novelraw Chapter 654: Ugly
Chapter 654: Ugly
"Honeymoon?"
Fisher blinked, chewing over this vocabulary that sounded somewhat unfamiliar. While Elizabeth smilingly nodded, and said,
"That's right, although we haven't officially announced our marriage to the public, there's no harm in going out for a walk together in advance. I've already thought of the place, the royal private beach outside Saint-Nazareth. It just so happens my birthday is also approaching, going there in advance to relax a bit could also be considered a good choice."
Ah, there's also announcing the marriage to the public?
Bringing up this matter, Fisher suddenly recalled the words Raphaela said to him before leaving the Southern Continent. She said she wouldn't want to stay perfectly fine in the Southern Continent only to suddenly hear the news of Elizabeth getting married...
Fisher shuddered, feeling quite worried about his own safety in the upcoming period of time.
"I don't have any objections. Being able to go out for a walk is of course good, and you can also relax a bit. But after all, I was previously wanted by you, separating for five long years as soon as I left. Moreover... in short, isn't declaring my return like this a little too abrupt?"
After the "moreover" in Fisher's words, what he actually meant was the reason both Elizabeth and he were well aware of but hadn't elaborated on since he returned, which was: the matter of Fisher still having contact with other ladies.
Not only Jasmine from five years ago, even Valentina whom he just met before returning was obvious enough. But on this day after returning, Elizabeth seemingly didn't have any intention of interrogating him, which somewhat exceeded Fisher's expectations.
According to his original estimation, even if Elizabeth wouldn't do anything excessive to him, she would probably lock him up symbolically. Looking at it now, this kind of "locking up" wasn't strict at all.He could even sneak out yesterday, and the punishment for coming back was merely fiercely handing over a wave of "public grain". Now Elizabeth surprisingly still wanted to take him to the seaside for a honeymoon...
This made Fisher unable to grasp Elizabeth's true thoughts for a while, hence making such a probing inquiry.
Who knew, upon hearing Fisher's doubt, Elizabeth merely smiled confidently. Supporting her cheek with one hand, she used the other hand to domineeringly pinch Fisher's chin making him meet her gaze.
"Abrupt? This is my private matter. As long as I speak, who dares to say a 'no' word? Compared to this, I actually want to know more about how this strange ability on your body came about? Is it related to your state when you disappeared four and a half years ago? You don't know, when I saw the news you sent back, I truly almost died. I was so worried you would just leave me like this..."
Speaking to the end, that hand pinching Fisher's chin transformed back into a caress like the spring breeze. Her hollow eyes lowered slightly, seemingly completely unwilling to experience the pain of that time ever again.
"I thought you hoped even more that I would just not be discovered by others for a lifetime like this, only able to be seen by you alone. Didn't you also say this previously?"
"This is of course very good, only I alone can discover you, see you. But thinking about it again, this also seems a little bad..."
Elizabeth meaningfully added a slightly heavier accent on the word "I alone", because she knew, in this world there was more than just her alone who could see Fisher. For example, that large birdman inside the church previously?
Fisher also read the deep meaning in her words. Driven by the desire for survival, he followed Elizabeth's words down and asked.
"What is bad about it?"
"Mm, because humans are ultimately still social animals. Although I also really want to lock you up forever to be together with me, this is ultimately an idealized thought. Detaching from social interaction will inevitably make you uncomfortable. Even if you yourself are willing to be locked up by me, such thoughts will still inevitably be produced, making it difficult to maintain for long... Another reason is, what should we do if we have children later?"
Elizabeth began to ponder in distress. This was still the rare occasion Fisher read this kind of feeling on her face, ever since they separated.
The last time Fisher saw this expression of hers, was still when she was distressed over not being able to come out to meet Fisher in private during summer vacation, bitterly thinking of countermeasures. In the end, there was no solution, only able to correspond through letters.
It was probably this kind of entanglement and pondering.
"If in the future our children are born, how to indicate their identity to the public? Could it be saying it's unknown who their father is? This way even with my teaching by words and deeds, when they come into contact with the outside world they will still feel confused and angry right? Moreover what if they also can't see you, what should be done? I don't hope they end up like me, clearly having a father yet unable to experience anything... I hope they grow up bathed in our love, becoming talents more excellent, healthy and sound than you and me."
Saying it like this, Fisher instead understood Elizabeth's thoughts, not expecting she would feel distressed over this kind of matter.
So, even though both of them had already passed that age at this moment, Fisher still suddenly felt the Elizabeth before him was extremely cute.
"Very soon, this state of mine won't last very long. It's just necessary right now that's all."
"Is that so, then that's good..."
Elizabeth began to smile. Fisher stretched out his hand wanting to caress her cheek, but halfway through approaching was gently grabbed by the wrist by her hand, seemingly worried his hand would get close to her eyes.
Sure enough, Elizabeth truly strongly resisted others getting close to her eyes, even towards Fisher it was like this.
But in an instant, seemingly worried Fisher would misunderstand, she gently opened her mouth, biting the finger he stretched out, using her small tongue to lick his fingertip.
"..."
Fisher swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the Elizabeth staring straightforwardly at him before his eyes. Instantly he felt the atmosphere all around become fiery hot again, even little Fisher also lived up to expectations wanting to see exactly who was making a disturbance.
"Be good, the time is still early now. Since it's already agreed upon, then let's put in more effort together, letting our baby arrive early?"
"..."
Too foul, actually using this kind of address to call him.
But, although not quite wanting to admit it, Fisher's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated a little. Obviously Elizabeth's sudden change of address had outstanding effects.
He opened his mouth, before having time to give a response, Elizabeth had already seen through it. She simply took Fisher's tacit consent, throwing Fisher down in one swoop...
Very quickly, they no longer knew what heaven and earth were.
Fisher oh Fisher, you cannot continue to degenerate like this, you must not forget, you came here to resolve the World-Ending Prophecy!
Unknowing how much time passed, Fisher also changed into a set of clean clothes, concealing the red marks on his body and neck, and enjoyed breakfast outside.
At this time Elizabeth had already contentedly changed her clothes and went to the front courtyard to handle government affairs. Because of the sudden "morning extra training", causing her to almost be late even though she woke up so early, she could only take breakfast to eat at the front courtyard.
But looking at her glowing with health joyful state, Fisher felt she probably didn't feel regret, or perhaps even if she was slightly late because of this, those ministers couldn't do anything to her?
Originally Fisher thought after meeting Elizabeth resolving the intensified conflicts was unavoidable. He was already prepared for one debate every five days, and a minor quarrel every three days, needing to persuade her amidst the claustrophobic process of internal and external troubles.
Yet he didn't expect that after coming to the Golden Palace, he completely adopted a "Empress's Consort" posture. No one governed him and no one restricted him, completely belonging to coming to this gentle land for a vacation.
Not only was Elizabeth frighteningly cute and gentle, serving him with good food and drink, even if he ran out of the Golden Palace there was no punishment. After a few days she surprisingly even finalized wanting to take him on a honeymoon?
In just merely one day, under the corrosion of Elizabeth's sugar-coated bullets, Fisher suddenly had a feeling of "Enjoying oneself here, not thinking of Valentina".
Of course, this was just a joke.
He was of course clear about the hidden dangers hiding beneath this. For example the prosthetic eyes she protected very well, to the point even he couldn't approach, and those chaotic enemies Renee mentioned previously. He couldn't stay. Since Elizabeth was unwilling to leave, the other ladies certainly also couldn't put down all the fetters beside them and leave with him. Thus there was only this path of resolving the World-Ending Prophecy that could be walked.
The problem now lay in, how should he research the properties of the Life Completion Manual's Treasure under Azanroth's blessing?
Could it be he truly had to eat Alicia?
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, throwing this terrifying thought out of his brain, still deciding to start from the incarnation of Azanroth on his body.
He wanted to try to communicate with Azanroth's incarnation, developing the corresponding ability of this blessing.
"Azanroth?"
He lowered his head, attempting to converse with the tentacle on his body. And exactly as expected, after he spoke this name, the golden yellow tentacle that had been invisible on his body revealed its form, slightly twisting its body but never leaving Fisher for a single moment.
It seems, it could hear him speaking.
Fisher looked at the slippery tentacle coiled on his body. For a moment he also couldn't distinguish which side was the head and which side was the tail, or rather for this incarnation itself there wasn't such a concept? Because Fisher also didn't find any identifiable organs on its body, resembling mouthparts or eyes or the like...
On its body there were only bubble suckers like golden whirlpools and a light pink body reflecting a strange texture. It was highly easy to make people overlook its existence.
Thinking for a bit, Fisher still probingly asked.
"Azanroth, can you slightly change the way of giving your blessing? I need to use extraordinary power to analyze the properties of other chaotic authorities. If I just hide I cannot do anything."
"..."
It didn't say a word, seemingly becoming motionless upon being called out by Fisher.
"Then do you know how to handle the matter of Life Chaos? He locked onto a child of this world as the Base of existence. Is there any method to acquire the so-called Treasure besides eating that child?"
"..."
Still no response whatsoever, which inevitably made Fisher feel a bit disappointed.
This guy clearly could hear Fisher speaking, otherwise it wouldn't reveal its form and run out the moment he called it. But no matter what he asked now, this tentacle acted like it couldn't understand words playing dead, truly useless...
Mm, wait a minute!
It was also at this moment, an inspiration suddenly flashed in Fisher's brain.
Right ah, what he spoke now was Naris language, so is there a possibility, this tentacle wasn't not responding to him, but completely didn't understand the words he spoke?
Realizing this point, Fisher drew in a breath of cold air. Looking at this tentacle of a deity's incarnation on his body, his inner heart couldn't help but be full of mixed feelings.
Do you say it isn't formidable? It can even isolate you from the influence of all other authorities, even able to independently choose to shield making Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes unable to exert their effect; Do you say it is formidable? Yet it can't even understand the language you use. So during this period of time it staying on his body actually it also knew nothing, just sleeping like this?
But the problem was, besides Naris language what language could it understand?
Fisher considered it, first trying a few relatively ancient languages of this world, similar to the Ancient Human Language that was very similar to Cardo Language. He also tried the language of Angels, but without exception, it didn't have any reaction.
Then there only remained one possibility, which was the language used by Demi-Human Girl Con.
But Fisher didn't know how to speak this kind of language, thus could only rely on the translation function of the Demi-Human Completion Handbook to write it out. Not knowing if this tentacle could read and understand...
Acting as he spoke, he pulled out one of the questions asked previously substituting it and copied it once. Brought over a piece of paper, crookedly writing those particularly hard to write square characters onto the paper, and probingly placed it in front of this tentacle.
He was somewhat uncertain if his conjecture was correct. If it could understand other languages, and just purely didn't want to pay attention to himself, then there was truly no method.
But fortunately, the God of Fortune stood on his side. After he picked up that slip of paper, that tentacle resembling a salted fish finally had a reaction, raising its end and pressing down "smack" onto that paper.
Following a burst of rhythmic wriggling, the ink on top completely disappeared unseen. About one or two seconds later, it seemingly read and understood suddenly making a sound.
"……&%%￥……#￥%!"
Was this speaking Demi-Human Girl Con's other world language?
But Fisher completely couldn't understand a single word, could only raise the paper again, signaling it to write the content on the paper.
Seeing this, Azanroth's tentacle then fastened "smack" onto that piece of paper anew, condensing anew a line of very neat square text on it. Fisher couldn't read and understand, so he newly copied it once by hand returning to the Demi-Human Completion Handbook letting it help translate.
"The Kanji you wrote is truly so ugly, even harder to recognize than your mom's."
"..."
Fisher blinked his eyes, somewhat dumbfoundedly looking at these translated Naris words on the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, then turned his head looking at the little tentacle bored to death draping upon his body raising its end looking at him. As if at this moment he saw a sense of an elder's lecturing from its appearance completely without facial features.