Chapter 589: 67. Whose Person
“I”
In response to Eil’s words, Fisher, lying in bed, slightly parted his lips. That pronoun had come out first, but the remaining words seemed stuck in his throat and did not come out.
Hearing him speak, Eil’s smile became even more beautiful, and she urged, “Hmm, hurry up and say it.”
“.”
Fisher swallowed a mouthful of saliva. For some reason, an ominous feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.
Even though she wasn’t here right now, Fisher couldn’t guarantee whether she knew that he had entered the Dynasty. After all, given her level of concern for him, it was very likely that she often hid in the shadows, watching his every move. It was hard to say whether the words he was about to say would reach her ears.
Of course, Fisher could gamble on her absence, or take this opportunity to draw Eil’s assistance as a necessity. After all, it was just speaking a word—very simple, no difficulty at all.
But deep down, Fisher knew all too well what Eil wanted him to say.
She wanted him to sever his ties with Hela. She hated that bad woman, who, despite being a demon, had left her mark on Fisher. Therefore, she needed Fisher’s oath. In Fisher’s view, this was not something that could be easily brushed aside. This was a promise and a declaration, and Eil likely valued oaths highly.
So, could Fisher really clear himself of his relationship with Hela?
Fisher did not answer immediately but instead reached out to cover his heart, where it seemed that a phantom arrow existed, coming from some “Cupid’s” little bowstring, piercing directly into his heart.
He couldn’t clear himself of the ambiguous relationship with Hela.
As this thought emerged, it took root like that sharp “arrow of love,” unable to be erased.
He also couldn’t claim that he wasn’t Hela’s person because they had shared moments in the past.
Fisher remembered Hela’s words clearly. He recalled that about ten days ago, in the abandoned shipyard of the Red Dragon Court, he had seen Hela for the first time since he returned, still alive as “Baemon.”
At that time, she pretended to be unconcerned but couldn’t hide her sadness as she quietly said to Fisher, “For me, it’s been ten thousand years, yet I haven’t changed at all; for you, it’s but a moment, yet you’ve changed so fast.”
Although Fisher was indeed very greedy emotionally, this was well known. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so indiscriminately involved with numerous ladies, even if he didn’t take the initiative in any sense; he also didn’t refuse.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t responsible or lacked conscience. Therefore, he firmly remembered that line Hela had said to him—not daring to forget.
He couldn’t forget that Hela had also waited for him for ten thousand years, just like Tang Zeming Asuka, nor could he forget that even if she intended to release the two demons and take action against Raphael, it was ultimately to save him from the Apocalypse Prophecy’s cage.
Though he might not agree with her actions or the results of any woman dying, he equally couldn’t deny or betray Hela’s feelings for him.
“I”
He fell silent. As the gradually lengthening wait continued, Eil’s smile faded, until her expression became neutral.
However, Eil did not interrupt his thinking; she insisted on having him say that answer aloud.
“I can’t say it like that, Eil.”
“.”
The surrounding darkness began to stir again, as if Fisher’s quiet words injected new energy into it, revealing a life unnoticed by anyone else.
Hmm, and a hint of joy not shown to others?
Fisher didn’t know if Eil, whose face was getting worse by the moment, had any intention to know.
At that moment, she simply crossed her legs while sitting on the bed, holding her arms, and sharply scanned Fisher’s chest with her eyes, like a knife, as if she wanted to painfully rip away that green, unremovable mark along with his flesh.
Yet in the end, she did not do so. Perhaps not because Fisher was now of mythical rank and, in her current state, she wasn’t his match; instead, she simply gritted her teeth and said, “.Baemon Baemon! Did she brainwash you? Why are you so devoted to her?! Think about it carefully; do you really believe she might have genuine feelings for you? A scoundrel like her who excels in deceit can even deceive, manipulate, and abandon her own kind! You’re just a human. You’ll be eaten alive, not leaving even bones; even in death, you’ll still remember her goodness!”
The fortress inside became much brighter because Eil’s sealed form behind the castle radiated especially bright due to her emotional shift, even partially drowning the dark purple ∞ mark covering her surface in that suddenly surging light.
The darkness in the castle was slightly dispelled by that flame but still mockingly observed Eil’s current rage, like an audience watching a circus performance from below the stage, but quietly.
Fisher didn’t answer her but glanced at Eil and asked, “.Eil, you are also a demon; did you think the same when you gave yourself to me back then? Did you want to make me nothing but bones?”
The furious Eil was momentarily stunned, her eyes reflecting Fisher’s silhouette as she said without thinking, “This is different!”
“. Can you be more specific?”
“I”
Again, Eil’s tongue seemed to be tied in knots, unable to convey her words, even though Fisher could feel in her heart there was indeed a concrete answer. Yet that answer stubbornly refused to become verbal.
Even by the end of her thoughts, this Demon God acted a bit like a child, throwing a tantrum, saying, “Anyway, I just said it; I’m not the same as her!”
“.”
Fisher frowned slightly. He simply didn’t understand why that answer couldn’t be shared with him, why it had to be expressed in so many convoluted ways instead of plainly. This wouldn’t resolve the issue, and Eil probably realized this too, but she still acted this way, leaving Fisher completely perplexed.
“Hmm”
But just as he was about to ask further, Jasmine, who had fallen into a deep sleep beside Fisher, furrowed her brow, emitting a cute little whimper, as if questioning what noise was outside and why it was so noisy.
The two exchanged glances, mutually silencing themselves, making Jasmine’s sudden voice seem like the “timeout” whistle, forcibly separating the heated two.
But “Referee Jasmine” was completely oblivious; after noticing the clamor subsided around her, she contentedly buried her head under the blanket again and snuggled toward Fisher.
“.”
Eil was already annoyed, and upon seeing this scene, she silently reached out, grabbing Jasmine by the back of her neck and pulling her a bit away from Fisher, not releasing her hand until she had a good distance, then returned to looking at Fisher with a tense expression.
Seeing this sudden childish act, Fisher’s initial agitation began to fade away as well, alongside the originally tough questions, which gradually dissipated into nothingness.
Thus, in the “second half,” the two fell back into an odd but tacit silence.
Eil presumably didn’t know what to say yet felt bothered; this was evident from Jasmine, who was in Fisher’s arms, continuously hitting him with her little fists and mumbling something dream-like, “Raphael. Hit. Elizabeth. Hit. Hit you.”
“.”
It seemed affected by Eil’s powers, but honestly, Fisher himself didn’t feel much, even just a slight sense when he first entered.
After a long silence, Fisher was the first to speak up, “Don’t you want to know how I met Hela?”
“No, I don’t want to know at all, not one bit.”
Eil’s tail swished behind her, and her expression turned disgusted, as if the green mark was about to fly from Fisher’s words to her head, but Fisher persisted in finishing the story.
“The reason I call her Hela is not that it’s an affectionate name between us, but because that is her real name, her name when she was an angel, and that was when I met her. To escape the entanglement of death, I once went back to the past, back to ten thousand years ago.”
Fisher roughly explained these matters to Eil, and her attempt to cover her ears in rejection with “I’m not listening” nearly faltered as she became astonished when he mentioned “he went back ten thousand years ago.”
Then, while listening to his refined recounting of returning to the past, she couldn’t help but scan Fisher up and down as if contemplating something, drawing a corresponding conclusion.
“. At that time, I did not know she was Baemon; I also didn’t know when she had placed the mark on me. I knew very little about the demon kind. But as I’ve said, our relationship really is unlike others. After I left the past, she waited for me for a full ten thousand years until now. I cannot and do not want to betray her; thus, I can’t make this choice, sorry, Eil.”
In fact, if one were to truly compare feelings, it must be Hela, who had accompanied and waited for Fisher for an uncountable number of years, that would be the correct answer, far surpassing Eil, who was qualitatively more like a “dew love.”
However, greedy Fisher wouldn’t give up Eil, for that sense of possession; even if their time together was short, he still firmly held onto their ambiguous relationship in his heart. The higher his rank, the clearer he understood the demons and Eil’s abilities, and the more confused he became, puzzled as to why Eil had submitted to him back then.
When this story came to an end, he fell silent, quietly awaiting what Eil might say next.
Even if in the end, she still wanted his response, Fisher would rather not have her help than choose that option.
Upon hearing everything, Eil had crossed her arms and wore a thoughtful expression. After noticing Fisher had ceased speaking, she suddenly said, “So, actually that Baemon knew you long before I did, and has waited for you for ten thousand years in the long river of fate?”
“. Indeed.”
“So, it turns out it’s not Baemon who took you from me; instead, it’s I who took you from her, putting a hat on her?”
“Hmm?”
Fisher nodded, then looked up in confusion at Eil, who seemed to be deep in thought, not understanding why her mental leap had arrived at this conclusion.
You could say it was wrong, but it seemed right. However, if you were to say it was right, somehow Fisher felt it wasn’t that simple, especially from his perspective; the sequence of events seemed quite clear.
Nevertheless, seeing that her originally furious expression had somewhat thawed like sunshine after rain, he didn’t dwell on this unimportant matter at this critical moment.
Eil looked at Fisher again, confirming that there was no longer any trace of death lingering on him. She then let out a slight sigh of relief, addressing Fisher, “Tsk, I still feel a little uncomfortable, but there’s nothing to be done. If I think about it, it’s because I assigned you the task of dealing with that guy (Erwind) that caused you to become entangled with death. If not for that, you might have never met Baemon. But… haha, even if she was an angel and not a demon, her character will definitely not change. Everything she does has significance.
“According to what you say, if she used the base to release us, and that base belongs to the entire Phoenix Clan, then she probably anticipated the current situation when she visited the North six thousand years ago. Now, wherever she is considering, we must first locate the base and get those two fools, Ag and Barbatos, back from her clutches.”
Fisher opened his mouth, then smiled and asked, “Are you willing to help me now?”
Eil glanced at Fisher and, using her slightly longer fang to nibble on her lips, said with some displeasure, “Hehe, no matter whether she came first or I did, I am not on good terms with her now. But whatever the reason, I intend to help you first. As long as this plan is in Baemon’s hands, going against her must be right. Moreover, Ag and Barbatos are still being deceived by her, and Ag and Barbatos’s partner, Cidi, has a fair relationship with me. Although I may be lazy, I’m still not a completely heartless beast. I want to help them.
“Finally, since it’s your request, as my patron, I have no reason to refuse you. You now have more power than me, and I understand this place much better than you. If we cooperate, alongside your two companions from the Whale Folk, the odds of winning will likely be better.”
Fisher was slightly taken aback, then said, “I thought… if I didn’t say the words you wanted me to say, you wouldn’t help me at all.”
Eil turned away from looking at Fisher, just smiling as she explained, “. Well, if you think about it, I don’t have the qualification to ask you to say you are mine. Even if you said it, it would merely be a forced expression in this moment. After all, compared to me, you have too many girls who could be considered her persons. You don’t know about the mark Baemon left on you, and I didn’t tell you when I left a mark on you. So, it seems we are both cut from the same cloth. I just said what I did out of frustration towards Baemon. As for you, I will help you no matter what you say.”
“Eil.”
Fisher looked at Eil’s sun-kissed skin hidden in the darkness, watching her raised lips and smile. He suddenly called her name.
But when she turned her head to look at Fisher, he did not say anything further, just maintaining the gaze.
Their connection continued to resemble those vague ties they once shared in Nali, only revealing some clues in the silence.
Fortunately, after quite a while, Eil was the first to break the silence.
It seemed she suddenly remembered something, smiled, and chewed on her fang while asking Fisher, “So, if I really did that just now, refusing to help you because you didn’t say the answer I wanted, would you be angry with me?”
“Angry, huh?”
Fisher met her gaze, then seriously thought for several seconds before shaking his head and replying, “No, I actually know you don’t have a responsibility to help me. Even if you don’t help me, just seeing you here is good enough.”
“Gurulu~”
She shook her mouth a bit, a gurgling sound like bubbling magma coming from her throat and belly, looking very happy.
But she didn’t explicitly say she was happy; instead, she stood up, looked outside, stretched her back while doing some stretching exercises, and then enthusiastically said, “Alright, let’s get ready to go and beat up Baemon!”
“.”
Watching her figure, Fisher felt his heart heat up slightly, almost like a delusion. As expected, when he reached out to touch it, nothing was there.
He didn’t feel Hela’s mark but suddenly recalled something.
He recalled the night spent with Eil, remembered the following morning, recalled that morning when, in a daze and still half-asleep, she silently kissed him on his chest.
That kiss—like a marking from an animal—was so gentle. At the time, Fisher had no idea it was a mark left on him by a Demon God.
Because he remembered that, when he felt her kiss him, he immediately kissed her lips in return, thereby leaving an imprint deep in his heart that Hela had not erased.
That imprint told him, “You must become Eil’s person.”
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