I listened to the events of that day from Victoria's perspective.

She explained the events in chronological order, from the moment she left the school dormitory until she returned to the harbor.

At first, Beatrice didn’t believe a word she said. But as Victoria calmly explained that the Sahagin’s behavior patterns were simple, she began to change her stance. It seemed like she understood that Victoria was sharing her own experiences.

Gradually, her expression contorted, and when she heard that Victoria had been stabbed in the thigh by a Sahagin, she abruptly stopped and checked Victoria’s physical condition.

"So, if you were kidnapped by the Sahagin, shouldn’t you have tried to escape? Why did your goal suddenly shift to eliminating the main culprit?"

"I told you, my side felt oddly uncomfortable, so when I touched it, I noticed scales. And the Sahagin documents? Thanks to the 'Other Species Language' class I took as part of my general education, I could vaguely understand it, and I hoped that if I messed up their work, things might get better."

So that’s how she became a butcher for the Sahagin.

When I said she had started becoming one, Beatrice was genuinely surprised.

At that moment, Victoria, wearing a thin, tank-top-like outfit with minimal fabric, showed Beatrice her side to calm her down quickly.

Did she intentionally wear such thin clothes?

No, I checked her memories, and since it was summer, she had just worn whatever she normally did.

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Beatrice, looking like she had a headache, rubbed her eyes. When I first saw her, her eyes were already darkened from exhaustion, and she looked extremely haggard.

Then she pointed at me.

"So those monsters summoned a god, and that god was you, Bell?"

"Yes. But according to them, I wasn’t the god they were supposed to summon."

Both of their gazes turned toward me, and I nodded.

At least Daegon was considered a singular god in the world he came from.

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