Chapter 493: 110. The Crown
Looking at Hela, who had fully transformed before him, Fisher’s heart couldn’t help but grow hot.
Under the enhancement of the mythical rank’s desire for reproduction, her words seemed not like a simple statement but a seductive temptation that incited crime.
The blazing fire of desire at that moment seemed to have turned into a pillar of fire, threatening to completely engulf Fisher.
In that instant, his consciousness felt like a small boat struggling to float in a violent ocean.
The captain of that boat was howling in the storm, struggling against the waves, and then shouted to Fisher,
“I can’t hold on any longer!! I’m going to sink!!”
In that moment, his consciousness was similar to artillery pushed to the front line in the war between Shivali and Nali, facing an endless stream of enemies ahead; this artillery also shouted to Fisher,
“Commander! The enemy’s attack is too fierce! I’m going to fire!”
Such was the urgency of the situation.
But thankfully, Fisher was not an uncontrollable beast; facing Hela’s temptation, he managed to keep himself under control.
At least not here.
He thought to himself.
So on the surface, Fisher awkwardly avoided the beautiful Hela who was watching him and took a long time to finally say,
“Yes, today is that… Easter…”
Hela smiled, remaining still, gazing at him, assessing his reaction.
“… Didn’t we agree that I would give you a gift tonight? Go get it now.”
“Okay, okay, where is it?”
Hela spoke.
“It’s on that camel over there; you should have noticed by now, right?”
“No, I didn’t, since I’m not exactly sensitive to holy objects.”
“I didn’t say it was a holy object.”
Hela, caught in her lie, showed no signs of panic, simply smiling as she said,
“This shows our shared understanding; we guessed correctly, my dear.”
Fisher chose not to respond, instead hastily downing the remaining food that Tang Zeming had left for him.
He didn’t even bother to check if he was full before standing up to go with Hela to retrieve the gift he had prepared for her.
They walked side by side down the stairs and entered the dim yet lively Ideal Nation.
Everywhere in the Ideal Nation, residents interacted, talked, and played. At that moment, thick branches arose from the ground, connecting to it yet dripping a crystal-like liquid constantly.
The strong aroma of alcohol wafting through the entire nation and the countless drunken residents confirmed what the liquid was.
Fisher recalled that he had previously entered the Duke of Peach’s barrier, where they had witnessed the “meager” offerings presented by Chuan to the Elf King—of course, perhaps to the Elf King, any offering that did not involve a substantial number of slaves for sustenance was meager.
Among Chuan’s offerings was a fine wine called “Wood Entry”; he wondered if this was the same one that the residents of Ideal Nation were drinking now.
It was this fine wine and the lively atmosphere that decorated the festive vibe, though Fisher had no idea if Margaret’s original world’s festivities were like this.
As he watched others drinking, the sociable Hela naturally squeezed in, pretending to fill two bowls with fine wine in ceramic.
“Hey, do you want to try it? It smells nice.”
“Let’s talk about it later.”
Fisher reached out, intending to take the bowl that she held in her right hand, but unexpectedly, Hela handed him only one.
When Fisher looked inquisitive, she raised her empty left hand, pointing it toward Fisher’s now empty right hand.
“Want to hold hands and see if there’s any difference?”
What difference could there be?
What a cunning angel.
“Alright.”
Fisher thought, but he naturally took her hand instead.
He only felt that Hela’s delicate hand was as soft as before, but now it seemed to carry an additional fiery warmth.
That touch of heat transmitted through their linked hands, reaching Fisher’s heart.
“Thump. Thump.”
He exhaled with relief, but it was not over; she slightly twisted her palm until their fingers intertwined firmly.
“Thud~ thud~ thud~”
Surrounding murmurs seemed to deepen at that moment of contact with Hela; perhaps it was the consequence of Fisher’s stirred mind, but unlike before, this time he felt a bit intoxicated, wanting to follow the murmurs into an unknown place.
But fortunately, at that moment, Fisher and Hela, still holding hands, finally saw the odd single-humped camel at the edge of that house. The once lethargic camel lit up its eyes upon seeing Hela and approached humming affectionately.
Hela smiled and patted its head, prompting Fisher, who was holding the wine, to comment,
“This guy was affectionate with me just now but ignores me the moment it sees you. I don’t know why; is it just because of your looks?”
“Could it be because I’m cute?”
“It’s a female camel.”
“Who says females can’t like someone cute like me? If Fisher were female, I’d like you too because you’re cute.”
“…”
Hela was the first to step up the stairs leading to the room’s door, and a voice from inside echoed, saying,
“Great, they haven’t returned; it’s just the two of us here.”
Hearing this, Fisher reached out to touch the small bag on the side of the camel. He then used his fingers to draw out the shimmering gemstone crown.
In the darkness, the crown’s glow was dazzling, and though he had no talent for forging and even the gems were haphazardly placed, just like a parent loves their child or an author loves their creation, Fisher felt that his forging was decent.
He gently brushed his fingers over the uneven gems of the crown before walking up the stairs and into the dim room.
Hela was not in the living room; faint sounds came from Fisher’s room.
“…”
Fisher’s throat stirred for a moment. With his left hand holding the wine and his right hand carrying the beautiful crown, he pushed open the half-closed door, revealing Hela’s silhouette.
Fisher’s bed faced the window, revealing the dimly shining moon outside.
That moon was faint and small, vastly different from the moon he remembered from the future.
This reminded Fisher that this was not the future, but the past.
In the room’s darkness, she slightly turned her face, allowing the faint moonlight to cast shadowy outlines on her beautiful face.
At that moment, she raised a ceramic cup full of wine, and as her throat quivered, the fine liquid hung in the air before descending into her mouth.
After taking a sip of the exquisite wine, her face turned slightly red as she smiled and turned to look at the gemstone crown in Fisher’s hand.
“Ah, how did you know I like shiny things like this?”
“Do you like it? I didn’t know.”
“Because I like everything you give me.”
Fisher placed the wine cup on a nearby table, then lifted the crown in his hand, looking at her halo that hung crookedly atop her head, unlike those of other angels, suddenly found himself in a dilemma.
If he put on the crown, what would happen to this halo?
He couldn’t just push it aside; it seemed quite important to angels.
Unsure, Fisher tentatively raised the crown, and at that moment, her crooked halo seemed to sense his movement, circling around her head.
As that halo began to spin, Fisher abruptly felt a pull, so he released the crown, letting the halo slowly float it above her.
The halo appeared to be extraordinarily joyful, circling around the floating crown, occasionally bumping into it, causing some light to sparkle on its surface.
Until that halo surrounded the crown like a solar eclipse, forming a similarly crooked shape atop Hela’s head, she turned her head to let Fisher take in her beauty.
At that moment, Hela resembled a pure angel, a compassionate mother to believers, the rising morning light, bestowing divine grace upon the world.
At that moment, Hela also resembled a beautiful benevolent ruler, her blue and golden eyes seeming to contain the knowledge and mysteries of an entire universe, deep enough to make Fisher long to plunge in and explore.
At that moment, Hela also resembled an evil demon; her intoxicated smile was like a hook from hell, tightly grasping Fisher’s soul, urging him to fall alongside her.
As he gazed at Hela, who adorned the crown in such a dazzling manner, Fisher lost his words for a moment. After a long pause, he managed to continue,
“This holy object was originally forged by Sorobato, but the final process involved me adding the gemstones; I didn’t know it would become a crown…”
At this point, desire had slightly diminished, and perhaps his next words were sincere,
“But thankfully, it looks great on you.”
Hela covered her mouth and giggled; the halo around her continued to tighten, ultimately wrapping around the crown completely. Then, the previously dull stones glimmered with dazzling light, as if at that moment, the crown transformed into her halo.
On the bed, from within her loose white robe peeked a bit of skin resembling jade, a delicate foot she had extended. As Fisher’s gaze was drawn away, she softly spoke,
“Thank you, I really like your gift…”
“I’m glad you like it.”
Before Fisher could finish his words, a gentle morning light suddenly flashed before his eyes, warm and enveloping, pulling him closer to Hela herself.
He didn’t resist, obediently moving closer to her on the bed; the distance was just enough for her fragrance to hit him. Amidst her suddenly intensified seductive aroma, her soft fingers glided gently over Fisher’s body, from top to bottom, stopping just at his waist,
“Are you still in doubt, my dear?”
“Doubt?”
The spots her fingers touched sent tingles akin to electric shocks, and for some reason, that sensation burrowed deep into his soul, casting a shadow over his vision while accompanying the murmurs that began ringing in his ears.
Perhaps his emotional fluctuations caused the instabilities in his body to stir? That was why he could feel the strange murmurs that eroded his sanity?
Fisher wasn’t sure of the answer. Since waking up yesterday, his time had been stolen by this bad angel, Hela, until now.
“Indeed, you are puzzled about the reasons that brought us to this moment, which is the result of a rationality that strays from physical desires acting up. ‘This is just a game; she sees me as a source of fun,’ ‘I’m about to leave, yet she’s indifferent,’ ‘All of this is driven by desire.’”
As her words rang out, Fisher’s heart gradually quickened.
“You don’t know, although I dislike knowing the future in advance since it robs many surprises. But for you, I don’t care about predicting the future.
It’s true; she seemed to suddenly not care if her gifts held surprises. If she had watched herself for these four days, then she must have known she would give that camel and crown, right?
If she truly cared about surprises, why would she agree to a seven-day pact with herself in advance?
Yet, the secrets she held were far too many, as if they were buried deep in her heart, making them unfathomable to him.
In the midst of half-revealed games, she aided her own motives.
She truly was an evil angel; yet undeniably, she was so alluring.
In a dizzying moment, in the restless darkness, for the first time, Fisher felt a woman firmly overpowering him.
Everything else in the world, the external noise, all of Ideal Nation grew silent, as if evanescing in the darkness beneath the moonlight.
At that moment, nothing else seemed important; only those blue and golden scattered pupils and a pleasant aroma were to drain into his soul.
In the next instant, Fisher felt her lean down and capture his lips, as if intending to completely devour him from there.
“Pop~”
With that kiss, a thread of silver linked the sound. Hela suddenly spoke in an enigmatic manner,
“You will be mine, it was destined from the moment you chose me, dear.”
Fisher barely had time to savor her words, as he was soon pressed onto the moonlit bedding, producing a slight creaking sound.
“Her…”
Fisher squeezed out a sound through gritted teeth, but at that moment, he found it so easy to be silenced by the flowing white robe that slipped down with the moonlight.
Dazzling beauty blossomed at that moment, yet Hela still graciously lowered her head, allowing him to admire her.
With a familiar evil smile, Fisher’s body felt like it was about to burn up.
But this was still not enough; Hela waved her finger, gently raising the nearby wine cup, letting the exquisite liquid spill into her mouth while more spilled down her body.
The falling nectar exuded a rich deliciousness, provoking an urge to taste. Hmm, the wine or the body?
“Hela…”
Fisher struggled desperately, wanting to break free from her hold, but he could never break through her defenses.
In response to his request, Hela made no rejection; she simply extended her hands towards him, like an angel descending from above.
At that moment, the crooked crown that seemed to merge with her halo gradually righted itself, dispelling her looseness and carefreeness.
Bathed in darkness, she smiled slightly and said,
“Everything about you belongs to me now, my dear.”
“…”
Fisher clenched his teeth, unable to hold back any longer as he lunged forward, desperately seeking her, like plunging into a mesmerizing ocean until he could breathe no more.
The night was still young, the festivities outside continued, and no one noticed the budding spring hidden within.
“Fisher-sensei, I brought you colored eggs!”
At that moment, a little girl panting and hugging a basket full of colorful eggs rushed in from outside the house; who else could it be but Tang Zeming Asuka?
She must have been looking for Fisher for quite a while, and when she didn’t find him and Hela upon returning to the tower, she came searching.
But as she got closer to the house, the faint sounds emerging caused her feet to stick to the ground like nails.
She opened her mouth, frozen in place, gasping in a daze.
It took her a while before she pursed her lips and looked down at the red-painted bird eggs in her arms and the smiley Easter bunny she had sewn.
The bunny laughed heartily, yet for some reason, its overly broad smile and heavy decorations made it resemble—
Hmm, a clown.
(End of Chapter)
