Free Web NovelChapter 1477: Chapter 62: Chaos Upon Chaos 2
But indeed, his relationship with Helair was not a simple one, saying so was obviously avoiding the important matter, and he didn’t want to do it like this either.
"I don’t know what left this mark either, maybe it was when she was by my side..."
"When Paimon was by your side?"
"Ah, previously..."
"Like this, huh... when I was asleep?"
"...Indeed it was like that."
"So what did you do?"
"What?"
"Did she give you her blessing?"
"Blessing?"
"Then, did she give you secret knowledge?"
"Probably not, but she gave me some hints when I reached the Mythical Rank."
"And then she gave you her marking... or engraved it on top of mine?"
In her seemingly casual inquiry, she emphasized on "my marking".
"..."
At this moment, Elliog began to diverge from the lazy and indifferent state that Fisher initially perceived. Although she was examining Fisher while questioning him, Fisher’s peripheral vision sharply noticed that the massive hammer at the bottom of the weapons rack in front of the Fire Pillar began to tremble slightly, as if ready to swing and stir up a storm at any moment, seemingly a reflection of her current mood.
Perhaps Fisher was not a seasoned demonologist and knew little about demonic matters. He might know how demons come to be, their nature, but was ignorant of this race’s culture, even learning much from Emhardt.
Thus, he didn’t know what this mark meant to demons, so he could only ask Elliog,
"...Is this mark important? But I haven’t felt anything, I didn’t even know it existed."
"Buzzing..."
The massive hammer behind Elliog buzzed, and she just moved a few steps towards him, then rubbed hard on his chest, making the "Paimon" mark more radiant.
The dim green light shone on Elliog’s forehead and hair, causing her expression to grow increasingly displeased, almost to the point of spewing fire,
"This mark only appears in front of demons, meaning, other than demons, no other being can discover its trace. This mark has levels, huh, there are three levels, namely [Food], [Blessed], [Favored]... Even a mere food mark, once marked, others absolutely cannot engage with it, otherwise it’s a provocation and declaration of war. Let alone, I placed the highest Favored Ones mark on you..."
Elliog said delicately, but Fisher suddenly recalled something that happened when he fled Nali.
At that time, he and Moli, along with others, borrowed two demon servants’ ship to flee Nali deep within Snake Head Street. Thanks to the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual that granted fallen resistance, they couldn’t extract the Fallen Self as a ship fare no matter how hard they tried.
He pitied them and proposed to let them make another attempt to extract the Fallen Self, but at that time they refused, and one of the demon servants said something profound,
"According to demonic rules, when a Great Demon places a mark on someone, it means you belong to them. Extracting the Fallen Self as part of a transaction is somewhat an offense... If it wasn’t Lord Elliog but some other petty Demon God, they might have been furious by now."
It turns out even at that time Elliog had already left a mark on him, so if extracting the Fallen Self wasn’t necessary as the ship fare, they might not have dared to touch him, or else it’d be a provocation against Elliog...
Therefore, when Helair erased her mark and audaciously engraved her own on top, wasn’t this riding on Elliog’s head...
He opened his mouth, looking at the expressionless Elliog in front of him, and somewhat glitched out as he asked,
"What rank is the mark she left on me?"
"...Also Favored."
"..."
Elliog was silent for a moment, her words grew more delicate, carrying an increasingly rich gunpowder smell, like it was ready to explode with just a bit more heat.
And behind her on the weapons rack, not only the massive hammer at the bottom but also the scimitar in the middle began to tremble slightly as well.
"Was it you who released me before?"
"Ah, yes, Elliog..."
Fisher thought he caught an opportunity and tried to steer the conversation towards the main topic to divert Elliog’s current focus, but she gave no chance, just turned her head to look at the faint body of the Fire Pillar behind her, saying,
"Back then, Agares used Paimon’s method to temporarily release my soul from my body. This process required an enormous consumption of soul power. Even Paimon consumed more than half of her soul power, becoming tremendously weak, only then could my soul move in a pre-Mythical Rank form...Even though you used chaotic power to ascend to Mythical Rank, and your soul power is stronger than ordinary Mythical Rank, it seems by now, you’re also exhausted..."
Fisher hadn’t figured out the meaning in her words, yet he saw her suddenly turning her head to look at him.
Those bright eyes, like coiling fire serpents, sharp and piercing, burst forth spontaneously in Fisher’s mind, forming a towering terror fire pillar, occupying his thoughts at that moment.
