Free Web NovelChapter 1474: Chapter 61: Elliog (2)
"Then he still..."
"He might hope Elliog would help him in certain matters, especially since he heard the noise of Elliog awakening earlier."
Fisher glanced at the letter from Solomon held in his hand, but he didn’t open it. Instead, he quickly reached the walls of Elliog’s fortress.
It was mentioned before that the castle was the only place fenced to prevent entry when he came here. Now, as he approached, he also saw a chain without a lock, serving as a gate latch, hanging with a wooden sign marked in Demon Language.
The wooden sign was very old, and who knows how long it had been hanging in this eerie place, seemingly never moved by anyone.
Fisher couldn’t read Demon Language, but Emhardt, on his shoulder, spoke up,
"’Do not disturb, or bear the consequences.’... That’s what the sign says."
"...That’s indeed her style."
Fisher smiled helplessly, then reached out to take down the sign, which hinted at "Beware of the dog, do not open the gate," and unlocked the chain, revealing an extremely silent space.
Emhardt quickly flew to hide in Fisher’s arms, afraid that a scary-faced female demon might pop out from somewhere.
Fisher, however, patted him helplessly, saying,
"Elliog isn’t that terrifying, haven’t you met her?"
"...But I hate demons!"
Fisher said no more and let him be.
In front of Elliog’s castle, it was desolate; no decorations, nothing at all, empty and plain like her castle’s cool-toned design.
Even upon reaching the large gate, it remained unobstructed; no locks, no traps — Fisher saw nothing of the sort. With a gentle push, the tightly closed door of the castle moved back a little distance.
"Pardon me."
He mumbled softly and walked into the castle. As he entered, the wide rooms of the castle immediately lit up, displaying their structure before Fisher.
The first thing that caught his eye was a very large bed.
Yes, a bed, simply placed in the center of the fortress.
"...Wow, quite indulgent, aren’t we?"
Emhardt commented sarcastically, because to the naked eye, this bed looked extravagant. Probably, even the beds of angels and elves couldn’t compare to this one.
The velvet-made light bedding appeared somewhat disordered, suggesting the owner had no habit of tidying up the bed; on a leather-covered cushion lay numerous pillows of differing sizes, made of jade, wood chips...
Hmm, wait, why does one of these pillows look familiar?
Fisher walked to the bedside and saw a small pillow laid on the bedding, identical to the one in Nali’s laboratory... No, rather, it seemed to be the very pillow from Nali’s laboratory!
When did this fellow snatch away his own pillow?
He then turned to look at other places beyond the bed and quickly saw various clothing scattered beside the bedding. Since Fisher had personally taken them off before, he clearly remembered these belonged to Elliog.
It appeared that after she left Nali, she indeed returned here, evident from these personal items imbued with her distinct flair.
But she walked outside in a soul state at that time, possibly still confined by the Mother Goddess’s sealing; thus, upon returning, she might enter the sealing state again...
So, where is her actual form now?
Fisher placed the gift from Solomon on the nightstand and then led Emhardt deeper into the castle. The clothing Elliog removed were not merely scattered but sequentially lined toward the inner part of the castle.
So, Elliog likely headed in that direction last.
Like a little rat drawn to pieces of cheese, Fisher followed the trail of Elliog’s clothes toward a certain direction.
The interior of the castle was stark, unadorned; it seemed the owner also had no extra thoughts in tidying where she lived, letting decay grow within.
But soon, Fisher’s eyes were greeted by many captivating things.
At the back of the castle hall, walls and shelves were filled with various weapons and armor.
From the lower-tier ones, human, demi-human, Dragon-man Species armor were present, to the higher-tier ones, imbued with the essence of Angel Holy Object, Elf Grass and Wood-themed armor, all-inclusive.
Many armors bore visible traces of blade cuts, some with dried blood stains, unknown from when.
Rather than a collection, these items seemed more like spoils of war.
Beneath each piece of armor lay one or several weapons, either chopped in half or fragmented, all kinds were present, corresponding to the armors above. These were presumably the weapons wielded by the owners of the armors at that time, but whether mundane weapons or Divine Artifacts, all were cleaved by some terrifying brute force, reduced to lifeless silence displayed here.
"Buzz, buzz..."
The shadows of accumulated weapons and armor in the darkness caused ringing in Fisher’s ears, and faintly, a weak light akin to a candle flame ignited on his side, drawing his attention.
