**Chapter 583 – 61. Eil**
“.”
The sudden silence from Fisher and Emhart inevitably caused some misunderstanding in Solomon, who was nearby. He even thought that Fisher was concerned about entering the Demon God’s residence, so he quickly added,
“You don’t need to worry about danger. With the great Mother’s seal, even if they are awake, they definitely won’t be your opponents. Moreover, I’m not even sure about the status of this Demon God. Speaking of which, I’m not clear about why the guests are here. If you need assistance or want to understand something, you can ask me first, and I will do my utmost to answer you.”
“No, he’s not worried about the dangers of entering. After all, they have some… connections, that kind of connection. Oh, wait, there is still some danger, especially since he brought another woman who is very close to him. I don’t know what will happen if they meet.”
“I promise your request.” Fisher patted Emhart, who was astonished on his shoulder, bringing the increasingly confused Solomon back to his senses. He then continued, “Do you know what is going on with the Competitive Gate? I have two companions who were with me, but now that I’ve entered, they have disappeared, and I haven’t seen the doorway I came in through.”
Solomon blinked and replied,
“Ah, I didn’t expect you to enter through the main door. It should be influenced by the scroll I left when I was young. At that time, I received some mysterious knowledge from the Demon God called ‘Baemon’ from a distance, so I recorded it on the scroll. But in reality, those main doors are nearly impossible to open. Not only is it difficult for outsiders to enter, but even demons inside struggle to exit through there, which is why they worked hard to build teleportation gates on land and within the Dynasty.”
Then, he looked at the rock wall above without any openings and continued,
“Those doors don’t have any physical form inside or outside the Dynasty. When you see the actual appearance of the door, it indicates you’ve fallen into the dilemma of the doorway. Moreover, even if you pass through the main door, their entry point into the Dynasty will vary; they are all just within the area of ‘Competitive,’ but this area is extremely vast. They could be very far away from you, or perhaps they haven’t even crossed the doorway to come here.”
“If you want to confirm their status, you can also enter near the fire pillar of the Demon God Eil. Her immense power can cover the entire area behind the Competitive Gate and penetrate its seals to locate them.”
In other words, he had to go to Eil’s residence no matter what.
Fisher turned to look at the massive structure, also feeling some curiosity about the place where that lazy demon resided. Moreover, he had considered seeking Eil’s help, but he didn’t know if she had been awakened.
Actually, Fisher still didn’t understand how Eil had managed to break through the Mother’s seal and traveled for thousands of miles to Nali to hunt Erwind at that time, although Eil was only at Fourteenth Rank due to her soul being out of her body. Since learning the fact that the Mother sealed powers with authority from the Fate Lord, he thought it was quite incredible that Eil was capable of leaving as well.
After thinking for a moment, he didn’t say anything else, just turned with Emhart and the treasure Solomon had given him towards Eil’s residence.
Solomon bowed his head, very gratefully saying to him,
“Thank you, thank you. I will wait here for your good news. Please make sure to bring that letter.”
“.”
Fisher leaped, crossing over to in front of the castle built against the rock wall, coming from the immense gap in the sea of magma.
The castle was perfectly sealed by two stone walls, so the blazing waves and bright light below couldn’t reach here; it was cool and quiet.
The moment he stepped here, Fisher realized that this was indeed an excellent sleeping place, no wonder it was chosen by that lazy demon as a resting spot.
“What gift did he give you? It’s rare for him to keep something for these thousands of years; it should be quite a valuable treasure.”
Emhart glanced at the bright gem in Fisher’s hand, while Fisher casually felt it. His fingers brushed over the ancient human texts carved above the gem, and he sensed the words “Treasure of the Empire” inscribed on it.
“It is indeed a rare treasure.” He pondered for a moment, then spoke, “It’s an ore used to make weapons during the Central Empire. Weapons made from this ore are quite tough, won’t break easily, and can be re-engraved with magic. I haven’t seen many such things outside; most of them must have been taken underground by those noble lords of the Central Empire.”
“Indeed rare. He must have been eating bugs for all these thousands of years, right? To have kept such treasures until now.”
“This gift is too much as gratitude. He knows demons so well; he shouldn’t be unaware of Eil’s nature, or rather, even if he doesn’t know, he should guess that Eil has probably not even noticed him, so there’s no question of housing him at the door.”
“Then why did he…”
“He might be hoping Eil can assist him on certain matters, especially since he heard the noise from Eil awakening before.”
Fisher cast a glance at the letter Solomon had given him, but he didn’t open it. He quickly arrived at the walls of Eil’s fortress.
Earlier mentioned, this castle was the only one he had seen that was fenced off to prevent others from entering. Now up close, he noticed that a non-locked chain was tied to the fence, serving as a latch, hanging a wooden sign marked in Demon Language.
The wooden sign was already very old; who knows how long it had been hanging in this cursed place. It seemed it had never been moved.
Fisher couldn’t understand Demon Language, but Emhart spoke up from his shoulder,
“‘Do not disturb, or consequences are yours to bear.’ That’s what the sign says.”
“…Indeed her style.”
Fisher chuckled wryly, then reached out to remove the sign that had almost the same implication as “Beware of Dog,” unlatched the iron chain, revealing an extremely quiet space within.
Emhart quickly flew into Fisher’s arms, fearing that a terrifying female demon might pop out from somewhere.
Fisher, however, helplessly patted him and said,
“Eil isn’t that terrifying; haven’t you seen her before?”
“…But I hate demons!”
Fisher remained silent, allowing him to be stubborn.
The area in front of Eil’s castle was desolate, with no decorations or items; it was empty and simple, just like her cold-toned castle.
Even approaching the main door was unimpeded. Fisher saw no locks or traps. Gently pushing, the tightly closed castle door moved slightly backwards.
“Excuse me.”
He murmured softly as he stepped into the castle. Upon his entrance, the wide room inside instantly brightened, revealing its structure before Fisher.
The first thing that came into view was a large bed.
Yes, it was a bed, placed right in the center of the fortress.
“…Ah, she really knows how to enjoy herself.”
Emhart remarked, for the bed looked visibly luxurious, probably surpassing even the beds of angels and elves.
The light quilt made of velvet appeared somewhat messy, suggesting that the owner here did not have the habit of tidying up the bed. On a leather-covered cushion were many pillows of various sizes, some jade, some wooden…
Wait, why did that pillow look somewhat familiar?
Fisher walked over to the bed, only to see a small pillow placed on the quilt that was exactly like the one in his laboratory in Nali. No, rather, this seemed to be the very one from his Nali laboratory!
When did this guy steal his pillow?
He turned to look at other places besides the bed, quickly noticing various articles of clothing scattered beside the bed. Since Fisher had personally stripped them off before, he certainly remembered these things belonged to Eil.
It appeared she indeed returned here after leaving Nali, as evidenced by these items rich in personal color.
However, at that time, she was walking outside in her soul form, likely still under the Mother’s seal, so upon returning, she would probably still enter a sealed state.
Then, where was her true body now?
Fisher placed the gift brought by Solomon on the low cabinet beside the bed, then led Emhart deeper into the castle. The clothes that Eil had shed were not scattered together but extended one after another deeper into the castle.
Thus, Eil likely ended up heading in that direction.
Like a little mouse attracted by pieces of cheese, Fisher followed one item of Eil’s clothing after another towards a certain direction.
The castle was bare and had obviously not been decorated; its owner seemed to have no intention of sprucing up her living space, allowing decay to flourish within.
But soon, many eye-catching items appeared before Fisher.
At the back of the castle hall, on the walls and shelves, there was a plethora of weapons and armor.
From lower-grade human, subhuman, and dragon race armors to higher-grade ones, all reeking of angelic relics and the fragrant aroma of elf flora.
Many armors above bore clear signs of having been cut by weapons, with some even bearing long-dried bloodstains.
Compared to a collection, these items seemed more like trophies of war.
Below each piece of armor lay one or several weapons, either halved or completely shattered. They corresponded with the armor above, seemingly belonging to the armor’s owners, but whether mundane weapons or divine artifacts, all were broken by some horrific power, turned into silent displays.
“Buzz buzz buzz.”
The shadows of weapons and armor accumulated in the darkness caused ringing in Fisher’s ears. In the distance, a faint light like a candle flame ignited his profile, drawing his attention.
He saw a unique wooden rack opposite these “trophies,” on which lay three weapons.
The one at the bottom was a massive hammer; the one in the middle was a curved dagger wrapped in a leather sheath; and the one at the top was a pitch-black spear glimmering with cold light.
Fisher recognized the dagger in the middle; it was the weapon Eil had brought with her to Nali.
In other words, all three weapons were ones she used.
Behind where the three weapons were displayed was a slender, rope-like fire pillar extending from below the castle.
In this dark castle’s back room, the faint light emitted from this fire pillar was the only source of illumination, illuminating what Fisher had just witnessed.
Almost instantly, Fisher was attracted by the fire pillar. The closer he got, the more restless he felt, as if his blood was about to ignite, wanting to find something to fight, even wanting to slap Emhart, who was in his arms.
This combative emotion of being displeased by everything startled Fisher slightly. He quickly inhaled a few deep breaths until that inner restlessness eased somewhat.
Even Fisher, at Mythical Rank, could feel this sensation; let alone Emhart, who couldn’t even match an ordinary human.
Sensing something was wrong, Emhart quickly flew out, retreating a good distance, saying to Fisher,
“I can’t take this anymore! You go ahead; I’ll wait for you outside. The aura of these demons makes me… very uneasy. I don’t want to be influenced by their power and turn into a madman.”
“…Alright, wait for me outside. I will be careful.”
Emhart cautiously glanced back at the determined Fisher, his eyes showing concern, but once he thought of the woman being somewhat related to Fisher, he reassured himself that even if there was danger, it was only a peerless danger, so why worry?
Thus, he quickly turned and flew out of the castle to get some fresh air.
Inside the castle, Fisher slowly walked towards the tiny flickering fire pillar in the darkness. As he got a little closer, he noticed that the fire pillar, spreading from the ground, was constantly twisting with layers of semi-observable “∞” symbols.
Is this her seal?
Fisher didn’t know what state sealed Demon Gods would be in, but according to Solomon, after the Mother applied the seal, everything here became extremely silent, so presumably, they couldn’t leave this place, nor their consciousness would be very clear.
If the seals of demon gods were like Eil’s, then how did Erwind conduct research on Ag at that time?
Was it based on studying this fire pillar?
Moreover, Fisher had no idea how Eil managed to temporarily leave this place with her soul and how he was supposed to awaken her now.
Fisher hesitated for a moment, but just then, he seemed to sense a familiar breath from the fire pillar in front of him, a feeling seemingly came from the depths of the soul, a thirst.
“This is…”
Fisher quickly realized how Eil had let her soul escape before because at this moment, he felt a similar side effect as when he read the Soul Supplement Handbook and gained chaotic knowledge emanating from Eil’s true form.
He hesitated for a moment, then decisively reached out his increasingly luminous right hand filled with Magical Circuits and gently touched the flickering, rope-like fire pillar.
The moment he made contact, an extremely strong suction force exploded at his palm.
He gritted his teeth in pain, but still stubbornly supported his own soul power to continuously feed into this fire pillar.
The fire pillar grew brighter, until the constantly twisting ∞ symbols above also slightly dimmed.
Fisher breathed heavily, retracting his right hand, then as if confirming, looked again at the fire pillar.
It seemed that the light of this fire pillar became a bit more solid?
Fisher didn’t know; he just felt like he had extracted more magic power than his own soul level at Fourteenth Rank; he had entered Mythical Rank now. Though it wasn’t lethal, it made him extremely uncomfortable.
His soul began to writhe restlessly again, yet he still held back that same thirst, hesitatingly reaching his hand toward the fire pillar.
The next moment, his right hand actually plunged straight into that fire pillar.
His pupils constricted slightly, then he reached his other hand into the fire pillar as well.
Inside that slender fire pillar, Fisher felt just the right amount of warmth; his hands were enveloped in it, as if at this moment, the agitation from the depths of his soul gradually calmed down, and he seemed to grasp something tangible.
He gently pulled, and from the fire pillar, he drew out a body that was gradually becoming solid.
He took a breath and stepped back, supporting the entity formed from the refined soul, carefully examining her. However, after she left the fire pillar, the pillar’s light became slightly dimmer, making it hard for Fisher to see clearly; he could only sense her existence with other senses.
At this moment, in his arms was a naked beauty.
Even as a soul, she possessed the characteristic well-trained sun-kissed skin and muscle, feeling both firm and scorching to the touch. Her face hung slightly, having lost consciousness, and a head of seemingly wet red hair fell to her shoulders, brushing through the fingertips that supported her shoulders.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and during her regular breaths, a slight scent of burning fuel escaped from the gap between her glowing cheeks.
Her face was neither charming nor delicate, only exhibiting a sharpness honed by time. Four twisted, curved horns, as dark as obsidian, irregularly grew out from her forehead among the red bangs, slightly different from the appearance he had first encountered; they faintly shimmered with patterns of light nourished by magma.
Sensing the warmth in his arms, the exhaustion and thirst of soul emptiness in Fisher’s body washed away as if it had been cleansed by rainwater.
Perhaps at this moment, Fisher couldn’t deny his strange liking; otherwise, how could he feel refreshed upon seeing her, disregarding even the fatigue of his soul?
“Eil.”
This familiar call seemed to be the alarm clock waking a sleeping kitten. Upon hearing Fisher’s words, he suddenly felt the person in his arms tremble slightly. Then, with her eyes still closed, her head moved toward Fisher uncontrollably, sniffing his scent.
“Sniff sniff.”
After a moment, as if catching a familiar and pleasant scent, she continued to keep her eyes shut but emitted a vibrating sound from the depths of her throat,
“Gululu.”
She comfortably rubbed against Fisher in his embrace, then sleepily opened one eye, and a soft tail, arrow-like with flickering flames, gently coiled around Fisher’s waist, attempting to burrow into him with a “pop,” but failed due to Fisher’s currently firm body.
Her eyes were as bright as entwined fire serpents but still contained a strong sense of drowsiness. She struggled to take a glance at the person before her, then yawned widely, mumbling,
“…Is this awake? Seeing that my person has that Baemon’s mark, let me sleep a bit longer, gululu.”
“.”
She closed her eyes again, preparing to sleep, but Fisher, holding her, suddenly stiffened all over, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to the void of soul.
Right! How could he have forgotten this detail!
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