Free Web NovelChapter 1486: Chapter 65: Eating (Part 2)
"..."
She sat beside Fisher, pursed her lips, and said with a wry smile,
"She is very worried about you too. She knows that those two demons are likely not even a match for you, and fears that you might take a drastic approach for her sake. So, on the night before her departure, she came to me personally, asking me to follow you into the Demon Dynasty, to stop you at the most critical moment from harming yourself at any cost..."
Fisher’s eyes slightly narrowed, the words about his current soul state were forcibly locked in his throat, without letting out a single word or phrase.
No wonder Rafael seemed to have changed suddenly, and was willing to let Moli accompany him on this mission—she was worried about him...
She knew that he might resort to dangerous methods, and it turned out exactly as she predicted, as he was gradually stepping into the Abyss of Chaos.
Having faced enemies like Philone, Erwin, and Margaret, Fisher certainly understood what this power meant, but he had no conventional means of bridging the rank gap and could only make such a choice.
But Rafael wasn’t stupid; as Fisher’s tail-matching partner, she certainly understood Fisher and could roughly guess the risk-taking hidden beneath his composure.
Fisher’s momentary dazed expression was caught by Moli; she hesitated slightly, then her smile grew increasingly apologetic and helpless,
"Yes, Mr. Fisher... it’s this expression, this look that so resembles Rafael’s concern for you... That night, she was worried about you the same way... I know about your feelings with Rafael and respect that, so I agreed to her request, even though she told me she had already taken Mr. Fisher to meet her Mother, Yaril...
"But... but... what about me?"
Moli lowered her head, allowing shadows from the castle to crawl up her already indistinct face; before Fisher could read her expression again, she acted first, sitting lightly on Fisher like Elliog had just done.
"Uh..."
Fisher bit his teeth and muffled a groan, undoubtedly suppressing the pain caused by his soul’s hunger while exerting effort to listen to Moli’s heartfelt words and emotions flowing through them.
At the same time, he also perceived that the sensation of Moli sitting was altogether different from Elliog’s earlier.
Thanks to the enormous whale tail behind her, Fisher felt she was heavier than Elliog but also much softer; the huge tail covered his horns like a heavy blanket, enveloping him and immobilizing him.
"The deep feelings between Mr. Fisher and Rafael make me feel so wronged, but I have no choice... I don’t want to hurt Rafael nor let go of Mr. Fisher... I’ve never told anyone, just kept working to numb myself in this way... But I still feel begrudged and indeed very painful...
"Rafael was willing to wait so long for Mr. Fisher and even took you to see Aunt Yaril... but I am the same; I have even left my mother’s side to train ashore, just so I can protect Mr. Fisher in the face of the impending apocalypse... I’ve also waited for so many years, because back then in Nali, everything Mr. Fisher did, all the good towards me, I remember too..."
Moli slightly lowered her body, her excessively ample bosom landed against Fisher’s chest through the fabric, stirring his heart beneath with agitation.
The tingly thunder beneath his arms rendered him limp but heightened his senses. Perhaps due to Fisher’s exertion in suppressing soul hunger, the urgent and powerful heartbeats thundered like drumbeats in his ears, quickening his breath.
"Moli..."
"Mr. Fisher, is it because you don’t like Moli that you’re treating me like this?"
Her voice was soft and plaintive as if on the verge of tears, though no teardrop fell, her cotton candy-like numb words fell straight into Fisher’s mind.
On lifting his gaze again, among the beautiful blue long hair, her pure and stunning face showed a faint blush of grievance, even her eyes were moist, reflecting Fisher as a lake shines.
Thus she waited for Fisher’s reply; though the room contained only the two of them, Fisher felt it was a silent interrogation, as if uttering a "no" would punish his soul...
The irresistibility and incredibility were her questions at this moment.
As Fisher’s throat moved, the answer became apparent,
"...I don’t, I really like Moli."
"..."
The shimmering in Moli’s eyes brightened slightly, but she didn’t let off the mischievous Mr. Fisher under her.
She merely pursed her lips, then slightly raised her long tail to stand up, temporarily removing the softness from him.
She took a deep breath, glanced somewhat insecurely over her body, hesitated for a second, and gently covered the vast depths like mountains and cotton candy clouds with her hands, timidly continuing,
