Chapter 19: Scars
Taking a deep breath, Vritra continued with his story.
"I was very lucky that I didn't fall all the way to the bottom of the trap to my death. Instead, my unconscious body hung over a stone that hooked my clothes... sigh I was really lucky.
After I came to my senses, I was frightened and almost fell down, but luckily, before my clothes gave up, I was able to hold onto the bulging stone.
I shouted for help, and just when my hands were about to give up, luckily someone was passing by there and they heard me—and thankfully, that person helped me out. After that, he gave me these clothes since mine were torn, and then he brought me back here."
Vritra finished his story, a look of gratification on his face while Diana listened without much visible reaction, but Vritra could sense slight interest in her crystal-like eyes. Only after he had finished did she give a slight nod.
"I see."
Her expression remained unreadable. Vritra didn't know if she was involved in what happened to him or not, but just from her attitude, he didn't like this woman at all. Just her presence and gaze brought a sense of inferiority to others.
'So much luck huh...' Diana stared at Vritra for a long time, several thoughts going through her mind; of course, she had many doubts about the story he just gave her, but he was just too insignificant, so she didn't really care all that much.
Not wanting to waste any of her energy on him she nodded and spoke:
"You can leave. It's good that you have returned. For now, you can rest. You will receive further orders later."
Vritra nodded with a slightly flustered expression, his fists were still clenched, and slight shivers could be seen running across his body; all the details were easily noticed by the goddess, proving how ordinary and mediocre he really was.