeling my divine energy, their prayers commenced.

While they typically did not offer prayers when divine energy was used in conjunction with a relic, they sensed the profound difference in this instance. Their status as pontiffs of major religions was not arbitrary; discerning such anomalies was second nature to them.

I only wished they wouldn't treat me as if I were some sort of spectacle.

Regarding their earlier inquiry about my preparations, I offered my response only after the task was complete.

"You may proceed to test them now."

The pontiffs exhibited surprise at my words, their expressions laced with skepticism. Nevertheless, they accepted the items I presented, receiving detailed instructions on their proper handling, which I ensured they understood.

Mishandling them could have led to significant complications.

Upon grasping the correct usage, they were utterly astonished by the results.

"What is this? How can it achieve such a feat?"

The pontiffs turned their shocked gazes towards me, posing their incredulous questions.

My own countenance, however, conveyed a sense of disappointment.

"It appears it still lacks sufficient power. I believe certain adjustments are necessary."

I paid no heed to the pontiffs' astonishment, turning my attention to the subsequent batch of preparations.

Ultimately, this held greater significance than providing answers to their inquiries. It was especially true because they would have struggled to comprehend any explanations I might have offered.

These creations were born from the foundations of my previous existence, making them concepts not easily elucidated.

However, there was no uncertainty regarding the utility these inventions would provide when launching an assault against the forces of Destruction.

This realization only fueled my determination further.