Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach found himself once again wordlessly staring at his latest familiar's beautiful face.

"What do you mean?" He asked. There was no way Soara, a literal deity, couldn't find the way.

"How am I supposed to locate your comrades or this Academy when this is my first time setting foot on this land, Master? I do not know where either might be," Soara explained.

"Ooh!" Zach nodded in understanding. "I see. So if you knew, you could find the way."

"...Yes." Soara's answer was slow.

Zach ignored and promptly forgot about the hesitation in her answer. There was no way Soara, a literal deity, couldn't find the way.

"Oh, but I can point you in the direction of where the thickest aura of death is, Master," Soara said excitedly, happy to be of help somehow. Stay updated through empire

This time, it was Zach's turn to tilt his head and blink emptily as he looked at Soara.

"...Why would I want that?" Wouldn't the place with the thickest aura of death also be the most dangerous?

"Usually, that kind of aura surrounds people. For someone to have accumulated that much, they should be relatively strong, I guess." Soara shrugged as she assessed their strength. It didn't sound like she thought they were strong. If anything, it sounded like they were weak. But they had a thick enough aura of death to stand out in their vicinity.

It was a risk. They hadn't necessarily killed people to earn that aura. But they could have killed people. That meant they could be less than friendly to Zach.

Zach glanced at his familiars.

Did he have anything to worry about? An angel. A desert witch. A deity of Death and Transcendence.

No, he didn't have anything to worry about. At least not unless it was someone like his parents or the principal.

"Alright. Lead the way, Soara." Zach pointed in a random direction while he gave his order.

"Of course, Master." Soara curtsied and started leading them in the opposite direction of where Zach had pointed.

"..."

Zach didn't say anything. Yanael didn't say anything. Alzara didn't say anything. Soara didn't say anything.

"...I knew it was this way."

"Me too, Master."

"Right."

"May I ask why you pointed the other way, then, Master?"

"No, you may not."

"Okay."

Silently and awkwardly, the group of four walked with Soara and Yanael in the lead, Zach in the middle, and Alzara at the back. Both Yanael and Alzara were walking with their faces in the books Soara gave them.

They kept their guards up, but even if they didn't, Zach had a barrier around them that would be enough to block most attacks at least once. He couldn't be too safe, even when surrounded by powerful familiars, after all.

Still, the two maids didn't let down their guards. It prevented them from fully sinking into their books and studying them whole-heartedly. But they weren't in a rush. There was enough information in there for a lifetime. Skimming through them or just reading the lighter things would be enough for a light walk.

That left Zach mulling on various things. With how much he had to think about, he didn't even know when they arrived. Or at least stopped.

Zach looked at Soara, who had stopped walking. They were still by the coast. He could see a white, sandy beach just ahead. He frowned.

Next to a cluster of trees was a small wooden hut with a thatched roof. It almost seemed like it had been made from the trees it was sitting next to, based on the color and the stumps. It looked like it was at least a few years old.

"Is that it?" He asked Soara.

She nodded, having been informed of keeping their ability to talk and their names secret. That meant there was a risk the person in the hut could hear them.

Zach inelegantly walked, skipped, and stumbled down the slight mound they had stopped on. His maids accompanied him but with elegance. They walked over the smooth sand until they were a stone's throw away from the hut.

Zach had stopped since he saw someone sleeping in a hammock next to the hut.

"Um, excuse me!" He gently called out and waved his hand. He was a little worried about waking someone up who was supposed to have a thick aura of death around them. But if they lived in a hut in seclusion from the rest of the world, they couldn't be that bad.

Or they didn't like being disturbed. Zach preferred not to think about that possibility.

The person in the hammock stirred and poked a bald, bearded head over the fabric.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Ugh…I knew that fish was bad…Why did I eat it…?" The old man muttered with a frown before lying down again. Zach barely heard him. He frowned slightly.

"Um, I'm sorry, but I'm not a fish or anything like that. I wanted to ask for directions or possibly help finding my way. I'm a bit lost, and I'm not very good at finding the way."

The old man poked his head up again. He opened his eyes wider and looked at Zach for a moment.

Zach felt that gaze.

Soara's claim that the man had the thickest aura of death in their vicinty wasn't baseless.

The old man squinted.

"That is the sea behind you, right?" The old man asked.

Zach turned around. He looked at the sea. He turned back. While turning back, he began answering.

"Yes, that is…"

Zach's voice trailed off since the old man was right in front of him, taking a close look at him.

"Now, what in the darn fruitshells is an Evandiel doing on my porch?" He asked with a sour tone and frown. His eyes widened slightly before Zach could answer.

"Hey, aren't you Nymur? I thought you would have grown up a little by now, but I guess not!" The old man laughed and patted Zach on the shoulder like a grandpa might.

Zach's barrier didn't stand a chance. His maids hadn't reacted, either. There had been no malice in his movements. And he had been quick, too quick for them to react.

But now that his hand was resting on Zach's shoulder, Yanael had drawn her sword and pointed it at the old man. Alzara had also pulled out her daggers, which were already glowing.