Chapter 601: 79. At Her Home
“This time, even with you by my side, I don’t want to overcome my nature.”
At this moment, the distance between them was just inches apart, and Eil’s gaze, which seemed to be burning, locked onto Fisher’s eyes in this cramped space, leaving him nowhere to hide. It was precisely because they were so close that Fisher could see the fiery dissatisfaction blazing in her eyes.
Unfortunately for Fisher, the portrait of Baemon behind him was merely a silhouette, unable to witness Eil’s overly invasive demeanor. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine how she would react upon seeing their actions at her desk, perhaps in a fit of rage she would leap out of the painting.
However, Eil no longer gave Fisher a chance to speak. She slightly leaned forward on the tabletop, causing the previous position she had on the desk to shift onto Fisher, intensifying the scorching and sulfurous aura around them.
Fisher swallowed hard, and in the next moment, even his moving Adam’s apple was gently caressed by Eil. At the same time, she said,
“Even if Baemon herself is not a pure demon who can walk freely on the earth, even if Baemon predates my acquaintance with you, I cannot accept her erasing the mark she left on you while leaving behind her own. For me, this is a declaration of war, and even though I have grown accustomed to patience for so long, I still cannot accept this!”
“Wait, Eil…”
“Creak. Creak.”
Eil was speaking, but the crucial part was that her weight was continuously pressing forward, causing Fisher to gradually lean back in line with her center of gravity. His mind was occupied by her words, heavy with the scent of sulfur, until he felt the chair beneath him — Hela’s — creak, realizing he had leaned too far back.
He quickly steadied himself with his feet, realizing that the intent behind Eil wanting to consume him was exceedingly clear. He began to feel the ominous presence of Hela’s portrait behind him, along with her artworks created over the millennia, which made him feel like a thorn was stuck in his back, as if Hela was watching him dangerously.
Even though his current abilities would surely surpass Eil’s, as a qualified bad man, he certainly wouldn’t unromantically slap Eil down to the ground and shout, “Hela is still watching!”
He simply took a deep breath and whispered, “Wait, Eil, we are still in Hela’s house.”
Eil directly opened her mouth, which seemed to be filled with magma swirling in her esophagus and stomach, and then she bit down on his neck with a “smack,” but it didn’t bring Fisher much sensation, almost ironically representing “loud thunder, small rain.”
Because her mouth contained Fisher’s muscle, her speech was muffled. Even her fiery tail swished back and forth, producing a bubbling sound reminiscent of magma.
“Glug glug~”
“What the heck, it’s better to do it in her house. It doesn’t make sense for me to have let that silly whale girl have a chance at punishment beforehand. Not only can this relieve my irritation, but it can also seek stimulation.”
“No, no, that’s not it.”
Fisher found it somewhat amusing but quickly added, “Wait, and Jasmine is still looking for the Base downstairs. Right now, we still have to face Barbatos and Ag. Let’s remain calm for now and talk about this later.”
Although saying this somewhat dampened Eil’s enthusiasm, this place was not only Hela’s rumored abode but also a space without rest; the library’s stairs connected directly to the living room below. If Jasmine were to find the Base and bring Emhart, the Death Lord, and Cidi up to find them, it would be a situation that could be described as societal death.
Eil’s movements hesitated momentarily, then the posture that had been pressing against Fisher shifted back a bit. She merely gazed at him, but Fisher could discern from the swaying of her tail behind him that her mood was not quite right.
“Cat cat is not happy.”
Fisher suddenly had this sense of déjà vu.
He smiled wryly but suddenly thought of something to ask Eil, attempting to shift her attention with words.
“By the way, you mentioned earlier that when you were by my side, you couldn’t feel the influence of your nature that causes turmoil?”
Eil fixed her gaze on Fisher’s Adam’s apple, similar to how a little cat fixates on dried fish hanging outside a neighbor’s house, staring for several seconds before she nodded and said,
“Indeed, and I have confirmed it; it’s definitely not an illusion.”
“Speaking of which, a long time ago, there was an elf who said I was very special.”
“An elf? Which one? I might know her.”
“Tch, have you heard of Ch?”
“That guy… I’ve heard of her but never met her. Well, to be precise, very few elves have met her. She is the Duke of Peach’s sister. I know the Duke of Peach relatively well, so I’ve heard a bit about her sister.”
“I’ve met the Duke of Peach in person. At that time, her younger brother, the Elf King G, was manipulated by a Trans, and his fate loom was stolen by the World Tree. At that time, she mistook me for a Trans and wanted to kill me. But I don’t know if you’re aware of this; that was back when your demons hadn’t been born yet.”
Eil listened silently and then sat on him, stroking her chin as she said,
“I’m not too clear about Ch; what you mentioned was quite a long time ago for me. But I do know the Duke of Peach well. Because of her unique power, she maintained her original form after the reincarnation of that Elf King, meaning she never truly transitioned, and as you said, she killed many Trans.”
Then, her exploratory motion of her chin abruptly ceased, and the smile at the corner of her mouth grew more intriguing.
“However, one cannot walk by the river without getting one’s shoes wet. Even someone as powerful as her made mistakes, as a certain Trans flourished under the protection of some mysterious entity, ultimately not only succeeding in killing the World Tree but also becoming a full-fledged monster due to the chaos that corrupted her.”
“A monster?”
Fisher frowned and quickly asked,
“What happened?”
“It’s not entirely her fault; the Duke of Peach is one of the few decent elves I know. She truly cares about her race and, unlike angels, loves her mother deeply. So when the World Tree was contaminated by that chaos related to ‘Life,’ she made an unexpected decision. She killed and captured that Trans and attempted to read and understand the chaotic power within him to interpret chaos, using poison against poison to save the World Tree.”
Fisher’s pupils slightly constricted; as someone with the Life Completion Manual, he understood very well what Eil meant.
The implication was that the Duke of Peach chose to read the Completion Manual in order to save the World Tree and to understand chaos and break its hold on the Tree?
“And then?”
“Of course, she failed; otherwise, the World Tree might have lived longer. Since then, she has been the owner of that wretched Completion Manual, which corroded her thoughts, making her quite unbalanced. It’s said that at that time, her sister Ch returned to help her stabilize, until the myth wars thousands of years later.”
At this point, Eil squeezed Fisher’s chest muscle and added,
“However, by the time of the myth wars, I had long begun overcoming my nature and didn’t participate at all. I only know a little about third-party news. Due to the loss of the World Tree’s protection, and with the Holy Realm often actively provoking war, she, as the leader of the elves at the time, faced tremendous pressure. Although aided by the chaotic power of life and her inherently strong rank, at that time her strength could even rival demigods. But excessively using chaotic powers made her inherently unstable mind grow increasingly abnormal, becoming insane and escalating the conflict.”
“By the way, you know the Solomon who was robbed of his death, right? At that time, his death was seized by Ag to create the initial death rune; that death rune was commissioned by others to be made by Ag specifically to deal with the Duke of Peach, who had already turned into a chaotic monster. Haha, I heard that by then, she had become so exaggerated that even the power of the Heavenly Lock could not kill her; she was a genuine monster, just like your earlier enemy, incredibly hard to kill.”
This was the first time Fisher had heard secrets of that time, igniting his curiosity, prompting him to ask,
“Who were the others?”
“Not clear. Ag never mentioned it, but it’s said to be a guest from the Spirit Realm.”
Fisher’s mind still had some doubts, such as the fact that the main battlefield of the war the Duke of Peach participated in should have been in their homeland, the Tree Continent, otherwise, she wouldn’t have sunk the entire continent. Logically, it shouldn’t have anything to do with the demons hidden beneath the Southern Continent, active on the Western Continent, and Ag shouldn’t have had a reason to get involved with this matter.
But soon, a clue he previously knew surged into his mind.
He remembered that Erwind had entered the Demon Dynasty to look for clues related to the treasured artifacts, and why he ultimately found answers from Ag.
Logically speaking, how could a Demon God have anything to do with the knowledge of the Completion Manual? But now he seemed to grasp how they were connected.
Fisher looked at Eil in front of him and tentatively asked,
“Ag’s decision to get involved in this matter wouldn’t be to acquire the chaotic power from the Duke of Peach, right?”
“Hey, you guessed it! Doesn’t that sound unbelievable?”
As if rewarding a child for answering correctly, Eil kissed his Adam’s apple and then smiled as she said,
“However, you have gained a profound understanding of us and should know that she did this entirely to satisfy her own nature. Her curiosity manifests as an almost obsessive fervor for new things, so she understands the composition of most powers in this world. The painful part of this nature is that she cannot be satisfied with the habitual and the old, meaning she must tirelessly search for anything that piques her interest.
In the end, she also successfully struck a deal with that mysterious being from the Spirit Realm; the Duke of Peach died because of Ag’s death rune, and at the moment of her death, that mythical being elf, who had lost the protection of Demigods and had struggled for so long, perished in an irretrievable war. Ag ultimately acquired that intriguing oddity that satisfied her nature for a long time, and demons are probably better suited for that thing than the Duke of Peach. Anyway, I think Ag appears quite normal, aside from having a habit of eating her own fingers.”
No wonder, considering this, the earlier questions of why Erwind suddenly came to the Dynasty or why Ag possessed knowledge of the Life Completion Manual were all answered.
However, after listening to Eil speak about these secrets, Fisher still had one question.
That was, where on earth did Ch end up? And why did Renee resemble her so closely?
It seemed that Ch had not reappeared until the elves’ extinction. She most likely had already died; could Renee’s appearance be related to her?
Speaking of this, Fisher also didn’t forget to share some information he knew with Eil,
“So that’s how it is; it seems Ch’s whereabouts has been a mystery. However, ten thousand years ago, she once unraveled a prophecy concerning extinction, and she told me that I am very special. Hela also knows about this because Ch contacted her a long time ago. Recently, I’ve been gradually realizing the oddities about myself; for example, I can read more than one Completion Manual. I don’t have a past life, and I can eliminate the nature that causes turmoil in you.
The friend Cidi knows, the one who once wrote a Completion Manual, entrusted him to tell me that I am the key to solving the Apocalypse Prophecy. Yet aside from the aspects I just mentioned, I have no idea where my special nature lies, and I don’t understand how it can become the key to resolving the Apocalypse Prophecy.”
Fisher shared with Eil the information regarding the Apocalypse Prophecy, and upon hearing this, Eil, who had been softly leaning against him, straightened up a bit and seriously looked him up and down, yet couldn’t see anything special about him.
“Hmm, I’m not sure if it’s because I’m not in my true form now or if you’re just inherently special; either way, I can’t see your special traits. But based on what you said, I think I have a rough idea of what Baemon is thinking.”
“What do you mean?”
Eil looked at Fisher and glanced at the portrait behind him that she found somewhat obstructive, then said,
“Look, since Baemon knows of your special nature yet wants to pull you out of the quagmire of the Apocalypse Prophecy, she might be just as lost herself, unsure of what to do next or whether their choices are correct. Plus, she so clearly tells you that her actions need to wait for an opportunity, specifically the arrival of the Apocalypse Prophecy.
If she truly wants you to have no chance, with her being a Nineteen Rank free agent and two eighteen-ranked Demon Gods, I indeed think the odds are slim, even if you know those two were released from the Base. Even if she came here alone, with our current state, winning against her would be impossible. Therefore, although I regard her as an enemy, I also think she might be giving you and herself a test.”
Eil lightly clicked her tongue, her displeasure becoming more apparent, but then yawned gently and leaned against Fisher, continuing to speak without waiting for his inquiry,
“She wants to check whether what Ch said is true. She wants to see if you are indeed that special key to solve the Apocalypse Prophecy. She may also be testing your ability to cope with difficulties; if you fail, she will go so far as to kill the women you know to pull you out? Something like that, I suppose; otherwise, why would she have so clearly placed the Base beneath her residence? It took me by surprise. It’s too obvious; it’s hard to say it isn’t arranged for you.”
Fisher opened his mouth, and the vague feeling he had about Hela seemed to dissipate little by little.
Upon careful reflection, Eil might indeed be right; even as her enemy, it seemed that Eil had to reluctantly compromise, as Hela’s motives were far too evident.
So, everything she did was for herself?
Fisher couldn’t help but think this.
Seeing Fisher’s somewhat dazed expression, Eil sulkily pinched his cheek, muttering,
“Hold on, don’t think about it, you’re obviously thinking about how much that murderous woman loves you, right? Tsk, why does it feel like I’m helping her explain, but then again, I’ve known her for a long time; even if I’m not very familiar, I still understand her style of doing things. It’s true that her unusual behavior this time is somewhat suspicious, but what I just said is only one possibility — the most significant one at most.
Moreover, since it’s a test, our previous smooth journey hasn’t encountered any obstacles at all; it completely lacks the style of a test. I don’t believe she would let you pass without putting in any effort. So, once that silly whale girl finds the Base, it’s bound to get dangerous.”
Eil held Fisher’s chin while looking down at him, like a revered queen, while the gurgling sounds in her chest echoed again.
“Conversely, the so-called test should not have started yet before the Base is found; everything will remain as quiet as before. And since it’s a test, she will probably be watching your progress closely, like an examination proctor.
And I not only have to prove to her that I can help you pass her flimsy test in front of her, but I also have to devour you in her eyes, in her house.”
Eil’s complexion flushed slightly. Then, as if trying to assert her competitiveness, she provocatively glanced at the portrait of Hela behind Fisher and, without any warning, kissed Fisher.
Thus, in Hela’s home, amidst the faint sounds of the chair brushing against the wool blanket, Eil decided to resolve things quickly.
To prove what Cidi meant by “insatiable desires.”
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