Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!

"WHHHATTT?!" Finn shouted in disbelief.

Ardin just looked at him. "What did you expect? To make my own ally betray me, and even try to turn my own people against me. Despicable."

"You can't kill me! I am a literal goddess!" Majestria shouted, angrier than before.

"And she is a delusional heretic!" another voice from the mob roared.

Any small doubt the townsfolk had wavered instantly vanished after Majestria's words.

"Damn it, Majestria!" Finn barked.

"This is why I always hated this town, the people here, and my underpaying job," Elise muttered flatly, sounding more exhausted than afraid.

Ardin stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Finn. "It was never that hard, Finn. You could have simply minded your own business. But you didn't. You always had to interfere with my quests—always getting in the way of the Hero."

Finn shook his head, seeing nothing but delusion carved into this man's face.

"And this…" Ardin's voice rang out, turning to the crowd. "This is what happens to people like him. The consequences of their actions finally catch up—leading to this very moment."

He paused, smiling thinly.

"You were never a hero. I am." Ardin said, his tone sharp and final.

"Let's take these people outside and finish this!" he declared, his words soaked with fake nobility.

The crowd erupted into cheers, calling for blood, hurling names at Finn and the girls alike. They spat insults, cursed their existence, and cheered for their deaths as if it were sport.

Even Elise and Seraphina—who had done nothing—were slandered and dragged down by the mob's frenzy. It was a complete shit show.

Nothing they could say or do would change it. The people were blindly loyal to Ardin—that much was clear.

The absurdity of it all gnawed at Finn. It was beyond reason, beyond saving.

As the chants grew louder, Finn now fully understood what it must've felt like to be a witch in 1560.

But he wasn't about to just roll over and die. Not like this. Not with them.

If this was how it ended, then he'd fight until the bitter end.

"BRING IT ON—!"

Suddenly the front doors exploded open, debris flying everywhere as the shattered frame gave way. The doorknob itself even smacked Ardin in the head, making him clutch at his temple with a grunt.

Everyone turned their heads toward the entrance.

'Oh my god, my imagination came true!' Finn thought, his heart skipping as his head snapped toward the sight.

The crowd parted instinctively, shuffling aside and forming a clear pathway to the center where Finn and the others were held.

Through the misty doorway stood a lone silhouette—a figure outlined against the haze. Feminine.

Then, two crimson eyes pierced through the fog, glowing faintly—for dramatic effect, apparently.

Slowly, the figure began walking forward, each step clicking softly against the floor.

Ardin pulled his sword and pointed it at the doorway, his voice booming. "Who dares interrupt this important—!"

He was cut short as a knife whistled past his face, grazing so close it nearly clipped his hair and skin. His words caught in his throat, his posture faltering.

And from the smoke emerged none other than—

Silvara.

Still as indifferent as ever, her expression blank and unreadable. Just the sight of her, calm and detached in the middle of this madness, made Finn's chest swell with relief.

"Silvara!" Finn cried, nearly tearing up. "I am so happy to see you!"

"You've made my job harder than it already is," she said coldly, her voice flat.

Finn, ignoring her tone completely, jabbed a finger at Ardin. "They're planning to kill us! Him especially! He's behind all of this!"

"You think I don't already know that?" Silvara's eyes narrowed. "I've been watching you idiots this entire time."

"Wait… really?" Finn blinked.

She gave him no response, simply striding forward until she reached the middle of the ruined guild hall, placing herself squarely with the rest of them.

Now she stood among them, her expression as flat and indifferent as ever. Her crimson gaze lingered on each of them briefly before fixing entirely on Finn.

"I told you to stay at the tent," she said coldly. "Yet you were too incompetent to follow even that single instruction."

"Oh, come on! I just wanted to hurry and clear this mess out of the way so it wouldn't bother you guys," Finn pleaded.

"And in doing so, you only managed to bother us more. You've made everything more difficult than it needed to be. And now look at you—on trial for your life, about to be executed by a mob of single-brain-cell monkeys."

Finn opened his mouth to defend himself, but before he could even speak—

"Just who do you think you are?!" Ardin roared, cutting him off. He clenched his fist, glaring furiously at Silvara. "You barge in here, threaten me with weapons, and insult my people?!"

The mob instantly echoed him, jeering and shouting in agreement.

Silvara raised her eyes to him. Her face didn't shift an inch. That indifference only stoked Ardin's rage further.

"You should know who I am," she said flatly. "We've crossed paths many times."

"Yeah, right!" Ardin barked. "Like when?! Because I don't remember seeing a nobody like you once in my life!"

Silvara sighed, her tone dripping with disinterest. "I was there when the queen honored you with the title of 'Hero' in the royal hall. I was there during the winter festival when you failed—quite spectacularly—to charm a beastfolk noblewoman."

Ardin's face reddened. "O-okay, enough! Enough! Just who are you then, huh? If you've spent all this time watching me—"

"I am Second Maid Silvara," she declared, her voice ringing sharp and clear for the entire hall to hear. "Serving under the Haus of Silbertraum."

Ardin's eyes widened in shock. His face drained of color as the weight of her words hit him. He stammered uselessly, unable to form a sentence. He knew. Everyone could see it.

Finn, meanwhile, only leaned forward with a smug little grin, relishing every second of it.

Silvara's voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade.

"Finn Wiggles and his party are under the direct authority and protection of the Haus of Silbertraum. Any who have brought harm to them may face serious charges." Her gaze locked on Ardin, sharp as a knife. "Especially you, Sir Ardin Lightblade."

Ardin gulped audibly.

Finally, Silvara turned back to Finn. Her expression hadn't changed, but her words landed with the weight of judgment.

"As for you…"