Chapter 658 136. Floating Mouth
“Fisher, come try this piece of clothing, how about it?”
It was the afternoon inside the Golden Palace, and the atmosphere was the most pleasant during this early autumn when the temperature had yet to drop to freezing and the heat of summer had not completely retreated.
At this time, Elizabeth unexpectedly was not working in the front yard; instead, she stayed in her chamber, happily holding up a brown suit jacket and walked into the living room, gesturing to Fisher, who was sitting on the sofa and appeared somewhat speechless.
To be honest, over the past few days, Fisher had somewhat experienced what it means to “not have to strive.”
If he were any ordinary Nali person, he would probably envy the life he was living at this moment immensely.
During this time, Elizabeth, while not working, has been tirelessly buying various gifts from outside for Fisher. Although this was her living quarters, within just a few days, the empty wardrobe had filled up with countless brand new clothes that Fisher had never worn.
Food, clothing, and supplies—all demands were fully met, and everything that could be given was given. Even the queens of past Nali emperors did not have this.
In return, it seemed that besides the “routine obligations” every night, Fisher no longer needed to contribute anything else.
The joy of being supported by the wealthy might have been something Fisher found hard to imagine before, but now, being troubled by the “Apocalypse Prophecy,” the joy he could feel had clearly been diluted countless times.
“Another fitting? This is the third outfit today, shouldn’t we be heading out?”
Fisher spoke, somewhat between laughter and tears. Since the morning, Elizabeth had asked him to choose clothing, and around noon, she had him try on the outfits she thought looked good, only for Fisher to barely start changing jackets before she pounced on him, wanting to “perform duties during the day.”
After everything was done, she just settled down when she lifted up another new outfit, making Fisher’s gaze toward her turn cautious.
He began to suspect if this was Elizabeth’s way of signaling her “hungry desires”?
It was somewhat amusing to say that even Fisher Benavides had a day where he became “defensive” in this regard.
It was not due to some improbable reason that his body was about to run dry; to find a woman capable of doing that would be impossible among those he knew, not a single one could compare to Hela.
It was just that Elizabeth was too easily dissatisfied, and when it came to actually getting down to business, she was not skilled at all, which made him feel a headache.
Imagine now, you are the commander of a grand army, and the enemy general Elizabeth is calling out for battle outside, you gladly agree and prepare to do your best.
Thus, you gather your troops and engage in a battle in bed, thinking you could have a decent fight back and forth, only to find the opponent collapses at the first touch, too easily satisfied, and before you have even used your full strength, she calls it quits.
Disappointed, there’s nothing to be done but to sound the retreat.
Then, before you can sit comfortably and gain your composure, she calls out again.
This is probably the kind of headache-inducing situation, so aside from at night, Fisher is even too lazy to remove his clothes (gather troops).
“Don’t worry, it’s really just a fitting, what are you thinking?”
Looking at the suspicious gaze Fisher cast toward her, even Elizabeth couldn’t help but blush slightly as she explained.
What happened at noon today was not what she wished for; if she could, she actually wanted to maintain the most basic modesty in front of Fisher, after all, it was supposed to be in the evening.
But, having someone so outstanding and the one she loved changing clothes right before her, it would be rare for someone to remain undisturbed.
As for others, it is uncertain, but the desires that Elizabeth had built up over such a long time were indeed not something that could be extinguished in just a few days. Thus, when she breathed deeply, she couldn’t help but call out.
“We’re about to go on our honeymoon soon; we should prepare a bit of backup clothing, right? By the way, other than the beach we were originally going to, is there anywhere else you want to go?”
“Why suddenly ask this?”
“Thinking carefully, just going to one place for honeymoon seems too lacking, but I can’t think of any other places I want to go at the moment, so I’m asking if you have any suggestions?”
Such a good thing?
Actually, after studying for the past few days, Fisher had almost figured out everything that could be researched about Alicia’s treasure. To go further would require extraordinary power, so he must recover the blessings that the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast had dispersed.
He had been pondering how to find a reason to recover the blessings outside of the honeymoon; now that Elizabeth said this, it was as if sleepiness arrived with a pillow, incredibly considerate.
“Well, if that’s the case, before we set off, I want to go back to the orphanage I grew up in to take a look. I won’t stay there for long, don’t worry.”
Elizabeth smiled slightly, happily agreeing,
“Of course, no problem.”
She slowly approached behind Fisher, her hands tracing down his shoulders and began to unbutton his jacket to help him change clothes.
Fisher reached out to do it himself, but Elizabeth gently tapped the back of his hand, stopping his action.
“Don’t move, be good, naughty little kids get eaten.”
“.”
Actually, by normal timing, because Fisher had crossed back to the past and instantly skipped four and a half years, this meant Elizabeth, who was originally the same age as him, had also aged four and a half years, considering her significantly older than him, she could now be called “Sister Elizabeth.”
But after all, he had dated several women who were much older than he, and none of them treated Fisher as a child; instead, Elizabeth had become his幼师 (幼儿园教师).
“Your Majesty, the carriage is ready.”
Once the clothing change was finished, Elizabeth returned to stand in front of him, taking an interest in his tailored outfit. At the door, Diane’s calm voice once again echoed, reminding Elizabeth of the upcoming itinerary like a robotic tool.
“I know.”
Elizabeth responded blandly, but Fisher’s wrist trembled slightly, hurrying to look at the closed door.
“Then let’s set off, Fisher, you must enjoy the upcoming time well.”
“Ah.”
The packing of luggage actually did not require Elizabeth to prepare; her items would have specialized inner palace officials to pack, but everything belonging to Fisher was personally checked by her. She even meticulously rolled up the underwear for changing clothes and stuffed them into the side of the suitcase for easy access. Furthermore, they were all her favorite styles, which left Fisher quite impressed.
In the entire Nali, it seemed only Fisher could make Elizabeth willingly do this.
The courtyard at the door was still quiet as always, and Fisher glanced at the courtyard a few more times as he passed. His main concern was confirming whether that “Diane” was nearby. Ever since he learned about the terrifying implications behind her, he remained especially vigilant even with a hidden blessing.
Fortunately, she seemed to have gone to prepare for the exit, the other maids following closely behind with the luggage Elizabeth had prepared after she stepped out of the chamber.
“I wanted to ask earlier; ever since I came here, I feel it’s much quieter than the mansion you previously lived in. What happened to the dogs you used to raise? I remember you had quite a few.”
“Do you think it’s too desolate? If you want, we can buy more when we return.”
“On second thought, I actually don’t really like small animals; I was just curious.”
“The dogs I used to raise all died of illness, it’s such a pity.”
“They died? All together?”
“Yeah, it should have been some kind of canine distemper. I don’t know how they contracted it. Only a few survived. All the things those dogs used were burned to avoid leaving a trace of the illness, so they are still outside the courtyard now.”
“I see.”
How surprising, but Fisher also knew that Elizabeth was not particularly fond of small animals.
She raised dogs purely because they were obedient, so even if they all died, she probably wouldn’t care.
They quickly boarded the carriage and, following the original plan, first went to the church school Fisher had just mentioned; after that, they would leave Saint Nali for their honeymoon at the royal private beach.
To avoid attracting attention and causing a stir, Elizabeth specifically chose a low-key mechanism carriage, hardly bringing a security detail along; after all, there would be servants at the royal beach.
It is worth mentioning that Alicia was also brought along, in the carriage of the maid following them.
In recent days, her nighttime dreaming had become more severe. Emhart had even been scared to stay with her at night. Fisher worried that leaving her at the Golden Palace would cause problems, so he had her come along, and Elizabeth didn’t mind much.
As the carriage was about to leave the Golden Palace, a minister, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time at the door, boldly stopped the vehicle and handed several letters to the carriage traveling in front, where Diane sat, but the front carriage did not stop and seemed to have no intention of delivering the letters to Elizabeth.
“From the looks of it, the one who stopped us just now should be a minister from the cabinet. Aren’t you going to take a look at the letters he submitted?”
“No need; nothing matters more than our upcoming honeymoon. On top of that, I already know the general content of that letter, so there’s no need to look.”
Elizabeth kept her smile, patiently explaining to Fisher as she used a fork to pick up the prepared dessert in the carriage and fed it to Fisher.
“They previously reported to me that there were some external forces from the eastern continent planning to assassinate me, but I still go out without guards. Most of the content of those letters is advice regarding this matter. As for the other letters, either they are about that ‘Phoenix’ from the Parasol Tree in the Northern Region or from the Red Dragon Court in the Southern Continent; they can all be handed over to Diane to handle.”
Every time Elizabeth mentioned a location, Fisher felt a bit of sweat forming.
Funny enough, those “hostile forces” she spoke of seemed to have a slight connection to him.
Especially when she mentioned “Phoenix,” Elizabeth’s expression carried a bit of shadow, as if recalling Valentina, who had confronted her about a week ago.
As Fisher ate the dessert offered by Elizabeth, he didn’t find it sweet, but felt a burning sensation in his mouth. However, he naturally shifted the topic to something he actually should care about.
He glanced at the direction of the carriage leading the way and asked,
“When did that Diane come to your side?”
“Don’t mention other women in front of me, be good. And you’re changing the topic.”
“.”
Someone familiar can always see through all your thoughts. Seeing through his attempts, Fisher no longer struggled. He simply said,
“I’m just curious as it’s rare to see you trust someone so much; after all, she was the one who helped with everything before.”
“Hehe, Fisher, I never trust anyone besides you and myself; Diane is the same way. She is from Snakehead Street, a commoner, and can reach where she is today through her own efforts—hardworking, enduring hardship, and understanding the importance of knowing when to advance or retreat.”
Working hard, enduring hardship, and being diligent.
That’s true, but she does all this not for a future or to accumulate virtue; if she worked hard under you, she might end up blowing the world apart.
However, if Diane has such a clear path in her life, is she someone from this world who venerates the incoming chaos, or is she, on a conscious level, inherently belonging to chaos itself?
“Having these strengths enables me to meet her needs to a certain extent; this should count as a fair exchange, something we can both be satisfied with.”
“…It seems not everyone would be satisfied, otherwise, why would those people prepare to assassinate you?”
Fisher wasn’t worried about those attempting to assassinate Elizabeth. After all, no matter how powerful those little countries’ humans were, facing Elizabeth in the presence of Valentina, a near-mythical Phoenix, would still be trivial. Perhaps that’s why she could travel without concern.
“Because there are always some matters that cannot satisfy everyone; either I’m unsatisfied or someone else is unsatisfied, and I will always choose to make myself satisfied. Those who are not satisfied will always harbor resentment against those who are, and that’s why they would want to assassinate me. The same goes for you, Fisher; if the Phoenix from the Northern Region were to come assassinate me right in front of you, would you protect me?”
“.”
Elizabeth’s tone shifted as though her talk about “satisfaction and dissatisfaction” was merely a prelude, and when she asked this question, Fisher finally grasped that the previously unmentioned “matters regarding other women” had resurfaced. Even if it was just a joke-like, subtle inquiry.
“I don’t want you to get hurt, Elizabeth.”
“How sly, my good boy.”
Elizabeth remained smiling but did not mention whether she was satisfied with that answer. At that moment, the mechanism carriage shook and stopped; they finally arrived discreetly at the destination Fisher had specified: the church school where he had once lived.
Elizabeth pulled back the curtain and, looking at the scene outside, invited Fisher,
“Shall we go in and take a look?”
“No, it’s enough to just see from here.”
He came here primarily to recover the blessings left by the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast, not because he genuinely wanted to see what it was like in his childhood place. He remembered this place entirely because of Sister Teresa, and after her passing, he had not returned.
Now, pulling aside the curtain to look outside, it seemed far different from the memories he held, appearing gray and lifeless.
He seemed to catch a glimpse of a tiny point of golden light on the wall, triggering an inspiration, and he recognized it as the mark left by the Subhuman Girl Enthusiast decades ago.
He extended his finger toward the light spot on the wall outside, and the light seemed to be drawn towards him, along with a series of blurred images.
He saw a free-spirited person stretching as they left the church, and behind them, a very young girl in a nun’s robe was waving goodbye at the door.
Immediately afterward, Fisher felt the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans in his chest suddenly become hot, and a series of illusory golden blessings surged into his vision,
[You have unlocked a new fragment of Azanros’s authority]
[The great Azanros is an extremely powerful deity in the vast universe, possessing an intricately complex power that other deities find hard to fathom. When you pick up His existence from the hidden dust, you may catch a glimpse of a corner of that unimaginable strength (release a line 50)]
[You have unlocked the authorities: “Secrecy” (50%), “Aggregation” (10%)]
[Secrecy: You have become relatively accustomed to life without the authority of everything else, closely related to mastering the authority of secrecy; next, you will learn the techniques to use other authority powers (extraordinary powers) under the blessing of secrecy without being detected. You have unlocked your extraordinary ability, but excessive use may still lead to the failure of the blessing of secrecy.]
[Aggregation: Azanros has the ability to derive and group any belongings of the same nature, which means you have the capability to replicate certain items and authority powers. Interact closely with more Subhuman Girls to unlock replication points, to be consumed on any possible replications.]
“Shall we leave now?”
“Ah.”
Fisher nodded, still processing the information conveyed by the illusory subtitles. However, upon seeing Elizabeth’s beautiful face, he couldn’t help but ponder a question.
Now that he was with Elizabeth, who was human, every day, where would he go to accumulate those “replication points”?
At this moment, thoughts of missing other subhuman women arose within him.
But he considered this quite a full harvest; he did not express this inner restlessness but rather prepared to lower the curtain and continue his honeymoon with Elizabeth.
Just then, in his line of sight, he suddenly saw a floating mouth and an eyeball by the wall of the church school. Yes, it was just the kind of organ that had come detached from a face.
At this moment, they were bizarrely staring down at the carriage where Fisher sat.
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