Chapter 513: 130. Abandoned Her
The sky slowly dimmed. At this moment, looking down from the gradually rising heights, one could see the brilliant afterglow of the distant sunset overlapping with the outline of the massive planet.
At this time, the surface of the planet was only gilded with a dazzling golden hue at the junction of the afterglow and contour, while everything else had fallen into darkness.
Accompanied by two angels named “Randeqir” and “Youfiele,” Fisher and Hela officially ascended and prepared to return to the Holy Realm.
As the solar ring in the universe above drew closer, the pink-haired angel standing in front of Fisher smiled and asked, “Human, can you survive up there?”
“I came up here before; other angels gave me a holy artifact that allows me to breathe.”
“Ah, I see. I wasn’t there at that time. I was busy searching for precious forging materials in the mortal realm, so I missed some interesting things. Otherwise, I should have come up to see you, the special Trans among the angels in the Holy Realm. Hmm, the first human to enter the Mythical Rank? Tell me, are humans this remarkable in your world?”
The angel speaking was Youfiele, but unlike Randeqir, who had no expression on the side, she seemed somewhat interested in the Trans.
“No, not all…”
Fisher replied perfunctory, then glanced at the still unhealed Hela behind him, and couldn’t help but ask, “Can you reveal the next arrangements? Even if you’re going to take my head as the Trans, at least let me prepare a bit in advance; I still have some things to say to Hela.”
Hela still smiled and leaned on Fisher’s shoulder, absorbing the invisible “Fisher” energy; Youfiele exclaimed, “Wow,” and was about to say something when the always cold-faced Randeqir snorted and spoke up,
“You just need to know that your return was personally commanded by Lord Heavenly Lock, just for the good deeds you people did in the mortal realm.”
“To correct you, it wasn’t ‘their’ good deeds but ‘Lord Salie and Lord Remiel’s’ good deeds. Although I don’t want to admit it, it seems that the events below are directly related to our respected Archangel, and we still do not know the specifics of what happened. This is one of the reasons for your return… The next specific arrangement is for the Trans to go take a rest first, while Hela and I check on her situation on the Second Day.”
“Of course, if you have any intimate topics you want to discuss with Hela, you can say them now; we will pretend not to hear.”
Youfiele seemed to be a very easy-going angel, certainly friendlier than Randeqir. Upon hearing Fisher’s relationship with Hela, Randeqir’s face showed very apparent disgust.
As a noble angel, he looked down upon Hela’s behavior.
Youfiele appeared to be a feminine angel like the previous Hela, just not fully transitioned.
“Well…”
Fisher would be foolish to believe the Holy Realm’s statements. Even if they wanted to understand the origins of the Ideal Nation, they could just bring Hela back; he was entirely redundant.
He did not know the Holy Realm’s specific purpose. It certainly couldn’t be just to invite him up for tea and a vacation.
But even though he clearly knew there were risks, Fisher still had to return because Emhart was still in the hands of the Holy Realm; he couldn’t abandon Emhart here.
Upon careful analysis, he only needed to meet Emhart because he could return to the present at any time through Renee’s power. It sounded somewhat similar to the original plan of directly encountering the Holy Grail to expel Death as previously discussed with Renee.
Just as he pondered how to ascertain Emhart’s information, Hela behind him suddenly gently tapped his chest with her hand. Just as he turned his head to look back, Hela pointed his finger forward.
Turning his gaze forward, Fisher suddenly caught sight of Youfiele wink at him with a meaningful look, as if hinting at something.
Fisher was slightly taken aback and, after thinking for a moment, stood still without any action.
“…”
“Alright, we’ve arrived. On the Second Day, I’ll trouble Angel Hela to check on the injuries first. Randeqir, there’s nothing to worry about; I’ll take this Trans to the Third Day.”
“Mm.”
The Third Day was the angels’ prison, and Fisher had been locked up there when he first ascended.
Well, it seems he was going back to the old place.
Fisher sighed and released his grip on Hela’s hand. She was too weak; he wasn’t a specialized angel doctor and couldn’t figure out her condition. Although he seemed to have some unique properties related to Chaos, they still did not heed his words. It was better to leave the inspection and treatment to the professional Raphael of the Second Day.
Before leaving, she smiled and pinched her ear, finally taking a breath of “Fisher” energy, then covering her fragile body, she slowly made her way towards the Second Day.
Randeqir also coldly floated downwards, quickly disappearing into the gradually darkening universe.
As he watched the side characters leave one by one until only he and Fisher remained, Youfiele stretched and let out a long sigh.
She didn’t take Fisher through the transportation channel between the Holy Realms but brought him up by flying. This process became somewhat lengthy, but Fisher had an inkling she wanted to say something to him.
“How does it feel to be with an angel?”
Her question surprised Fisher, and likewise, Fisher’s response caught her off guard.
“Are you an angel of Archangel Michael?”
“Ha, a clever human. However, to be precise, I am a fan of Archangel Michael, and I’m also responsible for some trivial matters on the Fifth Day.”
A fan of Michael?
Knowing some of Michael’s little secrets, Fisher couldn’t help but wonder what Youfiele would think if she knew that Michael was an archangel “who loved playing with toys.”
Youfiele glanced at Fisher, and although he said nothing, she smiled and unnecessarily explained, “No need to doubt, human; I occasionally like to play with toys too. You know, the days in the sky are rather boring aside from forging, and some stimulating activities are needed to alleviate that.”
“…”
Fisher’s body stiffened for a moment, and the next second, Youfiele burst into laughter.
“Alright, alright, it was just a joke. But you should know that Archangel Michael’s love for toys isn’t a sore point. For many angels, we each have some little secrets unknown to others, including Angel Hela as well. Back to the main topic, Archangel Michael wants me to convey some information to you, some messages that might be useful.”
Hela’s little secret, huh…
Fisher recalled that it truly seemed to be the case.
Even though they had been open with each other, Fisher still often felt that Hela was shrouded in a thin veil of shadow, as if enticing him to explore within, despite the dangerous nature of that process.
For instance, the “game” she mentioned earlier, Fisher still didn’t know what she meant by that.
Unfortunately, he was about to leave this era, and what truly worried him wasn’t Hela’s buried little secret; his real concern was that the other party might very well die in the future.
Compared to that, could the secret she buried possibly destroy the world?
“Archangel Michael has two things to tell you, regarding your future arrangements and the matter of that book-like holy artifact of yours. Of course, before that, you can also ask me some questions; I know it all.”
“…What happened with the Ideal Nation in the end?”
“Oh, that matter, it can’t be called good or bad. The authority of Death and Chaos has stabilized; the only problem is that the power stolen from Lord Heavenly Lock is compatible with chaos, resulting in a new batch of beings linked with chaos. A group of new Mythical Beings is about to be born, and like Hela’s current situation, they are Mythical Beings contaminated by chaos.
“And because they are linked with chaos and the authority of death, Demigods can’t handle them. Once they perish, the authority of death will awaken once more. However, fortunately, it seems that Lord Heavenly Lock has no intention of recognizing these ‘illegitimate children’ and is considering other ways to manage these newly born beings.”
Fisher’s heart tightened slightly, as a familiar concept rushed into his mind.
[The Demon Race]
So that’s how the Demon Race came to be…
No wonder the label given by the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans stated that the Demon Race worships chaos. At the time, he was puzzled; weren’t the Mythical Beings created by the Demigods supposed to be races that upheld the order of this world?
Now the question arises, what was the unknown existence that the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans warned him to be cautious of?
A demon?
“Other matters… the great Demigods have been at odds and quarreling day by day; does that count? Because the responsibility for this incident is hard to delineate, perhaps in the eyes of the deities, any Demigod has considerable fault.
“The World Tree granted the original important Loom to its child, and as of now, the true reason the Elf King demands the Loom to extend his lifespan remains unknown; the Dragon God is slacking off, sleeping underground without even realizing that the authority of death on his own land was awakened. It was only because the World Tree woke him that it was rectified; as for Lord Heavenly Lock, well, I can’t say for sure… Anyway, the other two Demigods think Lord Heavenly Lock hasn’t managed the angels beneath him well, let alone the two archangels, which eventually led to the situation getting out of control.”
Indeed, if it weren’t for Pandora and Remiel intervening at the last moment, they and the Duke of Peach would have thwarted Margaret’s plan.
Fisher wasn’t clear why Pandora and Remiel suddenly betrayed the Holy Realm; from his perspective, the only clue was that Remiel was being excluded by the other archangels…
“Have the Loom of Fate and the tears of the World Tree been found?”
“No, this is the biggest oddity. Of course, it is also possible that they were swallowed by chaos; from the situation at that time, this hypothesis isn’t unreasonable. At that level of chaos, even slight contact with it would have serious consequences, even for Demigods.”
And he had swum through that level of chaos several times.
Even Hela, who might have been affected by him, was corrupted by chaos, yet he was completely unharmed.
But the problem was that the original World Tree had the power of the Loom, which gave it sufficient authority to maintain peace among the Demigods, at least on the surface.
But now everyone knows she has lost the Loom, which undoubtedly sows seeds of disaster, even more so than the newly born Demon Races, because this is a “hidden danger of war.”
“Alright, we are almost at the Third Day; we need to get to the main topic quickly, and the Q&A session ends here.”
“Although the Demigods are quarreling among themselves, there is one consensus: that is, for these Trans, regardless of how weak they may be, they must be exterminated immediately. However, because we are not familiar with the nature of chaos, we suffered losses this time for that reason, so Lord Heavenly Lock proposed to only keep one Trans in the Holy Realm for research on chaos…”
Upon hearing this, Fisher narrowed his eyes and said, “That chosen Trans is me, right?”
“Indeed, because it is said that you have a strong chaotic power that is perfect for research. But all this is the will of the Holy Realm; what I am about to say next is the meaning of Archangel Michael. I hope you can take it seriously.”
Fisher turned to Youfiele, concerned for Tang Zeming Asuka and Mikhail’s safety, signaling her to continue.
Youfiele’s smile slowly faded as she turned to face Fisher, speaking each word deliberately, “Archangel Michael hopes you can escape from the Holy Realm and relinquish this spot… Of course, this means you will be separated from Angel Hela, and like other existing Trans and possibly future Trans, you will be hunted by all the Mythical Beings of this world. This is not simple, so he has prepared a reward for you: regarding your book friend.”
Upon hearing Youfiele’s words, Fisher’s first reaction was: “There’s such a good thing?”
He had originally been considering how to retrieve Emhart; now, it’s convenient, as if a pillow was being offered to him for sleep.
But he refrained from showing any other unnecessary expression, instead asking, “Does Archangel Michael want to give the research opportunity to Mikhail?”
“Indeed, because your rank is higher than the other Trans. You have a significantly better chance of surviving outside, and perhaps you could reunite with Angel Hela later. That Trans named ‘Mikhail’ has significant use for Archangel Michael; the value he creates by staying is far greater than merely researching chaos, so…”
His speculation aligned almost exactly with Michael’s plans, but despite this, no hint of relief or joy appeared on Fisher’s face.
Because at this moment, another question troubled him.
What should Tang Zeming Asuka do?
Once he retrieves Emhart, he would leave this world, and if Mikhail took that spot to return to the Holy Realm, wouldn’t that mean that the only Trans left to be hunted would be Tang Zeming Asuka?
He could hardly bear to think about it: a seventeen-year-old girl transported to an entirely unfamiliar world, having faced endless crises of life and death for months, betrayed by trusted individuals, hunted by everyone in the world, and furthermore, her path home was now closed.
Fisher thought that if it were him, he really would regret not heeding Margaret’s advice and leaving this world with her.
Of course, rationally speaking, Tang Zeming Asuka would survive, as the existence of the future Creation Society indicated this.
And from the various preceding events, Fisher increasingly felt that what he was experiencing was indeed the true past.
He had never changed the future in any sense, and naturally, he too had become a part of history.
That was also why Fisher was so worried about Hela’s future.
But even if there was only a sliver of bleak hope, he wished for her future to be free from death.
Similarly, the same went for Tang Zeming Asuka.
On an emotional level, Fisher couldn’t simply dismiss her fate because the future counterpart would survive and leave her at destiny’s mercy.
She had already been hurt and abandoned by fate so many times; must she face it again now?
Fisher’s hesitation was sharply caught by Youfiele before him. She didn’t speak first but led Fisher into the realm of the Third Day. Here, the angels were sparse, and the atmosphere was eerie and chilling, making her somewhat uncomfortable.
She rubbed the halo on her head and murmured, “The Third Day is still the same; it has become even more desolate since that madman Sorobato disappeared. Lord Uriel must be having a headache… So, how about it, human? Have you made up your mind? You should know that your book friend has been taken to deep space by Archangel Gabriel; if Archangel Michael doesn’t call for her, you might never see her again in your life…
“Still, it is indeed strange that Lord Gabriel would do such a thing. Archangel Michael said that bringing her back would likely be troublesome and would require action; you could just take advantage of the fact that the two archangels are in action to escape with your book friend.”
Fisher fell silent for a moment, somewhat absentmindedly retorting to Youfiele, “For Cupid’s sake, it’s fortunate for Archangel Michael to do such a thing for Mikhail…”
“Indeed… but who is Cupid?”
Fisher paused slightly, temporarily pulling himself out of his chaotic thoughts, furrowing his brow as he cautiously said, “The symbol of your angel kind that blesses love?”
Youfiele yawned, turned to look at him, and replied, “…Are you an idiot? Angels have no gender or breeding nature and don’t care much for other beings, so how could there be such a thing as a symbol of love? I thought it was something from your world; who told you that? That person was either joking with you or is a fake angel scholar.”
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