Chapter 628 – 106. The Situation of Farewell
Fisher stood alone in the wilderness outside the Dragon Court, with the Dragon Court behind him busily handling various matters in the aftermath of the war, seemingly even busier than before the war.
Although the previous battle had caused losses to the Dragon Court, the strongest enemy they faced in the Southern Continent had been eliminated since then, and what awaited them in the future would be a smooth path.
The victory of this war instilled hope in many subhumans who had been eagerly waiting; they seemed to see a beautiful future, the possibility of returning home one day, and the prospect of driving the despicable invaders out of their homeland and eradicating the shameful traitors.
Thus, at this moment, just before the dawn of the rising sun, all vitality was most flourishing.
Fisher had limited feelings about this because his difficulties had not yet been resolved, and the future was still uncertain. He felt a bit comforted simply by having helped Raphael and Jasmine, but he still had to continue his journey, with Nali as his first stop.
At this moment, he stood amidst reeds about half his height, where a trickle seemed to have leaked from somewhere in the Southern Branch Mountain, filling the area. Or perhaps there had been such a scene here before the battle with Eil; in any case, there were many birds here, giving him a chance to test the contents of the Death Completion Manual.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
“Swish!”
“Squeak squeak squeak!”
With the sound of a high-speed rotating blade cutting through the air, large flocks of sparrows startled and flew up as Fisher abruptly retracted his sword blade, bringing back a convulsing sparrow.
Under the gap of the blade, the sparrow, losing a significant amount of blood, soon completely lost its life. Fisher crouched beside it, and as he observed and watched for a long time, he felt a faint itch on his back and skin, accompanied by a cold sensation. He quickly sensed that something was wrapping around the sparrow’s body.
Squinting his eyes, he beckoned with his hand, and the fine energy wrapped around the sparrow surged into his body.
In that instant, his fingertips were stained with a bit of yellow oil, the substance unknown but smelling strongly of decay.
Fisher frowned, waved his hand, and then reached into the river to wash it off. However, the “mysterious energy” that had surged into him did not disappear; instead, it gave him a feeling of being manipulable.
He extended his finger again, using his consciousness to manipulate the power back to the sparrow’s corpse. The next second, a wisp of yellow oil appeared on the sparrow’s body, and then the sparrow bizarrely twitched and stood up, twisting its head, looking at Fisher with its incomplete body and pale eyes, clearly obeying his command.
“.”
How is this possible?
The energy that had lingered around the sparrow should have been part of Heya’s authority, also the logic of death in this world. Since Fisher had drawn his sword and struck the sparrow, it had died. What was happening now?
The chaos of the Death Completion Manual seemed to draw some usable energy from this process of its death. The force sustaining the corpse of the sparrow’s activity was this power, but he still had not figured out how the chaos of death operated.
“The end of impurity…”
Recalling how the manual was named by the Duke of Peach, Fisher couldn’t help but mutter.
He did not continue but instead stood up, drew back the energy supporting the corpse of the sparrow into himself. When he again caused the strange yellow oil to appear on his fingertips, the sparrow once more lost its vitality, seemingly even more withered than before.
He wanted to try accumulating this mysterious energy within himself. The manual stated that completing the first part required a large number of animal deaths. Just killing them alone might have no effect at all; he wondered if this method of gathering energy was correct.
Next, he took out the rune that Hela had given him before leaving the Demon Dynasty. This rune could allow him to return to the dynasty.
However, after leaving the Southern Continent, this rune would no longer work, so before he left, he still needed to go back and say goodbye to Hela and Eil.
As the rune in Fisher’s hand grew brighter, he was instantly enveloped in the morning light that seeped from the rune, vanishing from the spot, and reappeared in the scorching area of the Demon Dynasty, in the Knowledge Gate.
He glanced around at the quiet surroundings and put the rune back in his pocket.
This time, Fisher was alone because Emhart stubbornly refused to come down, fearing he might faint the moment he stepped down, as there was still an evil angel alive here. Therefore, this daunting task was left solely for Fisher.
He glanced at the tightly closed palace of Hela not far away but did not head straight there; instead, he planned to find Eil first.
He couldn’t quite say whether it was because he didn’t know how to face Hela or what words and attitude to use to talk to her, so he turned around and decided to say goodbye to Eil first.
When he walked out of the Knowledge Gate and arrived at the Performance Gate area, he suddenly caught a faint whiff of gunpowder, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
No way.
This was the place where he had previously met up with Emhart and Holland. At that time, Eil had accidentally fallen asleep while listening, and it had been two days since then. She wouldn’t still be sleeping here, would she?
Fisher incredulously jumped onto the large stone where she had been resting. Sure enough, the demon duke of the Competitive Gate lay there sprawled out, her arrow-tail still slightly swaying behind her.
Seemingly sensing the breeze brought by Fisher jumping onto the giant stone, she stupidly stretched out her hand to scratch her muscular abdomen, appearing quite content.
What was there to say goodbye for? Let her sleep to death here.
With a helpless sigh, Fisher crouched down and just observed her sleeping face. Before he could speak, Eil, lying on the stone, seemed to sense something and suddenly brightened the flames on her tail—this signified her awakening of consciousness.
“Umm…” Eil groggily opened her eyes, looked at Fisher, and instead of saying anything, she yawned a super long yawn, “Awo~”
From her wide-open mouth, one could see her little tongue and the faint glow of her throat, making it look like she had a pool of magma inside her.
This was also why kissing her always felt hot.
Thinking about these things, Fisher gently swept aside the red strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead, causing her to squint and “gurgle.”
“You’re awake.”
“Awo, did you finish talking?”
“…” Fisher smiled helplessly, stroking her forehead and the small horns on her head, and said, “It was done long ago; you’ve been asleep for two days.”
“Two days isn’t long at all; I previously slept for several hundred years.”
Eil smiled casually, not getting up, just lazily looking at him.
“Humans have a sleep once a day, you know?”
“So when I was living in Nali with you, having to wake me up every day was just like waking up the sleepy me, and I never said having a sleep once a day was bad.”
Fisher sighed, watching the distant glow of lava as he spoke to Eil.
“Next, I’m going to leave the Southern Continent and head to the Western Continent.”
“Is it to see other women, or is it to deal with that… Apocalypse Prophecy?”
“… Both.”
Upon hearing this, Eil suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on his finger, her cat-like fangs sinking into his index and ring fingers, bringing a slight sting that caused him to retract his hand.
“Hiss.”
“You’re pretty honest about it.”
Shaking her red hair on her shoulders, she did a leap and stood up, looking up and down at Fisher, and said,
“But you look to be in good shape, which is good. This trip will be troublesome, especially regarding matters related to chaos. You have to take care of yourself; I can’t help you for the time being.”
“You’ve already helped me a lot.”
“Hmph, who told you to be my favored one?”
Eil smiled mischievously, then suddenly seemed to recall something. She reached out to touch Fisher’s chest, where a crown-patterned mark was still obvious, making her grunt in annoyance, “Tsk, I forgot to wipe that guy’s mark off you in such a hurry when I restored my body… Ugh, so annoying. It’s really glaring.”
She flicked her tail and pondered for a moment while looking at Fisher’s innocent eyes. Finally, she beckoned him over and said,
“Come here.”
“What for?”
“Awo!”
Saying this, she bit down on Fisher’s right chest again. With the contact of her fangs with his body, a twisted mark appeared above, resembling a circular illusion akin to a wrought iron fence with an “m” character.
“Here, I want to do this.”
“…”
What’s with all these seals?
Fisher speechlessly felt his chest. This row was simply a permanent position for marks.
Previously, there was a mark left by Renee before he crossed back, which later moved to his lower back and disappeared after an explosion.
Then, Hela had shattered Eil’s mark at his left chest, which also had a scar left by Fisher sealing the chaos of the soul. Coincidentally, both of them were now at the same place, and Hela didn’t seem to have any intention of changing positions.
Now it was Eil’s new mark left on his right chest, clearly compensating for the previous absence of her mark.
If every woman familiar with Fisher did this, he would probably have one mark here, one there, and it might even lead to a “competition of marks” absurdity.
Perhaps it could escalate to “who has two marks, so I want three marks to have more than her,” and then “how come she has three marks?” Finally, “I must have four,” resulting in Fisher being covered in marks.
That image was too beautiful to contemplate; Fisher simply didn’t dare to think about it.
But fortunately, this bad habit seemed to belong only to two demon gods, Renee, and chaos, as the other women probably wouldn’t see such marks, so Fisher let it be.
After a moment of silence, Fisher asked about Eil’s future plans,
“Then what afterwards? Are you going back to your body to sleep?”
“Otherwise? The soul power you gave me is almost used up.”
“… You know what I’m asking.” Fisher shook his head, then added, “Is there any possibility of freeing you from the seal and returning to freedom later?”
“Why? Are you dissatisfied with how chaotic this world is?”
Eil smiled, and although her words were so, she looked at him with pleasure and continued:
“Well, I told you earlier that when the Mother God sealed us with divine power, Her true divine intervention caused irreparable consequences. The force of the crevice was weakened, and the rules of reality were partially affected, causing the Holy Realm to collapse, and Dalasgon was affected, ultimately resulting in Her inability to recover the blessings given to Fei, leading to its pollution until it finally exploded, igniting the crevice.
“Fisher, [divine intervention in the world will have serious consequences], this is not an empty phrase. The previous actions of the Mother God and the crevice of Dalasgon were under control, but once the crevice is burned out, the powers of chaos will thoroughly manifest, and everything currently in operation is likely to collapse. So when the Mother God issues such a confinement, She has already prepared for an undying battle, who knew how we demons offended Her?
“And the seals of our demon race are interconnected; even if I am released, I still have a pile of bothersome kindred. They would be a thousand times more challenging to communicate with than Barbatos and Ag, although it wouldn’t completely become a disaster like chaos, but it would definitely be troublesome. And then, in the end…”
As she spoke, she gently beckoned, bringing Fisher’s chin and face closer, before domineeringly kissing Fisher’s lips, allowing the warm sensation and breath to slap against his face. But before it could deepen, Eil, with a smile, pulled away.
“In the end, right now, I am already very satisfied. My body is the source of my essence, so it doesn’t make much difference whether it gets out or not. I’m not completely immobile; as long as I have the power of the soul, we can meet anytime. That guy, Baemon, although he never does anything good, should be thanked for this. After you finish all these, come find me. Of course, it’s best not to find Baemon at that time; otherwise—”
Watching the cat-like Eil in front of him, a smile crept onto Fisher’s lips, but actually, he might have another clue that could help Eil break free from the seal—namely, the power related to “Ch” that Hela had previously used to release Barbatos and the others.
But she was indeed right; at least it had to wait until everything was over.
He still had to toil for the Apocalypse Prophecy of this world, and Eil knew that she could no longer help him; hence, she said that.
“Once everything is over, either I will be dead, or I will definitely come back to find you.”
“… Pah.”
Eil pinched Fisher’s face, distorting his mouth as she seemed to fear that the words were unlucky.
However, she did not say anything else, simply stretching her back and looking into the distance.
For her, stretching meant the exact opposite; while others stretch to uplift their spirits and relax their bodies, she, well, was preparing for her next sleep.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you to come find me. But for now, do you want to take me back to sleep, dear love?”
As she said this, she provocatively glanced at the Hela mark on Fisher’s left chest, seemingly engaging in a mental contest with Hela from a distance, trying to strike her down with her words.
“…”
Perhaps without Fisher needing to say it, Eil should know that Fisher’s farewell journey this time also included that stop with Hela. However, she seemed unconcerned because even knowing, she was confident that her importance to Fisher was not weaker than that of Baemon.
Just like Emhart had persistently asked Fisher in private,
“You’ve met so many ladies, who do you like the most?”
Of course, every time, Fisher responded with silence.
It wasn’t out of a survival instinct, fearing that an answer would let Emhart know and then be relayed to those women, but because he truly didn’t know how to answer.
Perhaps answering from the perspective of a scoundrel would be more appropriate?
When with whom, I just like whom the most?
Then when he spent the night with Raphael and Jasmine, which did he prefer more?
Fisher didn’t know the answer. He simply smiled and held Eil’s hand, softly responding,
“Alright, dear.”
“Gurgle~”
Eil contentedly squeezed his hand, while the other hand rested on her hip, her tail flicking as she turned to look toward the direction of the Performance Gate leading to the Lust Gate, preparing to slowly walk back with Fisher to her body’s dimensional space.
Along the way, their idle chatter came through, preventing the little demons and demon attendants that had hidden away in fear of them from hearing clearly.
“Umm, you really weren’t scared by my body back then? I do have six hands, you know, and I’m so tall that you only reach up to my chest.”
“Really didn’t.”
“Have you ever dealt with anyone weirder than me?”
“… Not really.”
“Gurgle~”
“What’s up? Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?”
“Nothing, just suddenly a bit curious about what it would feel like to do that with you using your body. Oh, thinking about it this way seems to spark my desire for freedom.”
“How did you suddenly get a motivation in such a strange place?”
“Gurgle~”
“What now? Your gaze looks weirder.”
“Hehe, how about…”
“How about what?”
“How about, before I fall asleep again, we do it once more?”
“…”
This was the scene of Fisher bidding farewell to the adorable Eil before he left.
