Chapter 661 139. The Request
“The tear drop sacred artifact on her has a strong aura of death and chaos. Not only does it possess self-awareness, but the key issue is that it also contains the full power of an archangel for command.”
Upon hearing Fisher’s speculation, Fate Lord’s “eyes” nodded. Her mouth, which had been floating above her head, finally returned to her rope-wrapped face. The ropes on her face loosened slightly, revealing her lips.
“Where did that prosthetic eye come from? Ten thousand years ago, when I was still by Asuka’s side, the tear of the World Tree suddenly disappeared from the Ideal Nation. The two archangels, Pandora and Remiel, inexplicably died there, and then this thing was born.”
“Fate cannot see its cause. Once this happens, it indicates that chaotic power is involved. But the key now is to eliminate the ‘Death Trinity’ growing within her. Those assassins voluntarily came to help me; they lost their homes to Nali and, driven by hatred, became the cannon fodder for my operation.”
Fisher looked at the Fate Lord before him and spoke, “Your original plan for Elizabeth, like that for Alicia, was to kill them, right?”
“To be precise, it was for this little girl, while I have no full confidence regarding Elizabeth. I am unsure how much chaos has cultivated within her and how much of the archangel’s power can be unleashed. Therefore, I can only rely on these people from the east side to attract her attention and try to kill her in the dark. However, since you are here, it seems that the plan cannot be executed as originally intended.”
“…”
“Boom!”
Fisher fell silent for a moment, then grit his teeth and thought for a second. Outside the room, the palace, which was particularly busy due to the arrival of the Nali Empress, suddenly resounded with a deafening explosion. The entire ground, along with the buildings above, shook slightly, as if some kind of powerful explosive or high-level destructive magic had been detonated.
“Buzzing!”
The mechanism inside the palace, which had been on standby, quickly became agitated like a swarm of bees, clearly having discovered the intrusion of the assassins.
But Fisher was not worried about these assassins. As the Fate Lord said, these assassins were initially just a cover she set to attempt the assassination of Elizabeth; these ordinary people posed no threat to Elizabeth.
After a brief hesitation, Fisher made his decision. He quickly approached Alicia and reached out his hand to her.
“I’ll leave some flesh here to change Alicia’s physique, and then I will go find her and tell her about this, trying to free her from the death chaos.”
“…”
But the Fate Lord beside him merely watched quietly as he bent down and placed his hand on little Alicia’s forehead. After a moment, she sighed and smiled somewhat sarcastically.
“Fisher, only emotions in this world add filters to perspectives. Asuka is like this, and so are you. Unfortunately, your Elizabeth is not like this.”
“What do you mean?”
Fisher turned his head to look at the Fate Lord beside him, but she only smiled faintly and replied, “It’s nothing. My original plan can no longer continue. You won’t let me kill Elizabeth, and now I don’t have time to prepare the means to kill her. In that case, let’s do it your way. I will hide in the back and follow you. This thing on you that can hide you might have a miraculous effect on that chaos, so I won’t get close unless things change.”
Fisher broke a few of his fingers and transformed the severed fingers into flesh to change Alicia’s physique, then placed the fingers on Alicia’s forehead. They began to gnaw at her forehead like worms and remained still.
He only needed to change a little; it wouldn’t harm the little one’s body. She would remain human but would lose that precious “treasure” characteristic. The process would take quite a while to complete, and he would have to hurry to Elizabeth.
“…Okay, Emhart, let’s go.”
After finishing all this, his severed fingers regenerated, and he called to the floating Emhart beside him, preparing to leave.
“Hey hey, we are finally back together again! I’m sick of staying with this little ghost every day.”
Emhart whistled and flew back onto Fisher’s shoulder. Fisher patted his book cover, glanced again at the Fate Lord, who gradually shifted back to her eyes and mouth form, and then said nothing further. He merely calmed Azanros’s tendrils on his body and entered a hidden state, then took a light step and vanished like an afterimage from the room.
Only Alicia, who remained in place, frowned and looked very uncomfortable.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Run! There are assassins! Assassins!”
“Your Majesty?! Protect the Your Majesty!”
“Where is the Your Majesty? Hurry to find the Your Majesty!”
“The Your Majesty is on the beach. Hurry, guards, go to the beach. Assassins have already entered there!”
“Buzzing!”
The entire palace fell into chaos due to the assassins inserted by the Fate Lord using spatial power, especially as the earlier explosion had severed the electricity to the palace and the corridor linking to the beach. At that time, all the servants were busy preparing for Elizabeth’s honeymoon activities, and in the sudden chaos, they all crowded together, forcing the guards entering through the front door to take a detour outside the palace.
However, the flying mechanisms above could move first, and at the same time, Fisher flew directly from the side chambers to the beach.
Crossing through the flurry of mechanisms around him, he covered a distance of a thousand meters in an instant; one moment, Fisher was still in the room, and the next, he appeared on the beach.
The royal private beach, known for its snowy white sands, was now marred by building debris and charred remains due to the earlier explosion near the palace.
Fisher raised his gaze and discovered that there was originally a temporary beach event set up ahead—a hollow room that could enjoy candlelit dinners right in front of the beach—clearly prepared for their honeymoon. However, it had also collapsed due to the explosion, with fine wine and tables scattered everywhere.
On the uneven sand, the servants who had been attacked lay around, many even missing limbs, indicating how close they had been to the explosion.
Strangely, the entire beach was eerily quiet, as if nothing had occurred, except for the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
“Elizabeth?!”
Fisher had to call out for Elizabeth as he walked toward the ocean, and the closer he got, the more large human-shaped stone sculptures came into view.
Not only humans, but also most of the hollow buildings and a small area of waves on the ocean had all transformed into some unknown material of stone as if time had frozen at the moment of the attack.
And at the edge of the beach, at the center of the petrified phenomena, a kneeling figure with golden hair instantly caught Fisher’s attention.
“Elizabeth!”
The figure paused slightly, then turned around, revealing the unharmed Elizabeth Godlin.
Her empty golden eyes and expressionless face melted like spring snow upon seeing Fisher. She smiled and stood up, quickly walking towards him with evident concern, asking,
“Are you okay? There was a mess over there just now that somehow allowed these guys to mix in. You seem so weak; if…”
She instinctively reached out to touch Fisher’s body but paused slightly when she made contact, then her hollow golden eyes raised a bit, looking at him sharply, asking,
“You’ve returned from being an ordinary person?”
“Yes.”
Fisher nodded, but after confirming that Elizabeth was indeed fine, even though he had known this outcome in advance, he still sighed in relief. Then he glanced at the nearby assassins, who had basically all turned to stone, and couldn’t help but say,
“More importantly, Elizabeth, I have something very important to tell you. This matter is extremely significant.”
He was halfway through his sentence when he noticed that Elizabeth was now looking at him with a somewhat unsettling gaze. Fisher found it hard to describe that sensation because her gaze seemed no different from before, yet, he could only say, this gaze appeared more dangerous than her previous look.
However, after Fisher paused, that gaze dissipated like an illusion. Elizabeth tilted her head in confusion and asked,
“What important thing are you trying to say? Is it related to this assassination?”
“It’s unrelated. What I want to say is something I have been trying to solve since we parted ways long ago and left Nali. Elizabeth, all this time, there has been something overshadowing us above. There is a prophecy that can destroy the entire world; it involves many people and events in this world and even the rules by which this world operates, entangling even the gods that humanity is ignorant of.”
Fisher looked at Elizabeth, trying to explain many past events as succinctly as possible.
This was actually quite difficult because he needed to avoid mentioning the names of other women to prevent diverting Elizabeth’s attention. Honestly, he did not want to throw all of his bad deeds relating to other ladies onto the apocalypse prophecy.
“Elizabeth, I slept with those sub ladies because I want to solve the apocalypse prophecy. Do you believe me?”
If Fisher said this, not to mention whether Elizabeth would believe him, but even Emhart beside him would probably roll his eyes to the heavens.
But now, Fisher truly wanted to articulate the seriousness of this issue to Elizabeth; the matters concerning other ladies were responsibilities he had to bear, and how to deal with them later was secondary.
“…Can you understand, Elizabeth? There are powerful enemies, as strong as gods, attempting to invade this world. The time I spent leaving Nali, going to Shivali, the Southern Continent, the Northern Region, and disappearing for a full four and a half years are all closely related to this prophecy of destruction. I want to stop it from occurring and preserve everything in this world.
“The reason I didn’t tell you these things before was that you had no direct connection to this prophecy of destruction, and moreover, we had developed barriers due to those matters and had been separated for a time. But now it’s different, Elizabeth, you are now targeted by the enemies invading this world. Do you understand the danger in this? The one targeting you could be a powerful god we cannot comprehend; this is a very dangerous matter.”
As she listened, Elizabeth turned her head to see the collapsed honeymoon house nearby due to the assassination attack. She slowly walked behind Fisher, glancing regretfully at the shattered black mamba wine bottle on the ground.
“What a pity; this bottle was a century-old fine wine I specially prepared for our honeymoon, and now it has been so easily wasted.”
“Elizabeth, this is no longer about the honeymoon. What matters now isn’t about the honeymoon. I’m not lying to you; this isn’t an excuse or a reason. I admit to everything regarding other women, but this truly is not an excuse for me to avoid responsibility; I am serious.”
But Elizabeth merely exhaled and turned towards the ocean.
“No, Fisher, you are mistaken. Now, what matters is still the honeymoon. The assassins here have been dealt with; I’ll have those servants prepare again. It will just take a little longer.”
She bent down to pick up the half-broken wine bottle, cradling it in her hands as the liquid inside swayed slightly, her bare feet stepping on the now completely turned-to-stone gravel, producing a crisp sound.
Fisher frowned and quickly tried to reach for her back, but only caught the long white skirt billowing from her.
It was now nearing dusk, and in this spot closest to the ocean, the sea ahead had no mountains obstructing it, revealing a horizon where the water and sky blended as one.
The dim glow of the sky seemed to resemble the scarlet wine seeping out from the shattered wine bottle, tinting the clouds that resembled thin cotton and even contaminating the surface of the ocean connected to the sky.
Upon closer inspection, it was not a glow at all, but the surreal crimson mist exposed by the broken crevice. At this moment, the crevice burning in the Southern Continent had crossed the ocean and reached the surface of the sea near the Western Continent.
It had only been a little over half a month since Fisher left the Southern Continent to come to the Western Continent.
The speed at which the crevice was burning was steadily accelerating.
“You tyrant!!”
Elizabeth, holding the broken wine bottle, walked to the edge of the beach, facing the ocean. At this moment, from among the petrified “materials” nearby, a sharp roar suddenly echoed from the stone.
Looking over, he found it was an assassin still barely alive, half-embedded in the stone, struggling to open his mouth and angrily roar at Elizabeth, who had walked to the shoreline.
Pandora’s petrification was far from a simple coating of stone over the surface of objects; this transformation completely and irreversibly changed the essence of existence into stone. As such, the assassin still alive, embedded in the stone, had escaped disaster only because his upper body was shielded by a companion ahead.
Yet, beneath him, his entire chest area had already turned to stone, meaning he had lost all organs located beneath his chest, clearly with little time left.
Nevertheless, he still glared at Elizabeth with eyes full of hatred, roaring and cursing at her with a beast-like voice,
“Your holy army took our homeland; why?! Why did you do this? Tyrant?! Besides death and chaos, what have you gained? Why, when that place was already in shambles, when we were on the brink of annihilation and finally had a moment of respite, why must you add fuel to the fire?”
His roar and questioning came from an ordinary man slaughtered by the holy army supported by Nali on the eastern side of the Western Continent. Unfortunately, an ordinary person seemed so insignificant in the face of rank and also in the apocalypse prophecy.
Unfortunately, Elizabeth appeared to be deaf to his words.
Fisher sighed and stepped forward. He glanced at the dying assassin beside him, feeling reluctant to show sympathy, wanting to obtain an answer from him because he knew that if he asked, Elizabeth would surely respond to him.
“Elizabeth, you are likely being influenced by Pandora’s prosthetic eye to do these things. You don’t understand what kind of dangerous object it is; you don’t realize the power that resides within it, that…”
“Is the end of impurity, right, Fisher?”
But Elizabeth smiled slightly, accurately naming that term.
Fisher was taken aback, looking at Elizabeth standing by the sea as she shook the broken wine bottle in her hand and then gently tilted it, slowly pouring the liquid inside into the ocean.
The scarlet wine compared to the ocean was but a drop in the bucket; it would likely vanish into nothingness in a short time. However, in Elizabeth’s hollow eyes, that liquid in the cup did not diminish; instead, something rich became even thicker.
“Fisher, perhaps you always thought that Pandora’s prosthetic eye was manipulating me, that my mind was influenced by her words and abilities?”
Elizabeth’s empty gaze stared at the ocean, and then, while smiling, she shook her head and coldly chuckled, continuing, “No, you are mistaken. I told you five years ago when I was at Nali that she had no demands of me. She merely hopes to see me pursue what I want. In other words, it was not Pandora’s eye that chose me, but I chose Pandora’s eye.”
“And now, what I want is this honeymoon.”
(End of Chapter)
