Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1487

Chapter 1487: Doom

"Hey."

The air in the room grew tense. The council members all stared at Atticus with heavy eyes, yet he didn’t seem to notice their attention.

He smiled at the Saint’s response.

"How have you been?"

"Honestly? I’ve seen better days." The Saint sighed, then shot him a sharp glare. "Someone doesn’t seem to be fulfilling their duties."

"...what duties?"

"The man is supposed to protect and lift the woman’s burdens, yes?" She said with a flick of her silky hair. "There’s a very heavy burden on me right now."

Atticus blinked. She wasn’t joking. Anorah leaned back, staring at him with a look that basically screamed, well? Fix it.

"Ahem."

A cough echoed from one of the council members.

’Thank you...’

Atticus sighed inwardly. Heaven knew he had absolutely no idea what she wanted from him.

’Why does she do this in public...?’

Ignoring Anorah’s frown, he glanced around the room.

’New faces.’

The council members were men and women whose sheer power made the air around them tremble.

Yet their expressions were filled with disbelief as they stared at the interaction between their Saint and the newcomer.

Still, Atticus was more focused on the unfamiliar faces. Aside from the council members who had betrayed the resistance in the past, Atticus noticed several other gods he hadn’t seen before.

The interruption came from one of them.

"Pardon the interruption, Saint."

The man had a slender physique and pale features. His mustache curled thickly above a sharp mouth, and his fingers idly brushed the thinly knitted beard beneath his chin.

He threw Atticus a cold, dismissive look before turning fully to the Saint.

"...but I believe we have more important matters to attend to."

"Ugh, I suppose you’re right, Hulan."

The Saint sighed, then casually waved toward Mathias, seated beside her.

"Huh?" Mathias blinked, startled by the gesture, but the Saint only frowned.

"Shuu. Give up your seat for him."

His eyes narrowed, but one cold look from her silenced him.

"...alright."

With gritted teeth, he stood and backed away. Atticus felt the weight of the council members’ heavy glare burning into him as he approached the chair, but he ignored it.

As he sat, he nodded at Magnus and Kiara who took seats farther from the table. The Saint looked at Hulan.

"Well, get on with it."

Hulan frowned, but another god Atticus didn’t recognize spoke up.

"Despite what... others may think, this meeting concerns the survival of the resistance as a whole."

Atticus turned toward the source. It was a bald god with hard, battle worn eyes. He looked like someone who’d lived through too many wars and came out angrier each time.

He stared straight at the Saint, treating Atticus like he wasn’t even in the room.

"We cannot allow a stray god to attend a meeting of such importance."

"Atticus is more important to the resistance than you sorry lot combined," the Saint replied coldly. "If it wasn’t for him, the resistance wouldn’t even exist. He’s an ally."

"But—"

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