Chapter 585: 63. Battle
“Sir Book!”
At this moment, Emhart, who was conducting a rather unnatural “field investigation” beside Eil’s castle, heard a call coming from not far away.
He was slightly taken aback, and then turned to look in the direction facing the cliff, where he saw Jasmine in golden armor leaping toward him.
“Jasmine?”
“Clap!”
Jasmine’s movements were light and graceful; in contrast to Fisher’s earlier descent, which thundered like a meteorite crashing to the ground, her actions were silent like a feather, the only sound coming from the crisp clinking of her striking golden armor due to inertia.
Emhart glanced up and down at her plain yet highly practical golden armor that had no decorations. This wasn’t the first time he had seen such armor. The Whale Folk, who originally preferred to lie flat and stay at home, actually had no concept of “armor.” However, due to a unique Whale Folk, such items had inevitably left marks around the world. Emhart had also seen several descriptions of this golden armor style in ruins.
However, this was the first time he had seen Jasmine wearing such armor, which seemed a little out of place with her gentle temperament.
It wasn’t until she landed and the golden armor began to retreat into her hairpin that the familiar Jasmine returned to Emhart.
“Sir Book, where is Teacher Fisher? He’s not with you?”
“Uh, about that…”
Emhart hesitated for a moment. After turning his head to glance at the castle standing in the shadow of the mountain behind him, he shifted the topic and said, “I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly. Fisher just mentioned wanting to find your location. He was worried you and that Cardu guy got stuck in that door, after all, we had quite a bit of trouble getting in.”
“That… It was fine. I didn’t encounter any obstacles. It seemed like someone was guiding me inside; I just followed her instructions and got in.”
“Her? Wait a minute, Fisher and I encountered a woman. How come you encountered a woman too? Aren’t they supposed to be the opposite versions of ourselves?”
Jasmine didn’t understand Emhart’s confusion; she merely tilted her head and said, “No, I didn’t see anyone at all. It felt like someone was reminding me how to proceed with some strange language by my ear. Oddly, I could understand what the girl was saying, even though I clearly had never heard that language before.”
“Could it be that everyone sees something different?”
Jasmine wasn’t sure, but since she was already inside, she was more concerned about where Teacher Fisher was.
“So, where is Teacher Fisher then? Didn’t you say he was looking for me?”
Emhart’s square body froze slightly. After waiting a second, he sighed and said to Jasmine, “Well, he’s right inside that Eil’s Demon God castle behind us. The power of that Demon God covers the entire area, and there’s a bit of… connection with Fisher. So he went inside to see if he could locate you and, by the way, see if he could seek her assistance.”
What Jasmine didn’t notice was that Emhart put slightly more emphasis on the word “connection,” as if he was trying to remind her of something.
If it were another woman, she might have understood the deeper meaning of Emhart’s reminder. Unfortunately, Jasmine was not like other women. She simply nodded and then began to walk in the direction of the castle.
After walking a good distance, she turned back, a bit confused, to look at Emhart, who was still floating in place, and asked,
“Aren’t you coming, Sir Book?”
“…Haha, you go ahead, I’ll be fine here, haha.”
“Hey, but why?”
“I’m hot.”
Jasmine wasn’t sure if Emhart was really hot. Although she had acquired knowledge about the angelic relics forged by Xu, conscious tear relics were not among that knowledge.
She could only assume that Emhart’s words were true. Though puzzled, she respected his wishes and walked alone toward the castle beyond the fence.
Crossing the already opened fence, Jasmine noticed a wooden sign lying on the ground. As she moved forward, the castle door was ajar, seeming to confirm that Fisher had indeed entered from here. However, because the castle’s Obsidian Giant Gate was excessively heavy, even when slightly ajar, it was still sufficiently closed, preventing Jasmine from seeing or hearing what was happening inside.
She gently reached out to touch the nearly closed door, feeling its temperature but not immediately pushing it open. She glanced back toward Emhart, who was still hiding nearby among the rocks, her mind still unclear on why he didn’t want to come with her.
But at this moment, her body reacted more quickly than her thoughts, and her hand had already opened the door.
A flickering glow emanated from within the castle, carrying a faint scent of nitrate that wafted into Jasmine’s nose, as if a door to a new world had been opened.
Then, the first thing Jasmine saw was a coat flying towards her, gently landing in front of her as she entered, causing her to stand there in a daze, as if her brain was going numb.
Is this Teacher Fisher’s clothing?
At this moment, her impoverished mind began to slow down, instinctively trying to recognize whose clothing was on the ground.
Just as she identified the clothing, Jasmine’s neck became especially stiff, as if it had turned into a rusted part that had endured countless years. When she stiffly and slowly raised her head, she finally took in the dimly lit scene inside the castle.
The first thing to catch her eye in the castle’s hall was a large bed that was obviously comfortable to lie on, placed by an utterly shameless guy.
On that soft mattress, which was slightly sunk, Jasmine saw the back of a red-haired woman sitting upright, clad in nothing but a thin veil, seemingly sitting arrogantly atop something.
Behind her striking military-like figure, a flexible arrow-tipped tail, ablaze with a fireball, swayed slightly.
In the darkness, that brightly burning tail looked like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, its movement pausing slightly as Jasmine entered, eerily staring at her.
And in front of or rather beneath her, lay a man who appeared powerless against the bed’s headboard. His clothes had been thrown towards Jasmine as she entered, exposing his muscular upper body, who else but Fisher?
“Gurgle~”
In the darkness, a bubbling sound, like lava boiling, came from the woman in an upper position on the bed, surprising both her and the half-reluctant Fisher, who simultaneously looked toward the disheveled Whale Folk standing at the door.
“Jasmine?”
“Teacher Fisher?”
Fisher was completely dazed, caught off guard by the sudden wave of events coming one after another, overwhelming him.
He hadn’t anticipated that the previously obedient and lazy Eil would suddenly transform into a man-eating demoness, nor did he expect that Jasmine, whom he had planned to seek out, would suddenly appear before him.
Well, the timing of her appearance seemed off, like a spark hovering above a powder keg, destined to cause an explosive reaction the moment it fell.
And it was precisely Fisher’s incredulous voice that confirmed his identity for Jasmine and made her deeply aware of the current situation.
Her shocked expression gradually flushed a cherry blossom pink, feeling that she was utterly ashamed, standing between the slightly ajar giant door, unable to retreat or advance, only trembling as she pointed a finger at Eil and stammered,
“You… Teacher Fisher, you… you are…”
After examining the newcomer closely, Eil’s expression, while not exactly pleasant, seemed more bearable for Fisher compared to that when “Baemon” was mentioned.
Hmm, perhaps in Eil’s eyes, Hela’s existence and actions were intolerable.
“Ah, so it’s the little Whale Folk from Nali back then. It’s been so long, and it turns out you came with Fisher… So, are you here to punish him together?”
“Punish?”
Jasmine’s eyes nearly spun like a spiral incense. She blankly repeated Eil’s words, but upon seeing the current scene, she clearly knew what the so-called “punishment” entailed.
For some reason, seeing this scene stirred an uncontrollable displeasure within her, even though she didn’t even know who this demon was, which was completely different from her feelings towards Raphael.
After a brief pause, her face still flushed, clearly afraid to move forward due to the intense scene inside the castle, she clenched her teeth and raised her long sword at the demon, coldly reprimanding Eil,
“You shameless demon! Let Fisher go! Forcing him to do such things, let him go now!”
Eil raised an eyebrow, her tail behind her curving toward Jasmine, as if intimidating her.
Then, she casually brushed a spot where she was sitting on Fisher, and her fiery, bright eyes grew even hotter.
It seemed that it wasn’t exactly forced?
Eil yawned, seemingly not taking Jasmine seriously, just saying, “Watch closely.”
“Watch closely wha—”
Jasmine was momentarily taken aback. Before she could process what Eil meant, she saw Eil lazily take Fisher’s chin with one hand, pulling his seemingly vacant body upright amidst his surprised expression, and then, with slightly parted lips glowing with fiery brilliance, as if greedily seeking something, she kissed Fisher.
From that kiss, a strong, stimulating scent of nitrate shot straight into Fisher’s brain, making him remember once again the long-lost existence of the demoness named “Eil.”
The excessive and overt taking was easily observable through visual and auditory cues, and simultaneously, Eil’s bright red pupils remained fixed on the stunned Jasmine at the door, seemingly pouring out her madness over her.
“Gurgle~”
“Pop!”
After over ten seconds, Eil suddenly released Fisher from her embrace, licking her lips while looking at him with satisfaction and saying, “As expected, you still need a taste of me to be obedient.”
“You… you…”
The tip of Jasmine’s sword quivered slightly. Perhaps Eil’s previous assault was too… too much for her, leaving this new entrant to the world unprepared for what she had just witnessed.
She felt as if she were being controlled by the blatant scene she had just observed, unable to articulate her thoughts clearly.
“What’s wrong? Haven’t you seen this before? Does it surprise you a bit?”
“Seen—”
“Teacher Fisher? No wonder, it turns out I’ve been asleep for so long, and you’re still his student. Perfect, I can teach you a bit of… extracurricular knowledge.”
Yeah, still…
A student?
Jasmine regretted her earlier choice of words upon entering, as if Eil’s haunting gaze was dissecting her completely.
Her nearly blank relationship with Fisher, her bewilderment in facing this situation, and her inner impotent rage.
But what was Eil’s relationship with Fisher, though?
Was it merely “a little connection,” as Sir Book had said?
But from the looks of it now, even that “little connection” seemed deeper than her shallow “teacher-student relationship” with Fisher.
And what about her? Was her relationship with Fisher also just “a little connection”?
Wouldn’t Sir Book, when introducing her to others, also phrase it like this, saying, “Jasmine and Fisher, just have a little connection”?
Inside Jasmine’s golden armor, a deep black began to spread from her hair tips, causing the fire on Eil’s tail to instinctively sense a vague threat and begin to tremble slightly.
Jasmine’s trembling hand temporarily put down her sword, unable to raise it, but that feeling of helplessness left her searching for other arguments to counter Eil’s actions, such as…
“Raphael.” Jasmine bit her lip, even avoiding Eil’s gaze as she said, “Raphael would never allow Fisher to do this!”
“Raphael? Who is that? Your name?”
“Uh, no… Raphael is a Dragon Race, and she… and Fisher…”
“Oh, so it’s none of your business, right?”
“I—”
Eil’s gaze was like a knife, making Jasmine unable to lift her head after that sentence, the deepness in her hair tips becoming even more pronounced.
At this moment, Fisher, who was being suppressed, realized the seriousness of the situation and escaped the grip of Eil’s “demon kiss,” which had nearly drained his brain.
He began to realize that Eil’s demonic power was having an effect on him, making him momentarily incapable of resistance, even making him want to continue with her.
But with Jasmine standing in front of him, the previously completely unhostile Eil seemed to be angered. Even though she had no hostility towards Jasmine back in Nali, the current circumstances made any assault unavoidable.
He had to muster himself; he couldn’t wait any longer.
With that thought in mind, Fisher, who was pinned beneath Eil, began to restore his soul power as much as possible. He didn’t want to use the chaotic power of the soul to fight against Eil again, which might expose him to Jasmine and risk being completely tainted by chaos.
He didn’t want Jasmine, who was already feeling overwhelmed, to see him begin to squirm and turn into a non-human monster.
He needed to—
“Eil.”
Gritting his teeth, he forced out her name from his throat.
To Eil’s surprise, Fisher, who was now so weak, had managed to break free from her power. She twitched her tail and turned to look at him, but before she could grasp the meaning in his eyes, Jasmine, standing at the doorway with her head lowered, unexpectedly spoke up softly, “It’s me.”
Eil turned her head to look at her, but saw Jasmine breathing heavily, as if the deep black within her was reabsorbing into her body, becoming quiet once more.
But this did not mean she had become weak again or that she would seek other excuses, like Raphael or Elizabeth, to vent the anger boiling within her.
She gradually realized that the true culprit here wasn’t any reason but herself; it was her possessiveness!
At that moment, Jasmine raised her sword again, gazing directly at Eil, and loudly declared as if declaring war, “I don’t allow Fisher to do this with you!! Not Raphael, nor anyone else! Fisher is mine!!
“Regardless of what kind of connection you had with him before, it doesn’t matter why you are doing this, but I absolutely won’t allow it any longer! You shameless demon, let Fisher go, or I’ll make you pay!!”
“…”
Eil looked at Jasmine, who had truly entered through the doorway for the first time, now with a particularly determined gaze, and a spark of interest lit in her eyes; she licked her lips again, and the fireball on her tail glowed even brighter.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
At this moment, from deep within the castle room, a subtle trembling sound was heard, like the vibrations of several sharp weapons.
The next second, Eil remained lazy; she only yawned and said again, “I won’t.”
“…”
Jasmine’s eyes narrowed; the cold gleam of the sword was about to leave her hand as she seamlessly prepared to swing it, her gaze fixed on a easily-struck area of Eil’s body hidden beneath her thin veil.
Then, she softly tapped the ground, and in an instant, her long sword and body surged toward the bed.
A battle between a Demon God and a Whale Folk in this ancient era was a rare bustle indeed.
“Clash!”
But in the very next second, as the chaos was about to erupt, a sudden shadow behind Eil shot up and gripped Jasmine’s claw-like hand tightly, pulling her tightly into an embrace.
At the same time, the other hand rose sharply, gripping the blade aimed at the bed.
A powerful gust of wind swept through the room, sending the hair of both Eil and Jasmine flying wildly.
It was Fisher, free from the clutches of the demon’s power.
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