Free Web NovelChapter 1482: Chapter 64: Betraying the Mentor
"Clang!"
As the forceful gust exploded, lifting the hair of the two women, the entire room echoed with metallic sounds, as if a sword had scraped against something incredibly tough.
However, after that, the room gradually turned quiet, leaving only faint sounds of breathing.
Moli paused, her hand holding the longsword frozen in mid-air, as she looked towards Fisher, who was holding two women apart behind Elliog.
"Fisher..."
Elliog, held in his embrace, showed no other expression. She hadn’t taken Moli’s attack seriously but was a bit surprised by Fisher’s ability to simultaneously escape a soul void and his own powers.
Aside from that, she only raised an eyebrow, leaning against Fisher’s embrace, yawning while looking at Moli, with an expression of "really comfortable," an irritating look that made Moli want to swing her sword again, but Fisher held the tip firmly, preventing further action.
"You... calm down a bit first."
Fisher gritted his teeth, and in his peripheral vision, his hand grasping Moli’s sword handle began to move restlessly, as if his soul hungrily sought to extend Moli’s sword towards her. Meanwhile, touching Elliog’s skin caused tremors, requiring great effort to control the chaos within his soul.
"No way! Can’t calm down! Who is this Elliog again? Why has Mr. Fisher never mentioned her? You were definitely doing that kind of thing just now!"
Grinding her teeth, Moli glared at the provocatively dressed demon before Fisher, ignorant that Elliog was not annoyed but scoffing instead and looking at Moli, saying,
"Although it didn’t happen, that unsatisfying feeling hasn’t really gone away... Oh, speaking of which, I’m quite curious, Paimon actually left a seal on you. Does she view these ladies around you with indifference as I do? Really unlike her..."
"Paimon?"
Moli lifted her head a bit, seemingly unfamiliar with the name, looking confused at Fisher behind Elliog, who only sweated more from weakness.
"Oh, you don’t even know who Paimon is?"
"Ah?"
For some reason, Elliog’s demeanor seemed more relaxed seeing Moli more confused, as though her earlier frustration from waking up disturbed by Paimon had alleviated, diminishing the confrontation from earlier...
Though it’s immoral, there’s undeniable solace, even just a sliver, when seeing someone worse off than oneself.
Moli’s hand trembled faintly, feeling she could barely hold the longsword, looking at Fisher beside her, asking,
"Paimon... who is she?"
"A Demon God like myself, a very annoying and evil existence... Oh, usually, those blessed by her wouldn’t think so. Those she bestowed wisdom to regard her as Angel and God, without any sense of wrongdoing."
Elliog shrugged, her words light yet carrying subjective resentment, seemingly due to her own blessed being taken, she was rather angered, differing greatly from what she described at the bottom of Nali Lake.
"Then... Mr. Fisher... has he been with her?"
"..."
Moli asked blankly, and Elliog also stayed silent, using her peripheral vision to look at him, her slightly elongated ears perked up, seemingly waiting for his answer.
At this point, even Fisher didn’t understand how, but their conflict seemed to dissipate silently, with the horrifying flames directed towards him, as though about to roast him over a fire.
Faced with the silent questioning from the two women, Fisher couldn’t evade further, released Elliog with a nod,
"... I have indeed been intimate with her."
"..."
Moli’s mouth gaped, her hand lost strength as Fisher still held the sword’s blade, but she let go weakly, letting it fall onto the bed and then slide to the floor.
Elliog also unhappily shook her tail, the flames at its end swelling brighter.
Curiously, she didn’t seem to mind when questioning Moli, clearly having no significant hostility towards Moli but rather towards Helair, with words to Moli possibly being remnants of dissatisfaction towards Helair...
Though from Moli’s perspective, even those remnants were pain-inducing blows.
Elliog turned to look at Fisher, reaffirming his condition, then said,
"Haha, seems Paimon really favors you like I do. I’ve lived so long without hearing of such things besides myself... No wonder. I don’t have the ability to help you enter Myth, only teaching you unsuitable combat techniques; Paimon is better, isn’t she?"
