Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren Chapter 227: Taiyaki

The girl stood high above, gazing down at Shichen.

Her delicate, doll‑like face showed no emotion.

Shichen looked up at her and, growing bolder, sized her up.

Her brilliant golden hair was strikingly beautiful and so long that the tips brushed behind her knees.

The black dress she wore—whatever fabric it was—looked very much like a thief's night outfit: snug‑fitting, with detached sleeves that left her pale shoulders bare.

What caught Shichen's eye most were her slender white legs.

Several belt‑like straps encircled her thighs and calves, pressing slightly into the flesh.

The stark contrast between the inky clothes and her fair skin made the girl all the more enchanting.

She was, however, a little too petite—certainly under a ter fifty, Shichen reckoned, about the sa height as Shiyi‑nai.

"Miss, what are you doing up there?" Shichen called, stopping beneath the utility pole.

The girl gave no reply. Head lowered, she continued to stare at him blankly, her ruby‑red eyes shining like gemstones.

"Co down—it's dangerous," Shichen said, feigning worry as though he didn't know her.

Still the girl didn't move.

So Shichen resorted to a trump card: "Standing that high, I can see your white panties crystal clear."

He could even make out the material—an adorably soft cotton.

"!"

At those words, the girl finally reacted.

Visible color spread across her pale cheeks. She pressed her skirt down and jumped straight to the ground.

"You saw them?" she asked, cheeks crimson with sha.

Her voice was childlike yet slightly husky, surprisingly pleasant to the ear.

Now it was Shichen's turn to look down at her. He nodded truthfully. "Yeah. Can't help it—I've got good eyesight."

"…I—I hate perverts," the girl muttered, fixing her gaze on him.

"Not my fault. You chose to stand way up there—and it's dangerous," Shichen protested innocently, palms up.

"That's nothing for … A‑anyway, forget what you just saw," she warned, glaring at him.

"Really? I'll try."

"You— You can't bla if you can't," Shichen said with a grin. "You're too cute to forget."

"? Cute?" The girl froze, blushing even harder.

"Sure." Shichen smiled and nodded. "Absolutely adorable."

"You… smooth talker—so vulgar!" Flustered, she turned her head away.

Watching her, Shichen chuckled. His first impression had been an emotionless "three‑no" girl, yet when shy she was endearingly reactive.

(Three‑no: no expression, no emotion, no words.)

"I'm just being honest… Tell you what—if it bothers you, let make it up to you."

"Make it up? Compensate ?" She turned back, looking at him in disbelief.

"Yeah—my way of apologizing," Shichen said with a gentle smile.

"…And how will you compensate ?" she asked cautiously.

"Co with ." Shichen turned and headed toward Sainan Shopping Street.

The girl watched his back, hesitated, then followed.

Maintaining a silent three‑ter gap, they walked about ten minutes to the street's entrance.

"Over here," Shichen beckoned from a small stall.

"What is this place?" the girl asked, eyes on the display.

"These are called taiyaki," Shichen said brightly.

"Taiyaki?"

"At this hour you probably haven't eaten dinner yet, right? These are delicious. My treat—will that earn your forgiveness?"

Drawn by the aroma, the girl pursed her lips but said nothing.

"I'll take that as a yes. Boss, two taiyaki, please."

"Coming right up!"

The vendor soon wrapped two taiyaki and handed them over.

Shichen paid, then led the girl to the side.

"Here, try it." He kept one and handed the still‑wrapped one to her.

She stared in silence, then reached out and accepted it.

"Taste it quick—once it cools it's no good."

Shichen demonstrated, taking a bite; steam rose from the pastry.

The girl eyed the filling where he bit, inhaled the tempting sll.

Her stomach seed to rumble, her throat involuntarily swallowing.

Glancing at Shichen, she cradled the wrapper in one hand, brought the taiyaki to her lips, and took a small bite.

"Well?" Shichen asked expectantly.

"The food on this planet… really is strange," she replied while chewing.

"Mm… huh? This planet?" Shichen blinked innocently, acting puzzled.

The girl said nothing more. After finishing, she grabbed Shichen by the collar, pulled him close, and looked up into his eyes. "You're… Shichen, aren't you?"

"How do you know… my na?"

She carried no perfu—only a faint scent of taiyaki. From Shichen's vantage he could just glimpse snowy skin through the cross‑shaped opening at her chest—no more than the hollow at her collarbone.

Unaware of his view, the girl said calmly, "I've been looking for you."

"Looking… for !?"

Before he could finish, her other hand morphed—fingers turning into cold, gleaming blades that slowly swept toward his chest.

Of course he wouldn't just stand there. He broke her grip and leapt back two steps.

The bladed fingers sliced empty air with a tallic ring.

"What's this?" Shichen demanded, frowning.

"Sorry… We have no personal grudge, but soone hired to eliminate you, so… forgive ."

She lunged without hesitation.

"That's a bit sudden, isn't it? I even bought you taiyaki!"

Shichen spun and ran, first getting away from the crowd.

The girl pursued decisively, her entire arm transforming into a blade.

"Apologies, but first co first served. Soone hired before you t ."

Her body seed able to turn into weapons at will, like a bio‑weapon straight out of a movie.

"Quite principled… Can't you bend the rules a bit? Do you even know your client?" Shichen asked lightly while running.

"…No idea."

"Then can't you let off?"

"No. You already compensated … and you saw my underwear!" She brandished the fearso blade, yet a contradictory blush rose on her face.

"Didn't the compensation settle that?"

"So we're even… Stop running—it's troubleso."

"Wait for you to kill ? Forget it. Just you wait; I'll teach you a lesson later."

"You're only faster… hardly my match."

"You sure?"

Shichen dashed into an empty alley, reached the dead end, then turned, smiling at the girl who followed in.

"Give it up," she said flatly.

"Watch that mouth—trouble starts with words," Shichen warned, grinning.

"Is that so? Then pardon ."

She raised her bladed arm, leapt high, and swung down.

Shichen didn't move—not because he was immune, but because she hadn't aid at him.

Clang—tal struck concrete, and a crack opened beside his left foot.

With the lightest blow she split the ground.

With power like that she'd never need to worry about embarrassnt; she could cleave a hole and slip away anyti.

"Why didn't you dodge?" she asked, displeased.

"Because you weren't trying to hurt ," Shichen replied, smiling.

"…I won't hold back next ti." She raised her right‑hand blade again.

"Alright, playti's over." Shichen smiled, reached out, and pinched her blade‑arm between his fingers.

"?" The girl stared, stunned.

"Did your employer ntion how strong I am?" he asked, leaning closer.

"What?"

"Apparently not." With a flick, he forced her blade open.

"How? You're unhard?" Shock filled her ruby eyes.

"Because I'm very strong."

"Impossible!"

Unconvinced, she swung full force.

To her disbelief, Shichen raised a single index finger and effortlessly stopped the blade.

No clash of tal—just ordinary flesh and blood, yet unscathed.

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