novelraw Chapter 219: Spirit World and Escape (Three-in-One, Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader)
Chapter 219: Spirit World and Escape (Three-in-One, Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader)
At the instant the twins opened their eyes, a wave of heat assaulted Fisher's group head-on. The giant obsidian door they leaned against behind them also began to light up with a bit of bright light akin to a magma fissure.
The left and right, one black one white Demon Misses swayed their tails. In the next second, a gust of fragrant wind brushed past. The black Demon on the left had unexpectedly appeared beside Fisher at some unknown time.
She pursed her lips, floating in midair with a greedy smile, continuously sizing up Fisher.
Fisher glanced sideways, yet discovered this Demon surprisingly grew a pair of small and exquisite Demon wings behind her back. Those wings were extremely small, rapidly flapping in midair. According to its original size, it should be far from enough to support her flight; who knows how she's flying up right now.
"Welcome, esteemed guests. Mmm... it's been a long time since such a handsome man appeared before our eyes."
That black Demon pinched her own chin, sizing up the Fisher before her eyes. The other white-haired Demon behind her, however, still sat in place. In contrast to this black Demon who loved to flirt, her expression was extremely plain, as if her face was missing a part,
"Ferrying requires paying desires."
"Honestly, Niya, don't be in such a hurry..."
The black Demon puffed out her cheeks, flying back behind that white Demon named "Niya" extremely displeasedly. She gently embraced the white Demon from behind, but strangely enough, at this time both Fisher and Old Jack felt a gust of fragrant wind also simultaneously embrace themselves from behind.
"Scram, you foul-smelling Demon! Stay further away from the esteemed Sir Book! I've long found you Demon Species displeasing, if you have the ability come out and single combat... Oh, Fisher, she's behind your back!"Behind him, one of Sir Book's eyes blinked. First he distanced himself somewhat from Fisher and the others, and then began shouting loudly at Fisher's back.
Although he was beaten up by Baimon once, at any rate Baimon was also a Great Demon possessing illustrious renown within the Abyss. The previous Eliog was similarly so; it was entirely normal for him to hide and lay low for a bit. But now these two nameless familiars still wanted to mess around here, Eimhart was the first to bristle up.
Fisher's gaze twitched. His keen perception told him that the black Demon appearing behind Niya was fake; the true Demon was exactly right behind him.
Thinking up to here, he abruptly turned his head and pinched. His palm abruptly grabbed a completely incorporeal black Demon's neck in midair.
"Ah!"
That black Demon who suddenly manifested visibly wasn't angered in the slightest at being suddenly grabbed by the neck. Instead, blushing, she let out an easily misunderstood coquettish cry, just as if she was flirting with Fisher.
An evil fire unconsciously spread under these circumstances. But Fisher possessed Depravity Resistance; the expression on his face didn't move in the slightest, merely gently flinging that black Demon back.
The black Demon clutched her own neck in midair and helplessly waved her own tail, and then this time truly returned to beside that white Demon,
"Truly an insensitive to romance human. Could it be I don't suit your taste? Or to say, you like males?"
"Stop fooling around, Laya. On his body, there is the Duke's scent."
The white Demon sat motionless in place, that pair of eyes occupied by fire snakes staring straight at the human not far away, her nose still occasionally twitching.
"Lord Eliog?"
Once this sentence was spoken, the black Demon named "Laya"'s expression changed. That charming seductiveness also restrained quite a bit, merely hiding behind Niya cautiously looking at the human before her eyes.
"Oh my, this little familiar me truly has eyes but doesn't recognize Mount Tai. Esteemed human sir, let's better discuss the transaction. The ferrying service of our sisters has a very high favorable rating."
"...Are you the ones who provided the ferrying service for Eliog?"
"Yes, ferrying service, requires desires..."
Looking at the two familiars before his eyes, Fisher suddenly discovered these two Demons basically possessed no powerful combat capability, at least his intuition told him so.
What Eliog said was correct, the disparity between Demon Species was exceedingly enormous. Although Fisher hadn't yet seen the Little Demons Eliog spoke of, according to her description, that thing was more akin to wild beasts rather than Demi-Humans.
Demons accomplishing affairs required Fallen Self-Nature. And according to Fisher's understanding of Demons, he roughly deduced they generally had two methods to extract Fallen Self-Nature: one was through transactions like contracts, and the other was bewitchment.
Transactions were very obvious, namely the Demon pays a portion of the price, while the person receiving the benefits needed to offer the Fallen Self-Nature hidden within their body.
Sacrifices to Great Demons, similar to Baimon bestowing inspiration upon human artists, relied on this method. This kind of extraction method generally had a limit; Demons complying with the transaction would strictly act in accordance with the result of what they paid to exchange for Fallen Self-Nature.
And the other kind, bewitchment, was extremely similar to the matters recorded in church scriptures that Demons would do.
They would design traps, hooking you to immerse yourself within through illusions and beautiful exterior skins. In reality you obtained completely nothing, and moreover you would continuously produce Fallen Self-Nature, until you were led toward destruction by that Fallen Self-Nature.
This was also what the black Demon just now was doing. Once humans had their original intentions hooked by their beauty, without the constraints of a transaction, they could extract however much Fallen Self-Nature they wanted to extract.
Therefore why Eliog said the relationship between humans and Demons in ancient times was actually okay, was although extracting Fallen Self-Nature would definitely produce harm to humans, compared to solid and visible benefits, the vast majority of humans simply wouldn't care about that kind of illusory thing.
Facing Demon Niya's transaction, Fisher took a pace or two forward and extended his arms,
"You may, come extract my Fallen Self-Nature. We need to leave Saint-Nazareth, the quicker the better."
The white Demon nodded, but still raised a finger and said,
"Right now the outer sea is not quiet. If you want to head out to sea, you need to pay even more desires."
"No problem."
Fisher walked in front of the two Demons. Jasmine also worried the desires they extracted would be like vampires sucking blood in novels. As a result, the two Demons before their eyes merely abruptly stood up their arrow-headed tails burning with fireballs behind them.
Two tails, one pierced towards Fisher's left arm, one pierced towards his right arm.
A subtle pricking needle sensation transmitted over. At the instant those Demon tails pierced his body, Fisher felt his inner heart begin to become somewhat restless and hot. His gaze also involuntarily locked onto the lightly and cooly dressed bodies of the two Demons before his eyes.
This kind of extraction process of Fallen Self-Nature was related to the desires existing within the human body. Fallen Self-Nature would encourage the most prominent original sin within the body; some people consequently would become even more lazy, jealous or enraged and such. And Fisher became even more fond of ladies...
This was extremely reasonable, wasn't it?
But a few seconds passed, the complexions of the two Demi-Human Girls before his eyes were somewhat unsightly. They were seen with faces slowly dyeing a purplish-red color as if having held their breath for a minute, their tails also slightly trembling.
Old Jack and Jasmine behind looked toward the scene ahead. Fisher's eyes were closed, while those two Demons were in pain as if suffering from abdominal bloating, making them momentarily unable to distinguish exactly who was extracting from whom.
"How could it be so hard to extract?"
"His... will is very firm..."
Shortly after, the two Demons somewhat helplessly withdrew their own tails simultaneously, looking somewhat speechlessly at the Fisher before their eyes.
They unexpectedly didn't extract much Fallen Self-Nature from Fisher's body. It was just like forcefully sucking with a straw in a milk bottle already almost drunk empty leaving only a few drops; even sucking until their heads grew dizzy they merely tasted a little sweetness.
Niya and Laya still thought it was Fisher's steel-like will guarding his Fallen Self-Nature. In reality what they didn't know was, Fisher possessed the Depravity Resistance bestowed by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook.
"You've finished extracting, it's time to fulfill your promise."
Fisher couldn't care less whether they extracted enough, nor was it possible to let them go extract other people's Fallen Self-Nature anew. This shameless speech made Laya purse her lips,
"I've seen quite a few stingy Demons, but a stingy human is a first for me... But seeing as you are Lord Eliog's person, we won't bicker so much with you. Having some is always better than having none... Come this way."
Laya's words made the Jasmine beside him fan her drooping ears anew. She looked at the Fisher beside her with a face full of doubt, seemingly wanting to ascertain from his face which one that "Eliog" was. But Fisher's face was calm, making her discover nothing at all...
However, that Demon's words were a bit ambiguous, making Jasmine immediately grasp the feeling when at Elizabeth's place.
She merely inexplicably lost consciousness and slept heavily. Why upon waking up was she hunted by the biological elder sister of her most intimate classmate? She had even said something about making Fisher's inner heart possess only her alone...
And now an unknown Demon popped out from nowhere?
This feeling of "waking up to become enemies with the entire world" made Jasmine purse her lips.
She truly didn't dare to imagine, in case another female of whatever race suddenly popped out later, what should she do?
The more she thought, the gloomier Jasmine's gaze became. Within it, the black water currents also became more and more.
Ever since the matter with her aunt, her impression towards humans had gradually fallen into a state of confusion...
But if it was like this, then she would also have to...
Jasmine secretly cast a glance at the back of Fisher's head, and then cautiously squeezed her own fists, withdrawing her line of sight as if nothing had happened, temporarily treating it as if nothing had occurred.
As that black Demon helplessly stood up, Fisher abruptly felt a chill down his spine without understanding why, as if being stared at by some dangerous thing. It made him still think Elizabeth was going to catch up, hence he hurriedly told the others to hasten their paces to keep up.
"Just right, since you gave us a bit less, we can only let you share a boat with someone else. You all shouldn't mind this point, right?"
"Share a boat?"
Fisher was somewhat doubtful, yet saw Laya fiercely reach out and tug something from the void. Right at this moment, the flame at the tip of her tail had also prospered to the utmost limit, moreover beginning to flow towards a bizarre purple.
Following her action, in the next moment, a semi-illusory massive purple scythe had already appeared in her hand. That scythe was extraordinarily massive; placing it behind this Demon's back made people feel somewhat of a sense of oppression.
"Yeah, this morning there was similarly a human wanting to leave Saint-Nazareth from us, but she's also a customer unable to pay. After all if we extract Fallen Self-Nature again she'll be thoroughly finished... Sigh, these days, even Demons have to be considerate of human guests. Can't be helped, we could only let her wait for the next order of guests to pool together. Didn't expect the next guest would still be a stingy fellow like you..."
Laya brandished that massive scythe. The scythe blade hooked backward, piercing into the torrential water current aside. Subsequently the entire river began rippling with streams of deep pale purple. Her scythe in the water seemed to have hooked something; she was seen gently twisting her body, and unexpectedly lightly hooked a wooden boat out from the bottom of the water.
That wooden boat was entirely wrapped by a crystal clear purple light. Just like her scythe, the entirety was half purple half illusory. And after that wooden boat floated onto the water surface, within Fisher's line of sight, he abruptly discovered squatting at the corner of that wooden boat was a blonde girl hugging her knees.
As that wooden boat was hooked ashore by the scythe, Fisher and Jasmine also saw at the first possible moment who the person sitting upon that wooden boat was.
"Isabel!?"
Jasmine's expression slightly changed, hurriedly running towards that wooden boat.
Only to be seen, the girl sitting down upon it dressed in a milky white long skirt, the lady boots on her feet also looking heavily expensive. After hearing the familiar sounds she somewhat dazedly raised her head, revealing those eyes full of tears that were even red and swollen from crying.
If she wasn't Jasmine's roommate at Saint-Nazareth University, Isabel, who else could she be?
"Jasmine? Teacher Fisher?"
Her face was full of tears, her expression bearing somewhat of the unbelievable. She looked at the non-human Whale-kin tail and ears on Jasmine's body before her eyes, and subsequently said blankly,
"Jasmine... is truly a Demi-human Race?"
"...Mhm."
But actually Isabel was merely somewhat surprised. She didn't care whether Jasmine was a Demi-human Race or not. Or rather, right now within her inner heart there squeezed something even more important than Jasmine's identity, pressuring her both eyes to continuously shed tears.
"Isabel... you, how could you be here? Today is the weekend, you should be within the Golden Palace..."
The moment Jasmine brought this up, Isabel somewhat painfully clutched her own head. As if some extremely painful scenes were constantly echoing there,
"No... Elder Sister she, Elder Sister she... Lensis went mad, killing Royal Father. Elder Brother Dexter returned, but... but he fundamentally didn't care about Royal Father or Lensis. It was him who tacitly consented to Lensis killing Royal Father... Elder Sister also returned at this time. I felt somewhat grief-stricken, and wanted to go find her to speak of these matters... but, but..."
She seemingly thought of some terrifying matter, rigidly clutching her own head, even her voice choked with sobs,
"Elder Sister is... is the true bad person! Elder Brother Dexter already realized Elder Sister Elizabeth did all this. He knelt and begged Elder Sister for mercy, but Elder Sister used that sword... urgh. Elder Brother's head just rolled before my face like this!"
The more she spoke the more she broke down. Fisher, listening from behind, also knew what happened, subsequently unconsciously sighing.
Isabel's situation, Fisher knew. Elizabeth extremely dotted on her, basically shielding Isabel in everything. This seemed to be because she herself grew up in the abnormal environment of the Godolin family since childhood, so she wanted her younger sister to grow up healthily, at least to be a child in a normal family.
Thus Isabel was like a flower sheltered within a greenhouse, not feeling the dangerous environment around her in the slightest, not a bit of it.
But when that gentle elder sister inadvertently tore open the bloody truth placing it before her face, she fell into a desperate breakdown like the world collapsing.
Royal power struggles were always thus. The brothers of Godolin IX roughly none obtained a peaceful end.
"Elder Sister and Elder Brother they, were all lying to me. Even the harmoniousness from before was all entirely lying to me. I wanted to leave Saint-Nazareth, going anywhere is fine, as long as it's not in Saint-Nazareth... I went to find Milika, begging her to help me. Only then did she tell me there is a method to leave Saint-Nazareth here..."
Fisher looked at that Isabel shrunk at the corner of the boat's hull momentarily speechless.
Indeed, with the degree Elizabeth dotted on Isabel, even if she remained in Saint-Nazareth she wouldn't do anything to her, and she could even live a normal life. But the feeling of everything in the past being rudely torn wouldn't be pleasant, especially for Isabel even more so.
Facing Isabel's currently fragile appearance, Fisher also didn't open his mouth anew to persuade her to return. He merely turned his head to look at the black Demon to the side,
"We board the boat and set off now?"
"Huh? You guys are actually one group. Wait, why does it feel like both sides of you came over to pluck the wool of our sisters? She also gave a bit less, you also gave a bit less, treating us as free labor isn't it?"
"Laya..."
Although Laya shouted fiercely verbally, she didn't possess substantive actions. At most she just expressed her dissatisfaction; Fisher also didn't intend to mind her.
They had to quickly board the boat and leave here. Only, even Fisher hadn't expected that originally he merely intended to leave Saint-Nazareth together with Jasmine just the two of them, but as a result now Old Jack, Isabel, and the three squirrel girls Karma and them were added.
Jasmine boarded the boat first, sitting beside Isabel to comfort her. But speaking comforting words ultimately awakened her own sadness. She suddenly remembered her aunt had left her, yet she still had to pretend to be optimistic to first break away from the current perilous situation.
Isabel was crying. Because of crying, Jasmine's eye sockets also turned red, making her wipe her eyes while lowering her head looking at that humid cabin.
This wooden boat seemed to have been used for a very long time. Although the pale purple light wrapped on the outside sheltered the hull, the side of the hull inevitably grew quite a few barnacles, as if draping a shallow layer of armor for it.
Laya and Fisher boarded the boat together. Niya walked expressionlessly to the side of the boat, looking at the guests on the boat and saying,
"Laya will take you to leave the sea area near Naris, but she cannot leave the door leaf for too long, so she will leave the hull a step ahead. After you go ashore or are rescued, just push this wooden boat back into the ocean, I will retrieve it."
Fisher looked at the two Demons before his eyes. Thinking for a bit, he anew extended his arm towards them, saying,
"You can extract Fallen Self-Nature one more time, as compensation for the transaction."
Seeing as they extracted nothing yet still had to take their group to flee, Fisher wasn't a bloodsucker, at any rate he still considered for them for once.
But Niya looked at the human before her eyes and shook her head,
"Nevermind. According to Demons' rules, when Great Demons leave a mark upon a certain person it also represents you belong to her. Extracting Fallen Self-Nature according to a transaction is to a certain extent already offending her... If it wasn't Lord Eliog, but other petty Demon Gods, I fear they would have already manifested anger."
Hearing these words Fisher's face was weird. He also wasn't clear when he was laid a mark by Eliog. But since she already said it thus, Fisher also no longer forced it.
"Right, this is an item Lord Eliog dropped when falling asleep upon the boat. If there's a chance please return this item to her."
Niya grabbed a small bag out from the void. Merely upon just taking it out Fisher heard the crisp metallic clinking of metal within that bag. She distantly tossed that bag to Fisher, speaking like so.
Inside seemed to be loaded with many coins. Fisher opened it and cast a glance; inside were entirely Naris gold coins. No wonder the first time meeting Eliog she had no money to pay the tavern bill.
"I understand."
"Then we will set off!"
After these words were spoken, the Laya standing at the bow of the boat dragged that massive purple scythe and pushed against the shore. That wooden boat subsequently landed gently in the torrential water current beside them.
The small wooden boat appeared extremely insignificant before this fiercely coursing underground invisible river. Right when everyone upon the boat felt a distinct sensation of being engulfed, Laya standing at the bow smiled slightly. The massive scythe in her hands paddled weirdly like a wooden oar. That scythe seemed to have paddled upon nothingness, yet immense force was produced within, dragging that wooden boat straightly plunging into the water currents.
Fisher's expression congealed, watching helplessly as the water flowing upwards from all sides was fended off by a pale purple illusory shielding cover. And this wooden boat sank deeper and deeper within the surrounding dim underground river, until following the underground river it entered the ocean.
The location of this underground river was extremely deep, but very quickly it floated upwards. Fisher looked downwards through the side of the hull, yet exactly saw the sun hanging high in the sky, as well as countless massive Naris warships.
The wooden boat grew closer and closer to the water surface, until completely pressing against beneath the water surface, just like being supported by the water surface.
At this moment, this ocean floor instead became above the water surface, while the location where the warships were became underwater. And the most crucial thing was, when wrapped by that purple resplendence, everyone floating above didn't discover this speeding wooden boat.
Sir Book floated in midair. Looking at the spectacular scenery beneath him, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration muttering,
"How is this done, the books don't record this kind of thing... Demons' magic? Or some other thing allowing us to submerge beneath the water?"
And Fisher, looking at the constantly sweeping past water currents surrounding them, indistinctly saw intermingled within the water currents peeled away by the purple light were countless glimmers like stars. He shook his head, a concept abruptly surging into his mind,
"No, we are currently in the Spirit World."
Laya rowing the boat at the front revealed a little surprised expression. Turning her head with a smile she looked at the Fisher sitting upon the hull, sighing,
"Wow, unexpectedly there is still someone who knows the ropes. No wonder Lord Duke could leave a mark on your body... However accurately speaking, we are currently not in the Spirit World, but in the Crevice between the Spirit World and the world, so you are simultaneously able to see the shadows of both worlds."
And Old Jack also embraced the three squirrel girls curiously looking towards the starlight in the water currents outside. But only casting a glance, he felt more and more the stars inside were unlike stars, but like living eyes!
This bizarre discovery scared Old Jack into hurriedly taking back his line of sight. Embracing the squirrel girls he sat back within the cabin, even reaching out to press down them who still wanted to extend their heads, telling them not to look around aimlessly.
As a result, upon reaching his hand out, he nevertheless touched quite a few thoroughly washed clean rats brought on each of the three girls from his own family!
Old Jack's face immediately fell black, cursing at them,
"Didn't I say you aren't allowed to bring rats out anymore?"
Once these words came out, Karma and the other two together with all the rats placed both hands before their bodies, striking a pleading, cute, pitiful posture,
"But Grandpa, if we don't bring them away, they will become depressed within the rat swarm."
"Depressed, what fart are you letting out?"
"It was Grandpa who told us, when an individual has a very large discrepancy with a group, they will feel miserable, just like us living in human society, and also like Diandian Number One and them living together with other stupid rats. After this nobody to talk to they will be very sad... Grandpa, can you always not speak with other people?"
"..."
Old Jack was choked by his granddaughter's words completely unable to speak. But they already boarded the boat, could he possibly still drive these rats off the boat?
He wore a stinking face no longer speaking, while Karma and them smiled like achieving a huge victory while embracing the rats.
However, Fisher at the front discovered a little clue. The reason why this Demon could enter the Crevice between the Spirit World and Reality was all because of that scythe pioneering the path ahead, it seemed that weapon sliced apart the boundary of the two worlds.
Fisher's sources of knowledge regarding the Spirit World laid in two places: one time was among the knowledge forcefully poured in when looking at the Soul Completion Handbook there was the word "Spirit World". The other time was when Schwari was assaulted, the space magic their group was locked in seemingly situated inside the Crevice between the Spirit World and the world.
"How much understanding do you Demons have regarding the Spirit World?"
Thinking up to this point, Fisher looked towards Laya inquiring. But Laya shook her head and said,
"How much understanding can middling familiars like us have towards this kind of matter? But having ferried for so many years, I at least know, the Spirit World and the ordinary world completely overlap, moreover it's exceptionally difficult to enter... At the same time, look over there."
Looking along Laya's finger, Fisher saw through the "water surface" underneath the Naris warships currently using blockade magic. Within his line of sight, the indistinct Spirit World stars where the Magic Crests lit up became abnormally bright, and the boundary between there and Reality thereby became abnormally blurry, moreover constantly vibrating in a bizarre method...
Wait, that is...
"World's Echo?"
"Mhm, so when you humans request how I should answer taking this kind of thing, isn't magic the thing you humans use?"
While Laya brandished her scythe carving open forwarding waterways, she pursed her lips nonchalantly saying,
"Anyhow, the Spirit World and the magic you humans use possess an extremely intimate relationship..."
Right when Fisher's wooden boat traveled further and further from Saint-Nazareth, simultaneously at the entrance of Serpent's Head Street, many projects constructed by the New Party produced cracks and distinct gaps within Anna's movement, making the original already not-so-large residences of those workers precarious.
According to the original urban planning of the New Party, this portion of blocks including the Serpent's Head block was denominated the "Fourth Block".
The main resident population of the Fourth Block were entirely workers laboring in the nearby factories or upon ports. This kind of place gangs ran amuck, medicine proliferated, many architectures moreover lacked repair for years, very difficult for authorities to manage.
Before the mid-term elections, precisely when Fisher had just returned to Saint-Nazareth, he still saw the promise to rebuild the Fourth Block the New Party made to the masses, utilizing this obtaining support from the residents here.
But looking at it now, the promise they made was just like the architecture they built, both made of paper paste.
Countless bricks, tiles, and dilapidated architecture stood shatteringly aside the roadside. Many residents paused aside the roadside blankly gazing upon their own shattered houses.
Watching helplessly as their own houses and properties were ruined by chaos, right at this moment countless residents' past anger arrived at a peak, even already beginning to curse that group of beasts in human clothing of the New Party within their inner hearts.
"Damned curly-haired baboons!"
"The gangs robbed all my money away! I can't even afford tomorrow's bread..."
"No, my house!"
Within this countless cursing sounds, a luxurious carriage nonetheless slowly stopped before Serpent's Head Street. With countless surrounding accompanying soldiers, very quickly displaying to the multitude who the owner of this carriage was.
Her Highness Princess Elizabeth.
"Her Highness the Princess!"
"Her Highness Elizabeth!"
Just as Elizabeth alighted from the carriage anxiously, countless surrounding residents noticed her figure. Just like discovering hope, they began shifting footsteps toward this side.
The Gedrin Royal Family consistently possessed an irreplaceable position in the hearts of Naris masses.
As the folk saying goes, distance produces beauty.
After the Gedrin Royal Family devolved power to the Parliament, when they suffered grievances at the place of the New Party or Gryphon Party, they would always think of the Golden Palace at the very first moment, therefore in past years there were frequently people heading to the front of the Golden Palace's door to pray, requesting the royal family's help to uphold justice.
Victimized masses after suffering so much intimidation, would subconsciously crowd towards her. This was originally fundamentally part of her plan to obtain the masses' trust, otherwise she wouldn't have let Fisher go destroy the Soul Calming Bell Artifact.
But what she entirely hadn't anticipated was, right now precisely this crucial part of her plan obstructed her forwarding path. She was checked by the crowd. As that crowd gathered more and more, the obstacle before her eyes leading to Serpent's Head Street also grew thicker and thicker, her distance from Fisher also grew further and further.
As the name "Elizabeth" was called aloud by the masses gathering over first, more and more injured workers who had become possessing nothing sadly crowded towards this side, expecting her to be able to uphold justice for themselves,
"Your Highness, please help us!"
"My home was burned by people from the gangs. The New Party people fundamentally care nought for our poor people's lives and deaths!"
"Exactly! That bunch of blood-sucking beasts!"
The surrounding masses gathered more and more as within the plan. Elizabeth nevertheless opened her mouth. Looking at the entrance of Serpent's Head Street not far away, and then looking at the indignant masses before her eyes. She took a deep breath, shouting aloud to the people circling over,
"Everyone, a little accident occurred in today's Saint-Nazareth, bringing quite a few troubles to you all... but please remember. Chaos will not persist on, brigands and villains will be brought to justice by the law, people who received losses will obtain what they lost. This is a guarantee from me to you all... The Golden Palace will forever stand together with you all, Elizabeth will forever stand together with you all."
"Fantastic!"
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
"Elizabeth!"
As her voice transmitted noisily upon the street, people's trust towards her, impression towards her also arrived at a peak within this instant. Not few workers and sailors took off the hats atop their heads, constantly shaking them upon the streets and within the corridors.
That emotion ostensibly transmitted like contagion, even if the people further away couldn't see her, but relying on word of mouth, anyone knew that esteemed Her Highness the Crown Princess came to visit them. Consequently they also began excitedly brandishing the hats and items in their hands like the people ahead.
The sun in the sky had already arrived at its highest point, sunshine genial as gold sprinkled downwards towards the ground, enveloping the gradually quieting down Saint-Nazareth within it.
A shred of golden light passing through the crevices of the surrounding shattered streets happened to hit before Elizabeth, as if wanting to illuminate the path before her eyes.
With merely stepping forward a pace, the entirety of Naris would all welcome this Empress like the sun at mid-day utilizing the posture of welcoming a victor.
But the Elizabeth at this moment nevertheless lowered her head staring at that shred of light blankly distracted for a long time. Right at this time, two soldiers separated running over from Serpent's Head Street and another direction. They very quickly walked to Elizabeth's side, whispering softly muttering to her,
"Her Highness the Princess, Serpent's Head Street inside has already been searched all over, there was no sighting of Fisher's figure found."
"Her Highness the Princess. Her Highness Isabel she... left the Golden Palace alone. We asked the surrounding people just now, they said... they said she headed towards Serpent's Head Street."
Elizabeth's hollow eyes suddenly turned. Fierce oppressive prestige oppressed those two soldiers shivering hiding within the shadows lowering their heads, apparently as if lacking the guts to gaze upon the person before their eyes.
At the place where they retreated towards, the shadowy place sheltered by the carriage, a bone-piercing chilliness directed at Elizabeth was currently constantly proliferating, causing her inner heart exceptionally enraged.
But before her body, within that patch of radiant sunshine, countless Saint-Nazareth people were currently raising hats shouting towards her,
"Esteemed Her Highness Elizabeth!"
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
She wanted to retreat back into the shadows, wanting to go pursue Fisher and her younger sister.
But having just turned her head, she nonetheless saw that bare-chested Dami'an and Helson embracing an infant standing at a street corner not far away, quietly watching her.
Lowering her head slightly anew, peering through Pandora within her eyes towards her own shadow, she seemingly saw again countless wronged souls and undying spirits buried beneath the ground dying because of her, carrying frantic smiles pushing her to walk into the sunshine before her.
Subsequent to that forwards step of hers, that noble and lonely sunshine abruptly constricted remaining upon her body, also merely remaining upon her body alone.
All the people before her excitedly shouted up, massive sound waves covering a corner of Saint-Nazareth. Everyone obtained the solace of hope upon that radiantly shining Crown Princess, shouting aloud.
Sound waves covered Elizabeth's loneliness, solely solitary leaving alone that constantly spreading growing and bone-piercingly cold power accompanying her.