Chapter 593: 71. Change of Perspective
“Baemon. Wait, what did you say? Where were you sent by Baemon before?”
Fisher furrowed his brows and asked Mithra seriously. Perhaps the intimidation that unconsciously leaked from his eyes, combined with the pressure of his mythical rank, made Mithra, who was already frightened by the existence of “Baemon,” even more terrified.
She quivered, shaking her head as she backed away, saying, “We were sent to a human city, it’s called… Nali, no, it’s Saint Nali.”
“How long ago?”
“Three and a half years… maybe it was four years ago, sister, but it was probably around that time.”
She was just about to say something but paused, then added the answer that Fisher needed after a brief moment.
Four years ago.
That means it was shortly after he left here and traveled back in time, and it’s very likely that Hela immediately arranged for these plans after she knew he had left. Had she actually been plotting this for so long, starting from a thousand years ago when she learned about the Apocalypse Prophecy from Ch?
Fisher felt a mixture of doubt and confusion because he wasn’t sure about the current relationship between Elizabeth and Hela.
Earlier, when he called the Golden Palace, an official informed him that Elizabeth was likely aware of the war situation here, so Fisher thought she was fully informed about the demons, at least regarding the matters involving Barbatos and Ag.
But the succubi had entered Saint Nali long before humans even formed an alliance to attack the Southern Continent, which made him unsure if Elizabeth was truly aware of this.
So he couldn’t help but ask Mithra again,
“Then why did Hela send you to Saint Nali?”
“For… what?”
Mithra seemed a bit dazed, as if she was stunned, and suddenly repeated Fisher’s question for reasons unknown.
Fisher thought she hadn’t heard or understood and reiterated his question, “Um, you mentioned being afraid of ruining her plans, so what exactly does she want to do in Saint Nali?”
Mithra’s pupils widened slightly, showing a hint of scattered light, but her tone and expression remained vivid. She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly saying, “We… don’t know. Such an adult wouldn’t tell us her purpose. But at that time, we were assigned to work in a human agency by Lord Baemon. Each of us was assigned to different locations like the town hall, parliament, and police station. Some were there to search for spies, while others were simply on standby. I was on standby in the town hall, and I thought Lord Baemon wouldn’t be too strict, so I absorbed a lot of colleagues’ fallen nature in one day, and that was…”
Though timid, Mithra said this, Fisher didn’t doubt that, based on her identity as a succubus and her earlier eager demeanor, she had probably indulged in debauchery in the town hall office. No wonder Hela kicked her out and sent her back to the Demon Dynasty.
“Spies? From other countries?”
“Yes, but besides those, the main ones were those slimes skilled at disguise. I heard that a servant trusted by Lord Baemon captured a slime that had been lurking in Nali for a long time. That slime was even a mayor of Nali.”
“Slime?”
That group of northern clans that specialize in disguise.
Fisher clearly remembered that, when he was at the slime’s border, he had met that slime disguised as the mayor of Nali. Little did he know that it had already…
Well, Fisher had no doubt about his current fate.
Listening to this, it seemed that the actions of these demon attendants in Saint Nali were all for the good of Nali. Could it also be part of the deal between Elizabeth and Hela?
“What about the Golden Palace? Were you not assigned to any position related to it by Hela?”
“Probably not. I haven’t heard of any sisters working there.”
Fisher frowned. From Mithra’s words, he had to confirm that Elizabeth was indeed the one working with the demons, and she was fully aware of it.
Though he knew that Elizabeth sometimes acted unscrupulously, he sometimes felt that the previous coup was a necessary action, which was why she would cooperate with Erwind, staking everything on those slaves and the lives of the Blake couple.
Fisher understood that this was wrong, yet he still held hope for her, unashamedly, out of selfishness, due to the love they had shared in the past, because of the suffering she had endured.
He hoped they would both learn from past mistakes, that she would be worthy of the throne built upon so many corpses and blood, becoming the capable empress she claimed to be, far surpassing her brother Dexter’s abilities.
Could using the power of demons and forging contracts with them for governance be the right way?
Fisher did not know, but he had just witnessed Solomon’s end, his fate was the best proof.
At this point, Fisher’s heart suddenly felt heavy, but he said nothing, burying that weight deep inside. He turned around to prepare to leave.
He still had to make every second count.
“Jasmine, Holland, we…”
Just then, he caught a glimpse of a faint silver light flashing around the waist of a female succubus behind Mithra, until it disappeared into his sight.
Fisher’s attention was drawn to the fleeting silver light. He quickly looked over and discovered that it was just a small iron box pinned at the succubus’s waist.
He was about to withdraw his gaze when something from his memory rushed into his mind.
He turned his head unacceptingly and looked at the group of succubi, quickly walking toward the succubus behind Mithra and snatching the iron box from her waist.
“Ah! My lord… that lord…”
“Teacher Fisher?”
Surprised exclamations erupted from the surrounding succubi, yet no one dared to step forward to reclaim the iron box he had taken. Jasmine, who was about to leave, turned back in curiosity, not understanding why Teacher Fisher suddenly wanted to snatch something from a succubus.
She stepped forward, joining Fisher to examine the small iron box. As soon as she laid eyes on it, her pupils uncontrollably shrank slightly.
The box had started to rust, and inside it, something rattled as if it contained items closely guarded by the succubus, simply put in this box for storage.
But Fisher and Jasmine paid no attention to what was inside the box; Fisher stared at the box, observing the blurred herbal markings and the Nali script on it.
The box had two lines inscribed on it:
“Healing Room,” “Employee Exclusive.”
This was created by Jasmine’s aunt, Muxi, originally intended as a pharmacy for extending Blake’s life.
In addition to the Healing Room, Blake also had another establishment.
“The Pink Pavilion.”
Fisher tightly clenched the iron box and coolly swept his gaze over the surrounding succubi, saying,
“You’re lying. You weren’t sent to Saint Nali four years ago!”
Jasmine once again drew her sword, pointing at Mithra, saying,
“Tell us, what is your relationship with Blake? Why do you have an internal box from the Healing Room? You once worked there!”
This box was the same model Muxi had sent to the sea; only internal employees of the Healing Room would possess it. It would never be leaked to the outside, so how did it suddenly appear in the hands of these succubi?
This only meant that they had a legitimate reason to obtain it; they either worked in the Healing Room or the Pink Pavilion.
“W-we…”
Mithra’s pupils began to shrink little by little as if the light contained within was slowly dissipating. It seemed the light hadn’t anticipated this, and Fisher had caught a flaw in her words.
But her momentary oversight left her speechless, as if her throat had lost its sensations; she could not even provide a proper explanation but could only stand in silence, dumbfounded facing Fisher.
Fisher saw this scene and didn’t question further for the moment, but a storm of disbelief flashed through his mind.
If these demons, directed by Hela, had entered Nali a long time ago, then they must have started working for Hela on some project back then.
Moreover, Hela had not been sealed from the start; she had known Fisher for a long time and was the only existing free mythical being, capable of doing things beyond Fisher’s imagination.
So, would Hela act against those other ladies she had known due to her relationship with him from ten thousand years ago?
No, unlikely.
If she truly did so, he shouldn’t have known other women, or even if he did, she would have certainly separated them in secret?
She might have originally wanted to do so but had to give it up because of certain reasons.
At this moment, Fisher suddenly recalled the metaphor she used when speaking to him at the shipyard.
She said she could not pull out these ladies, deeply implanted in her body, like nails, because of a “leakage.”
So she might have tried to remove these “nails” but either failed or… succeeded, but at the cost of unacceptable consequences.
At this point, Fisher felt a chill run down his spine.
Thinking more deeply, if “Hela has been watching over me” is taken as a premise, then she must have known and understood him from the moment of his birth until he traveled back in time, she could have done so much…
Was finding the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans connected to her?
Was his separation from Elizabeth related to her?
Was Teresa’s death related to her?
No, impossible. The Competitive Gate, even if opposite, could have made mistakes. It’s not possible for a person opposite him to say that Teresa on her side died of natural causes while his must be an accident.
If Hela killed Teresa…
Fisher could hardly bear to think of that possibility.
If that were true, he might never forgive her, even if she once had such an intimate relationship with him.
Calm down!
She had no reason to do so; he was merely speculating, letting his imagination run wild.
“Buzz.”
His cheeks began to twitch unconsciously, as if the chaos within him was being stirred by this feeling, and his emotions began to rise and fall.
“This lady…”
“Get away!”
“Boom!”
As Mithra beside him was about to flatter and say something, Fisher’s emotions, already at their peak of irritation, could no longer be controlled. His terrifying power instantly crushed the box in his hand, and then with a wave, a powerful wind mixed with a sound of explosion surged in that direction.
With the crack of bones, a terrifying chasm opened up beneath the pink ground, and at the end of the chasm were the scattered, unconscious succubi hurled away.
They were merely workers, highly likely unaware of Hela’s plans; Fisher simply punished them for their deception against him.
But this deception did not ultimately come from them but from Hela, which means Hela might have been hiding many unimaginable things under layers of lies.
Including this time, if those demons truly entered Saint Nali under her direction, would the thought that Elizabeth might know about this be Hela’s ploy?
He might truly need to ask Hela directly; he wanted to know if she had done anything before they recognized each other. But even if she did, she would probably lie about it. Thus, Fisher decided against directly questioning her.
He could now probably confirm that Elizabeth truly might not know about the existence of these succubi, nor that demons were in Saint Nali, and all of this stemmed from another plan Hela hadn’t disclosed to him?
Although she subtly manipulated Blake to execute her plans back during the times of the Pink Pavilion and the Healing Room, if Hela had known, then at that victorious moment, she would have also told him about Erwind, making it unnecessary to hide anything in this regard.
Therefore, it’s highly possible that Elizabeth was currently completely unaware and surrounded by a group of demon attendants?
Fisher gritted his teeth as if he had gained a new understanding of the existence of “Hela,” and this understanding was something Emhart had told him before, only she had never manifested it in front of him.
“Teacher Fisher, they…”
“We’re leaving now, hurry up. They have nothing to do with your aunt; at least Blake and Elizabeth don’t know of their existence.”
“Ah, it must be that fellow Baemon.”
Emhart sighed again, saying this without surprise. Even though she didn’t know what specifically was happening, based on her viewpoint, it was simply Baemon’s fault.
But the earlier indifference Fisher had toward Emhart’s catchphrase was now poked by her words into annoyance. This uncertainty, especially concerning Teresa, made him anxious to find out the answers, but unfortunately, the current situation forced him to temporarily set it aside.
He still needed to find the base and resolve Raphael’s matters.
“Let’s go, stop talking.”
“Oh, let’s go then.”
Jasmine pressed her lips together. She rarely saw Teacher Fisher so angry, not even when in Saint Nali; she was somewhat worried about him but could tell that he didn’t want to say anything right now, so she fell silent and glanced at the injured succubi all around, swiftly keeping pace with Fisher.
The Death Lord didn’t pay much attention to Fisher either, or even if he felt that Fisher’s behavior was unusual, due to their lack of familiarity, even Jasmine wouldn’t speak up, so he wouldn’t either.
He just tugged at his pants and walked far away to pick up the belt that had dropped to the ground and strapped it on.
Then he glanced at the ground not far away, lightly gesturing with his hand, and the group of previously dead birds strangely turned their heads and struggled to get up, chirping as they flew to his side.
“…Where are we going now? Have you found that base?”
Looking at Fisher’s serious face in front,
“We’re passing through here, going to Barbatos’s palace to close his teleportation gate to buy some time.”
“Oh, do you have clues about my death?”
Fisher paused his footsteps, looking at the Death Lord, not wanting to continue hiding anymore, using nonexistent motivation to drive him.
“…Yes, be prepared. Once we reach Barbatos’s palace, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Okay, Mr. Fisher.”
The Death Lord squinted, as if he guessed something but didn’t say more, just following Fisher silently on their way.
The atmosphere among the group was a bit heavy, unlike when they first left the Eilog palace.
Fisher was troubled by Hela’s deception, Jasmine remembered her aunt’s matters, and the Death Lord felt his vaguely guessed answer.
Oh, yet Sir Book was in a good mood, even humming a bit.
He was humming some unknown tune in an awkward quack voice while resting on Fisher’s shoulder, appearing cheerful, even floating to document the scenery of the Lust Gate nearby.
Seeing Fisher and the others downcast, he also had a few words of his own, earnestly advising Fisher,
“Hey, why so silent? Isn’t this a good thing? At least you’ve deeply realized that Baemon isn’t trustworthy at all; she’s a bad person, and you should keep your distance from her, as far as possible. Not having any relationship at all is best… Oh, I can’t wait to see her crying after she messes up.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh, okay.”
Without Baemon around, Emhart’s good mood remained unaffected, and she even grew bolder in conversation. Well, anyway, even if Fisher said something, she didn’t particularly care.
Their pace was quick, following the original plan onward, ignoring the palaces of the demons in the Lust Gate, not concerning themselves with the small demons and demon attendants who were either hiding or secretly watching them.
They only advanced toward the Performance Gate deeper inside, and quickly approached the place filled with raging winds.
Behind that gate stood the Demon God Barbatos.
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