Free Web NovelChapter 1481: Chapter 63: Duel 3
"You... you..."
Moli raised her sword, its tip trembling slightly. Perhaps Elliog’s attack just now had been too overwhelming, far beyond her expectations, leaving her unprepared mentally as a student who had just entered the gates of a new world.
She seemed to be controlled by the stark scene she had just witnessed, unable to articulate her words clearly.
"What, never seen anything like this before, a bit surprised are you?"
"Seen..."
"Mr. Fischer... ah, no wonder, turns out even after all this time you’re still his student. Convenient, so you can learn a bit of... extracurricular knowledge."
Indeed, she was still...
A student?
Moli regretted the wording she reflexively used upon entering out of shock, as under Elliog’s haunting gaze, she felt as if every part of her had been dissected cleanly.
Her nearly blank relationship with Fischer, her helplessness in dealing with everything, her impotent rage inside...
But what exactly is the relationship between this demon and Fischer?
As Sir Rushu said, is it merely a bit of history between them?
Yet from the looks of things now, even "a bit of history" seems far deeper than the superficial "teacher-student relationship" she has with Fischer, right?
And what about her, is her relationship with Fischer merely "a bit of history" as well?
Could it be that when Sir Rushu introduces her to others, he should also say "Moli and Fischer merely have a bit of history"...
Within Moli’s golden armor, a hint of profound blackness began to spread from the tips of her hair, causing the flames on Elliog’s tail to instinctively sense an inexplicable threat, starting to sway slightly.
Moli’s trembling hand could no longer lift the sword, temporarily putting it down, but the sensation of being unable to resist still drove her to seek other arguments to refute the demon’s current actions, such as...
"Rafael..." Moli pressed her lips together, even her gaze dodged as she spoke, "Rafael certainly wouldn’t allow Fischer to do this!"
"Rafael? Who is that, your name?"
"Uh, no... Rafael is a Dragon-man species, she and Fish..."
"Oh, so it has nothing to do with you?"
"I..."
Elliog’s gaze felt like a blade, making her unable to lift her head with each sentence further, as the deep darkness in her hair intensified.
Meanwhile, the subdued Fischer realized the severity of the problem, quickly breaking free from the nearly brain-draining "Demon’s Kiss" just now.
He began to recognize that Elliog’s demon powers were affecting him, making him briefly unwilling to resist, even considering carrying on like this with her.
But with Moli present, the recently stimulated Elliog, hair turned green by "Paimon", was clearly still furious; even in Nali, there was no prior hostility towards Moli, but under current special circumstances, this attack was inevitable.
He had to pull himself together, couldn’t wait any longer.
Thinking of this, Fischer began to restore as much of his soul power as possible, unwilling to use chaotic soul power against Elliog again, which might expose his thorough chaotic pollution before Moli.
He couldn’t let Moli, already severely hit, see his form starting to slither into a non-human monster.
He must...
"Elliog..."
He gritted his teeth, squeezing her name from his throat.
And Elliog didn’t expect the weakened Fischer could break free from her power, she shook her tail and turned to look at Fischer. Yet before she could read his eyes’ meaning, behind her, standing at the doorway with head bowed, Moli suddenly spoke in a low voice,
"It’s me..."
Elliog turned her head to look at her, seeing Moli panting, seemingly the deep darkness within her returning quietly to her, calming down.
But this didn’t mean she became weak again, didn’t mean she would seek other excuses like Rafael or Elizabeth to vent her current inner discontent...
She gradually realized, the true culprit wasn’t any other reason, but herself, it was her possessiveness!
Then Moli raised her sword once more, looking directly at Elliog, declaring loudly as if declaring war,
"I won’t allow you to do this with Fischer!! It’s not Rafael nor anyone else! Fischer is mine!!
"No matter what kind of history you had with him before, nor why you’re doing this, I won’t allow you to continue like this!! You shameless demon, let go of Fischer, or you’re going to regret it!!"
"..."
Elliog looked at Moli, who genuinely stepped through the gateway for the first time, her eyes unusually resolute, curiously licked her lips again, as the fireball on her tail became brighter.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
From the depths of the castle room, a subtle vibrating sound emanated from Elliog’s true form, seemingly the vibration of several sharp weapons.
The next moment, Elliog remained languid, she merely yawned and said again,
"I won’t."
"..."
Moli’s eyes sharpened, her sword’s glint almost leaving her hand, her whole body turning into a pre-attack posture, her eyes fixed on a certain easily chopped spot beneath the thin veil covering Elliog on the bed.
Then, she lightly tapped the ground, her sword and body instantly flashed towards the bed.
A confrontation between a Demon God and a Whale-man was indeed a rare spectacle in this long-quiet dynasty.
"Bang!"
But at the very next moment, when the chaos was about to erupt, a suddenly raised shadow behind Elliog swiftly grabbed her claw-like hand, firmly drawing her into an embrace.
While its other hand suddenly raised, gripping the sword blade nearly reaching the bed.
A fierce wind swept through the room, blowing Elliog and Moli’s hair into a wild frenzy.
