Free Web NovelChapter 1480: Chapter 63: Duel (Part 2)
It was at the moment she recognized the garment, Moli’s neck sluggishly moved akin to a rusted component aged by countless years, and when she stiffly, bit by bit, lifted her head, she finally took in the dim sight within the castle.
Her eyes first fell upon the grand hall, where a brazenly comfortable-looking large bed was shamelessly set by some unknown character.
Upon that bed, on a slightly sunken soft mattress, Moli saw the back of a red-haired woman sitting upright. She was clad in nothing but a thin veil, seemingly sitting dominantly on something.
Behind her, like a valiant general, a flexible tail with a fireball at its tip swayed slightly.
In the darkness, the bright flame-flickering tail resembled a snake flicking its tongue. Upon Moli’s entry, its movement paused slightly, watching her eerily.
In front of her, or rather beneath her, lay a seemingly defenseless man leaning on the bedpost. As his clothes had just been flung at Moli’s feet upon his entrance, his muscular upper body was also bare—who else could it be but Fisher?
"Gurgle~"
From within the female body perched above came a bubbling sound reminiscent of boiling magma. Both the woman and the seemingly half-reluctant Fisher on the bed were momentarily stunned as they looked towards the disheveled Whale-man species at the door...
"Moli?"
"Fisher... Teacher?"
Fisher felt utterly numb, completely unprepared for everything happening so suddenly that he couldn’t keep up.
He hadn’t expected Elliog, usually as docile and lazy as a cat, to suddenly turn into a man-eating female demon, nor had he expected Moli, whom he was planning to search for, to suddenly appear right before him...
Yet her timing seemed entirely wrong, akin to a spark swirling over a powder keg, poised to cause a shocking explosion.
It was Fisher’s incredulous voice that confirmed his identity for Moli, reminding her of the current grave situation.
Moli’s aghast expression slowly turned cherry-blossom pink. She was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear, standing between the slightly ajar giant doors, unsure whether to advance or retreat, she shakily pointed at Elliog,
"You... Fisher, you guys... you are..."
After sizing up the incoming figure, although Elliog’s expression was still somewhat displeased, Fisher always felt it wasn’t as terrible as when he mentioned "Paimon."
Perhaps, in Elliog’s eyes, Helair’s existence and actions were intolerable.
"... So you’re the little whale person from back then at Nali? It’s been a while, so you came with Fisher... What, are you here to join in punishing him too?"
"Pun... Punish?"
Moli’s eyes spun like mosquito coils as she dumbly repeated Elliog’s words, yet seeing the current situation, she clearly knew what the so-called "punishment" entailed.
Strangely, at that moment, an uncontrollable irritation swelled within her chest, even though she didn’t even know who this demon was, which was entirely different from how she handled Rafael.
After a brief pause, her face still flushed, even though the castle’s blood-boiling scene made her hesitant to step forward, yet she still gritted her teeth, raised her long sword towards Elliog, and coldly scolded,
"You... you shameless demon! Let go of Fisher! How dare you force him into... into this, let him go now!"
Elliog raised an eyebrow, her arrow-tipped tail behind her aiming leisurely at Moli, as if flaunting her might.
Then, she merely caressed a certain spot where she sat atop Fisher, and her fiery snake-like bright eyes burned even more intensely.
As if, it wasn’t exactly forced?
Elliog yawned, seemingly disregarding Moli entirely, only saying,
"Watch carefully."
"Watch wha..."
Moli hesitated slightly, not yet grasping Elliog’s intent, when she saw her lazily hooking Fisher’s chin with one hand. In his flustered expression, she lifted his empty shell-like body and gently parted her lips radiating fiery light, greedily kissing Fisher.
From that kiss, a robust caustic scent of saltpeter pierced Fisher’s mind, reminding him once again of the long-separated demoness named "Elliog."
Her excessively blatant demands were easily sensed through sight and sound, and at the same time, Elliog’s bright red eyes still watched the utterly stunned Moli at the door, as if riding atop her, bombarding her with insanity.
"Gurgle~"
"Pop!"
After several seconds, Elliog abruptly released Fisher from her arms, quickly licking her own lips, and looked at Fisher as she said contentedly,
"Indeed, only by reminding you of my taste will you behave..."
