Chapter 665: 143. Companionship
“Ah, you little one are quite good at comforting others.”
Standing on Fisher’s shoulder, Emhart looked at little Alicia, who was nestled in Fisher’s arms, and sighed as he said this. She merely blinked in confusion and continued to pat Fisher’s back, not understanding how her actions were comforting, but feeling that it seemed to be good, so she kept doing it.
Emhart glanced at Fisher and then looked towards the direction of the beach that was originally meant for honeymooning but was now ruined. He swept his gaze around Fisher and the Fate Lord behind him and asked,
“So, what shall we do next? Shouldn’t we just stay here and wait for Elizabeth to come and catch us?”
The Fate Lord remained silent, just looking at Fisher, who squatted on the ground. After a moment of silence, his voice lifted some from the earlier dullness as he let go of Alicia in front of him and said hoarsely,
“We need to solve this chaos; we cannot let Elizabeth’s plan succeed.”
“Uh, that sounds quite difficult. She has that what’s it called, the shadow of Pandora on her now, who can defeat her? Or should we contact Jasmine’s mother to have the Ocean Emperor come and help us? After all, the world is on the brink of destruction; it wouldn’t be appropriate for the strongest being within a world to remain underwater, would it?”
Emhart spoke like a strategist offering advice to Fisher, but the Fate Lord shook her head, walking to stand behind Fisher to speak to him,
“There’s a reason why Emhart doesn’t leave the ocean; she suffered an irreparable dark wound during the mythological war thousands of years ago, and it’s likely that she has not healed to this day.”
“Ah, can physical injuries really not heal in thousands of years? Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”
“Of course, it’s not a physical injury; it’s a wound in the ‘Law’, you ugly creature.”
Seemingly retaliating against Emhart’s earlier insult of calling her “aunt”, the current Fate Lord’s words were quite combative,
“Reaching the intermediate rank of demigod means ‘the limit of living beings’. More simply, it means that such beings, to some degree, have taken on the shape of deities. You should know that the powers or attributes of so-called deities are called ‘Authority’; the prototype of Authority is the ‘Law’ unique to demigods. The Law has properties similar to Authority, so demigods are, to some extent, also repelled by the world, just as the world repels deities.
“This is also why the World Tree, Dragon God, and Heavenly Lock were on the edges of the world before the mythological war, and Emhart is likewise on the edge, being in a trench closest to the main deity and the center of the spirit realm. But during the mythological war, she fought simultaneously against three demigods, leaving an irreparable gap in her Law, making it difficult for her to sustain after that war. Particularly, once she engages again with other deity Authorities (Chaos), the nature of Authority repelling one another amplifies the gap in her Law infinitely, until her Law completely shatters.
“Authority is not only the power of deities but also their nature. Therefore, when Authority perishes, the deities themselves will extinguish; and for demigods who have not yet become deities, the same applies to their Laws. Hence, since the mythological war, Emhart’s Law has shattered, essentially placing her half a foot in the grave. Although the blessings of Ramastia are still under her guard, she can do no more than that; if she engages again with powerful chaotic forces, the only outcome awaiting her will be mutual destruction.”
Emhart’s eyes widened, staring blankly at the Fate Lord in front of him, feeling as though the strongest pillar in his heart had collapsed,
“No way, wait, as such a powerful existence within the world, and having a good relationship with Ramastia, can’t she do anything to save the God of Destruction?”
“Restoring the Law is not a simple matter. It seems Ramastia is also at a loss, or she has a way but cannot accomplish it—the result is the same.”
“It’s all over, it’s all over, Fisher, what should we do? Your mother-in-law is unreliable now. We can only depend on ourselves. How do we fight this? Why don’t you just run back and surrender to Elizabeth? Selling your body could be a way out.”
Fisher glanced derisively at the spineless Emhart beside him. Even if Fisher returned, Elizabeth would probably sacrifice you first.
However, he originally did not plan to rely on Emhart; the world’s only demigod had been missing from history for so long, and with the Apocalypse Prophecy manifesting, she was still unmoving, which was evidently abnormal.
Initially, he thought Emhart was busy with the matters of the realm of spirits along with the gods, but it now seemed otherwise.
Indeed, the future looked bleak.
Nevertheless, Fisher did not feel disheartened. He stood up and patted the timid Emhart, encouraging him, quickly calming down and looking at the rejuvenated Alicia, he analyzed,
“Elizabeth said earlier, ‘The Dead Trinity is about to achieve,’ and I have read the contents of the Death Completion Manual. The third circle within it concerns the ‘Death of the Divine’. A friend of mine said this; the weaker chaotic beings are targeting the injured Dalasgon, aiming to assassinate the deity governing the crevice, allowing chaos to invade the world comprehensively.”
Fisher pondered for a moment before resolutely using that term again, then looked at the Fate Lord before him and continued,
“Sorting through the logic, it means that by assassinating Dalasgon and destroying the protective crevice of the world, achieving the Dead Trinity allows the chaos of death to blossom within the world and makes the rules of the world start to collapse from the inside. But conversely, as long as we can prevent Dalasgon’s death, we can stop the achievement of the Dead Trinity, thereby breaking the entire chain of the process.
“Now that both the Life and Death Completion Manuals are in my hands, to avoid being ‘completed’ by me, they can only resort to chaotic creations outside the manuals. These creations are ultimately limited; as long as we eliminate them, they will be rendered powerless. The Fate Completion Manual is in your hands, while the location of the Mechanism Completion Manual is unknown.”
Hearing this, the Fate Lord rubbed her chin and interrupted him,
“There’s no need to consider the chaos of fate and mechanism; everything concerning Fate Chaos has been sealed by me. Ultimately, you will have to kill me to take the Fate Completion Manual. As for the Mechanism Completion Manual, it’s in an unknown place in the realm of spirits; as long as those mechanisms in the world aren’t networked, they won’t be an issue. So, we only need to consider the remaining chaotic creations of life and death.”
The Fate Lord’s calmness in facing death seemed to instill a sense of reason, and Fisher glanced at her before nodding and refraining from saying more,
“Alicia’s link with the Chaotic Being has been severed; her matters have already been handled. Besides her, there may be one or two remaining life chaos, and one is at the Parasol Tree in the Northern Region. We should set off to the Parasol Tree now to resolve the Chaotic Being there. Even if we can’t deal with Elizabeth, we can bypass her for now.”
The Fate Lord listened quietly as Fisher rationally arranged the subsequent actions. After a pause, she decided to remind Fisher of something.
“Don’t forget, your Phoenix and that Sardinia captain are over there too.”
“I know.”
Looking at Fisher, who was expressionless and unmoved, the Fate Lord’s eyes, containing a faint glow, shifted slightly as she smiled towards the direction of the beach,
“It seems that breaking up with your first love isn’t such a bad thing for you?”
“…”
“You forgot that you don’t have a breakup to speak of, because you two have never been together since university graduation.”
“…”
Fisher glared at the now smirking Fate Lord, suddenly feeling that this guy’s personality was exceedingly unpleasant.
But after spending so much time with bad women, unconsciously, he seemed to have developed some resistance?
So, he took a deep breath and then said,
“Next, I still need to go to Saint Nali to buy something and bring back the ashes of my companion Anna that I left there. You are the Fate Lord, with abilities related to time and space; you should be able to get us to Saint Nali and the Parasol Tree quickly, right?”
At the end, Fisher turned to look at the Fate Lord, and at that moment, he seemed to realize that he was being a bit too impatient.
Having spoken a lot about the arrangements without taking her position into consideration, while the Fate Lord appeared to share similar objectives, she wasn’t his subordinate, so giving orders felt rather presumptuous.
Thus, Fisher belatedly cleared his throat and extended his hand towards the Fate Lord, asking,
“Fate Lord, I need your help with the upcoming matters; I request you to accompany me. Is that okay?”
“…”
The Fate Lord raised an eyebrow, ultimately not extending her hand to shake his. Instead, she moved her fingers, releasing many illusory knots that enveloped their surroundings, saying,
“Call me Ashley, kid.”
“Ashley.”
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
Ashley smiled slightly, snapping her fingers like a reliable senior. At the sound of that strange voice of fate, the illusory knots suddenly fell to the ground. Although they were merely illusory and uncertain if they were reality, they seemingly generated unimaginable force, instantaneously pulling the surrounding space.
“Let’s set off; destination: Saint Nali, then the Parasol Tree in the Northern Region.”
The surrounding space was folded like a canvas by those illusory knots. Although the group merely stood in place, the distance to Nali shortened infinitely within the folds of that “canvas,” and the scenes along the way bombarded Fisher’s eyes in a super-fast fold, making it difficult for him to discern how they were moving.
Fisher and the Fate Lord could endure the overwhelming sensation of a thousand-mile view rushing into their eyes, but Emhart and Alicia were suffering a great deal. In an instant, their legs turned weak, and they fainted into Fisher’s embrace, likely to wake up in the frost and snow of the Northern Region later.
Southern Continent, Red Dragon Court.
At this moment, after the catastrophic defeat in the earth-shattering war against the Human Allied Forces, the dragon court, having preserved its forces, was called by the Dragon Queen to reclaim lost territory to the north.
As soon as this news broke, many clever humans within the Northern Pseudo Court realized that Nali had abandoned this battlefield, hastily packing their belongings to return to the Western Continent. The evacuation of humans from the Western Continent was like pulling out a person’s spine for the Pseudo Court, igniting the already extreme fear within, leading to disorder even before the war began, showing signs of collapse.
The illusory crimson mist in the sky, shrouded in twilight day and night, seemed to herald death, with many subhumans from the Northern Pseudo Court claiming it was a sign of the Dragon God Fei’s manifestation.
Look, the sky is red, and the scales of that Dragon Queen are also red; doesn’t that match up?
Thus, everything pointed to the Southern Red Dragon Court as being destined.
Therefore, just as Raphael was checking the army while pregnant, messengers dispatched by the lords from the various Northern Pseudo Courts flowed south like raindrops, proclaiming that matters in the Southern Continent were nearing resolution.
With the affairs of the Southern Continent concluding, the entire Dragon Court fell into a joy of victory, for the persistence of these years was not in vain—they had indeed welcomed a bright tomorrow.
Only one person at this moment had feelings that were somewhat complicated.
This person was the High Priestess of the Red Dragon Court, the Whale Folk, Jasmine.
Logically speaking, she was not originally a part of the Red Dragon Court; she came here merely to hone her skills, hoping to help Fisher when the apocalypse arrived.
But now, what’s the result? The Red Dragon Court has been liberated, the apocalypse has come, yet she has not even fulfilled her promise to her mother, nor can she reach the mythical rank.
Moreover, it seems that even if she does reach the mythical rank, she won’t be able to help much. In the previous earth-shattering war, which one of them wasn’t a powerful existence surpassing the ordinary mythical rank? Even if she reaches the mythical rank now, what difference will it make? Who could she defeat? What could she help with?
Hence, with these thoughts, Jasmine became increasingly negative, spending each day either by the sea or lounging on the beach. Raphael was busy with matters concerning the Dragon Court, having something to do; Jasmine truly felt what it meant to be “doing nothing.”
“Ah.”
Jasmine sat on the beach, gazing at the waves on the sea, hugging her knees, with her whale tail occasionally slapping the sand, feeling terribly frustrated.
She believed herself to be a complete waste; her talent didn’t compare to her mother’s, and she couldn’t do anything. If that’s the case, it seemed there was no point in trying hard.
At that moment, seemingly infected by nihilism, Jasmine sank into a more languid state. The disarray in her blood belonging to the Whale Folk was ignited; she even thought about lying in the sea, waiting for others to resolve this crisis or just waiting for the world to perish with her.
No, no, no, no, how could she think like this? That was too useless!
Jasmine shook her head, only for the softness in front to sway more violently than her head. The lingerie quality of the Dragon Court was abysmal; even a place as industrially developed as Nali couldn’t produce clothing that fit her, let alone here. It seemed only the vast sea could accommodate her ample bosom.
She slapped her cheeks, determined to cheer up, not wanting to be so useless anymore.
Even if she couldn’t reach the mythical rank, at least she could assist a little, right? Rather than staying here, she should go find Teacher Fisher to see where she could be of use!
Jasmine stood up, thinking that since the state of the Red Dragon Court had stabilized, this would be the perfect time to leave and find Teacher Fisher.
It wasn’t as if she were sneaking off to have an affair with Raphael; they’d clearly done that shy thing together, so… having a little more wouldn’t hurt, right?
Jasmine’s face flushed slightly as she took a deep breath. The crimson mist reflecting the sky in the ocean made her recall when she was in the Demon Dynasty. Dad had clearly said that the base was the key for her to reach the mythical rank, yet where is it now?
Not a word of follow-up!
Big liar!
The more Jasmine thought about it, the angrier she got. She lifted her foot and stomped heavily on the waves at the edge of the beach, crushing the shadow of the black-haired human reflected in the ocean, leaving only the scattered crimson mist amidst the splashes.
“Jasmine! Jasmine! Where are you?”
“Raphael? I’m over here!!”
Jasmine froze slightly, hearing the faint sound coming from behind her. She turned her head to see Raphael, serious-faced, quickly approaching with her long red hair fluttering. In her hand, she was gripping a crumpled piece of paper,
“Raphael, slow down; you still have a baby in your belly!”
“Stop with the baby talk; look at this, Jasmine!”
Raphael bit her lip, hardly taking the time to acknowledge Jasmine’s concern, and without even steadying herself, she tossed the piece of paper onto Jasmine.
Jasmine took the paper and realized it was a newspaper filled with Nali text.
She smoothed the newspaper down and bent over for a careful read. Her blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her gaze as she read the Nali text on the paper. As she read, Jasmine spoke aloud,
“Shock! The World Magic Association and Golden Palace have jointly confirmed that Queen Elizabeth Godlin has a fiancé and is about to… hold a wedding. The identity of the prince is actually…”
The more Jasmine read, the more elevated her tone and shock grew,
“The identity of the prince is actually Fisher Benavides, the disciple of the Grand Mage Heilson?!! And the Golden Palace has confirmed it!!”
She blinked and looked up at the fiercely glaring Raphael, who was cradling her belly as if ready to kill.
Jasmine swallowed hard, tucked the blue strands behind her ear, and hurriedly tried to comfort her,
“Calm down, Raphael, this isn’t necessarily Fisher’s idea. Maybe something unexpected happened over there, and Fisher was careless and got caught by Elizabeth or something.”
Raphael, grinding her teeth, couldn’t help but sigh at Jasmine’s comforting words. She folded her arms and looked towards the northern sea,
“It’d better be like that. But even so, for Fisher to have reached such a level of ability and still be captured by that human queen is not good news. Things here are already nearly settled; I’ve decided to head north quickly to see what’s going on. Nali has bullied our Southern Continent for so long; it’s time to settle the score. Moreover, Jasmine, I recall you mentioned before that you have a deep grudge against that human queen, right?”
Hearing this, Jasmine pursed her lips, and the light in her eyes dimmed a bit as she seemed to recall something.
She tightened her grip on the newspaper slightly and murmured,
“Yes, Elizabeth.”
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