novelraw Chapter 711: Waiting For
Chapter 711: Waiting For
"...It's me."
"Phew..."
When this simple sentence from Fisher came out, a sigh of relief from the other end of the phone that couldn't be more obvious to Fisher transmitted over. He couldn't help but laugh, asking,
"Ramastia went to the Crevice earlier, didn't you already know I entered the Spirit World safely?"
"Hearing it from someone else's mouth is never as reassuring as hearing words spoken from your own mouth, okay..."
"Me too."
"...Idiot, Fisher."
Hearing Raphaela's voice carrying a hint of acting spoiled without the slightest bit of scolding from the other end of the phone, before the corners of Fisher's mouth could curve up further, and before he had time to savor the cuteness from the other end of the phone, continuous faint sounds of breaking the air beside him had already interrupted his thoughts.
"Swish swish... Swish swish swish..."
Turning his head to look, it turned out that at some unknown time Renee had already sat on the table beside Fisher. Because of the table's height, she could sway her slender legs back and forth above it. It was just that because Fisher placed David's walkie-talkie by his ear whispering softly, it seemed to have provoked the Witch lady's displeasure.Only to see the swinging speed of her legs, which were originally slow and leisurely like the spring breeze gently pushing a swing, becoming faster and faster bit by bit. Gradually, the friction of the robes and even the sound of breaking the air interrupted Fisher beside her, making him turn his head to look at Renee.
Renee crossed her arms. Without speaking, she pointed at the phone by Fisher's ear and then pointed at the table beside her, seemingly saying,
"Put it here, we'll listen together. I want to see what you guys are chatting about?"
It wasn't that they would chat about any taboo topics. Probably Renee had heard it in the past as well, otherwise Renee wouldn't have said those things with Lady Bojiang.
But the key point was, the number of people was a bit too many...
"Hurry up!"
Renee pouted. Seeing Fisher remain motionless, she floated up and rubbed her fingers like a warm-up exercise. Seeing as she was about to take advantage of Fisher making a phone call to interfere with him.
Fortunately, Fisher had quick eyes and fast hands. Although Renee's main body was a True God, the moving speed of her avatar was no different from back then. As soon as Fisher reached out, he pressed down her head, making her struggle to advance in mid-air yet be completely helpless.
"Are you guys still in Naris right now?"
"It's just evening now. Even if we have to retreat, it wouldn't be this fast. We are still cleaning up the battlefield right now. That lady from the Sardin Woman's Country and Miss Phoenix from Wutong Tree are both sending the Chaos-kin away at the Crevice. As for that Princess Isabelle following the Captain of the Sardin Woman's Country, right now she is still busy in front of the Naris people..."
Just evening? And listening to Raphaela's phrasing, it should still be the same day in reality...
No way, he had already been in the Spirit World for so long. When the battle below ended at that time, it was probably almost afternoon. Even if there were no clocks in the Spirit World, Fisher still had a basic concept of time. No matter how he calculated, it was impossible that only this little bit of time had passed.
Could it be that the time in the Spirit World and reality are different?
Fisher cast a glance at Renee beside him who was supervising him, but she merely returned Fisher a look, and closely followed tightly stared at the phone in his hand again.
"What's it like over in the Spirit World? Earlier, the Cardinal belonging to that Captain of the Sardin Woman's Country lost control and swept that book away with the gentleman. That Elf Tao said it was swept into the Spirit World, if you are over there..."
Hearing Raphaela not even calling his name, Emhart wriggled twice in Fisher's embrace, but it was only twice, because right now the God of Murder Renee was still standing guard outside.
"Then, when will you be able to return?"
Listening to the voice of Raphaela from the other end of the phone, the thousands of thoughts in Fisher's mind seemed to have been smoothed out and set down by that gentle voice. He no longer considered other things, only focusing on the phone call before his eyes,
"This side is just exactly what we saw earlier through the Crevice... Pitch-black, entirely scarlet mist everywhere, very dangerous. As for returning, I'm afraid I can only wait until everything is over."
Right now outside the Spirit World there was still the remaining World-Ending Prophecy unresolved. And inside reality, affected by Heon's death, the Authority of Death had once again lost its mind and started hunting him. To resolve this problem, he would probably have to wait until his Rank became a bit higher and he could handle Hela's Authority before he could return and reunite with Raphaela and the others.
"Moreover, don't I still have to go to the Sea of Souls to find pure souls for the children..."
As said before, a lover's voice is always like a pair of fair, clean plain hands stroking one's head, always able to make one inadvertently forget troubles. But at this moment, Fisher, who subconsciously opened his mouth, felt a sense of danger.
Holding the walkie-talkie, just as he subconsciously wanted to look towards Renee's direction, he saw her suddenly reach out and grab Fisher's wrist, and closely followed, like a vicious tiger grabbing Fisher's clothes, she started shaking him.
"Thump! Thump!"
In the past when Renee was angry she always liked to do this. Moreover, due to the massive difference in constitution between Witches and humans back then, the clothes passing through this hand of hers would probably "die a heroic death." In Schwari many were ruined. Therefore, later when he went to the Southern Continent to look for Raphaela, he simply even put the changing room in the carriage.
Worth mentioning is, back then the carriage only having a few sets of orthodox attire left was entirely thanks to Renee. Even with this she still had to set a trap in the cloakroom, placing a magic sweater inside.
Reuniting after a long separation at this moment, Fisher once again experienced this feeling. Worth rejoicing is, finally the clothes being torn this time weren't bought with his own money.
And even so, Renee merely tugged at Fisher's clothes silently, without making a sound to reveal her existence.
"Yeah... Speaking of which, in the past when I was fighting a war against the colonists of the West Continent in the Southern Continent, I also captured human telephones. Back then I even fantasized about using that phone to call Naris to contact you. As a result, later I found out that phone basically had no active line at all..."
"Thump! Thump!"
"Raphaela... I told you, I asked you to ask about the Phoenix's matter!! Stop chatting, really... And right in front of me! Wuhuhu!"
Then, what Fisher didn't expect was that urgent whispers actually also transmitted from Raphaela's place on the other end of the walkie-talkie. Right, the walkie-talkie earlier was still answered by Jasmine, it was just that Raphaela got ahead of her.
"You- you wait a moment, Jasmine!"
"It's my turn! Raphaela, you've been talking for so long, plus I was the one who answered this phone first..."
"Weren't you startled by the sound this phone made and dropped it on the table?"
"Eh?"
The similarly chaotic minor dispute over there actually gave Fisher conditions to live a bit longer. The reason lied in that although Fisher handled the battlefield above the Crevice during this Battle of Saint-Nazareth, the remaining Raphaela and Jasmine from the Southern Continent, and Valentina and Alajina from the Northern Border, bumped right into each other.
"Jasmine..."
Fisher originally also wanted to open his mouth and say something to her. But when the words reached his mouth, he suddenly remembered the matter Ramastia and Gou Wen spoke of.
He hesitated for a moment, especially as he quickly realized Xuan Can and Gou Wen still hadn't informed her of the truth. Even if Ramastia wanted her to enter the Spirit World, she might not even know the reason...
But on second thought, Jasmine was precisely Asuka's soul that hadn't been washed clean. In other words, Jasmine's consciousness itself was Asuka's consciousness. Only this time she was no longer burdened by that bitterly miserable family and the pursuit of maternal love. She threw away and forgot all of those agonies,
Along with the pain of him making her wait for so long...
This might perhaps be a good thing.
"Miss Raphaela, Miss Jasmine, the matters over there are basically fin... Hey, why are you holding my walkie-talkie?"
Right when Fisher had brewed for a long while and was about to open his mouth, an even colder and more mature female voice transmitted from the other side of the walkie-talkie. That voice, indifferent as snow, very quickly brewed out the image of a refined Noble Childe wearing the traditional noble attire of the Sardin Woman's Country.
"It's Teacher Fisher! He contacted us from the Spirit World!"
"Fisher?"
"Tap tap tap..."
"Fisher, are you at the shelter in the Spirit World right now? David wants to set out to his parents' place alone. That unknown existence just abducted Sir Book Artifact. I'm worried..."
"Mhm, rest assured, Alajina. Regarding the source of the chaos of that Cardinal Completion Manual, He has already met with us. David has also temporarily told us the situation here."
Fisher cast a glance at the display screen David deployed in front of him. Above it, countless originally blank database folders had all returned following Hamon Hamon connecting to the network at this moment. Holding the walkie-talkie, Fisher looked at the massive screen before him. Many terms flashing across it attracted his attention.
"Observation records of the tracks of unknown Transferred Persons?"
"Nature of the Sea of Souls... Research on the nature of the Barrier..."
"Records of the civilization of the Transferred Person... Also, the birth and application of Angel Artificial Intelligence..."
Fisher found it somewhat difficult to imagine. During this long period of his departure, what exactly did Mikhail, kept by Michael's side, create for the Angels.
He read while looking at the screen above, speaking softly to Alajina,
"Be at ease, I will handle the matters over here well."
"..."
Alajina over there didn't speak. Instead, after a moment of silence she suddenly said,
"You said the same thing previously, but every time you place yourself in danger, I really..."
"Mhm, who are you talking to?"
"The Chaos-kin have already left. Over at Naris we've also negotiated with Isabelle. With Isabelle here, perhaps it won't be too..."
Listening to the voices, the one who spoke first was Duke Tao, and the one who spoke later was Valentina. Perhaps the Lord of Fate was right behind them.
At this moment, the number of people speaking on the other side of the walkie-talkie was continuously increasing. Even at Fisher's Mythic Rank level, he could almost no longer hear clearly what they are saying. It wasn't that his hearing was poor or there was an element of exaggeration. The biggest problem lay in that the quality of this walkie-talkie used was too poor.
It seemed that communication across the Crevice connecting the Spirit World and reality faced excessive technological limitations. Regardless, Mikhail and Michael didn't overcome the difficulties within, resulting in the speaking voices being very noisy and messy. Usually one would have to focus all attention to listen, let alone now.
Duke Tao remained that petite appearance. Honestly speaking, from the end of the previous war until now, she still held a feeling like a dream or illusion towards her own survival. Especially when she safely walked down and saw Valentina flying over to hug herself, only at that time did she feel she seemingly had grasped the future by a tiny bit...
Of course, it was also just a tiny bit.
For example, right now. Only upon entering and looking at the walkie-talkie tightly clenched in Alajina's hand did she rub her chin and say,
"The current Spirit World is extremely dangerous. I've heard about the matter regarding the source of the Cardinal chaos earlier. It's just that when I was still alive that pollution only had a tiny bit of a sign. It seemed to only manifest terror after I died. If even Michael died by that fellow's hands, then the risk really has to be weighed... Before I died, there were rumors saying Michael, the chief Archangel of the Angels, had the posture of a Demigod. The probability of him entering Demigod is not high, at least from how I saw it; but having this rumor is sufficient to explain that Michael might possess a method to contend against Demigods..."
The various ladies at this moment all looked with faces full of seriousness at the elf who was extremely petite, about the size of a child still in kindergarten. However, this afternoon this little fellow was an ancient existence who even knew the God of Destruction.
In the afternoon when Xuan Can met Duke Tao she was still surprised, not expecting her to not have died yet.
The ladies all heard it at that time. Jasmine's mother Xuan Can personally admitted that during the Mythic War a thousand years ago she actually couldn't kill Duke Tao. If Gou Wen hadn't gone to the Demon Dynasty to find Agreas to forge the Death Rune, then Duke Tao, who at that time had already completely turned into a Demigod of Usurping Life Chaos and even descended into madness... I'm afraid that Mythic War would still be continuing until god knows what year...
However, past events were all over. Duke Tao was also long no longer that elf who was oppressed by responsibility and chaos towards madness back then.
Only to see her rubbing her tender, chubby little face with her small hand. After thinking for quite a while, she suddenly started laughing,
"However, for you all, Fisher being in the Spirit World right now actually also has a piece of good news."
Duke Tao raised a finger, while Raphaela lowered her head and cast a glance at her own lower abdomen. Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, Duke Tao said,
"The interior of the Spirit World is extremely dangerous. Your Fisher probably has no way to mess with flowers and grass over there, and can only honestly busy himself with his difficult problem of saving the world. This should be considered a piece of good news, right?"
The various ladies were still eagerly anticipating what incredible piece of good news it was. Thus the chaotic scene only temporarily quieted down. This sentence was similarly heard by Fisher, who was browsing David's database.
He suddenly blinked his eyes, raising his eyes to cast a glance at Renee smiling gloomily beside him. He felt her smile at this moment truly resembled the legendary cunning posture of a villain succeeding. It was truly too standard.
"Rest assured. In the Spirit World I will properly supervise Fisher, keeping him from~ messing with flowers and grass~"
Renee stealthily leaned over, speaking as if she was holding his ear in her mouth. It made Fisher's back go numb, instantly getting goosebumps.
He hurriedly took a step back. And Renee then laughed at the sky—the soundless kind—while clutching her lower abdomen and drifting to the other side of the monitoring room completely like riding a merry-go-round.
Fisher raised his eyebrows. While listening to the conversation over there, he searched the database for what materials might be useful. He didn't even forget to pull the collar of his clothes open a bit, revealing Emhart in his embrace who was already thirsting with unbearable desire for this secret knowledge but didn't dare show his head due to Renee.
One person and one book, they rapidly swept through this long-dusty database. And right at this moment, right while Fisher was listening to Duke Tao analyzing the Cardinal problem over there, the name of a folder in the database suddenly attracted his attention.
That was a file named "Observation Record of Traces of Outer God Activity—Ocean" named by the angels.
As mentioned earlier, in ancient times the Mythical Species would hunt down Transferred Persons, and the chaos within the bodies of Transferred Persons would frequently present characteristics of Outer Gods. But no matter what deity's power it was, it all slowly grew from within the body of the Transferred Person. Therefore, Fisher previously saw many files similar to "Observation Record of Transferred Person Activity Tracks—XX".
But this time, what appeared was actually the trace of the legendary Ocean?
The angels had discovered His traces?
Fisher's heart couldn't help accelerating. He impatiently clicked to open that file. However, the light of the Cardinal on the screen shone brightly for quite a while, yet what popped up was a notification format saying "Sorry, the file is corrupted". This inevitably left him somewhat disappointed...
Ocean, huh...
Fisher rubbed his brow. As time slowly passed, the voice of the conversation talking to Fisher over there also grew much quieter, saying they were already preparing to eat soon.
A large group of people traveling ten thousand miles to come to Naris to fight a war, and it's impossible for them to return immediately. Managing to keep them fed and warm sounds simple, but it's truly a troublesome matter. There are too many facets needing overall coordination. Thus, even though it was dinner time supposed to be for resting, every family was busy again. Instead, only Alajina was left sitting in the tent.
The call had already been going on long enough. Even Renee started squatting on the ground bored to death studying those dilapidated iron lumps that couldn't move. It was also time to hang up the phone. Earlier before they each went to get busy, they also greeted Fisher.
It was just that right now when Fisher wanted to hang up the phone, it was his turn to offer this greeting and bid farewell...
However, when the words reached his mouth, he suddenly changed his tone and said to Alajina,
"Alajina, can you help me with a matter?"
"Fisher, just say it. I'll help you with whatever you say..."
"Can you go look for Isabelle, and then give the walkie-talkie to her? I want to entrust a little matter to her... It's about Naris."
"Is that so... Okay, I'll go look for her right now. She should still be at the ruins of the Golden Palace, right."
Alajina got up and left. For a time it was silent, leaving only the sound of her hurrying on her journey and the noisy ambient sound of Saint-Nazareth in the night having just experienced a war.
Listening to the noise transmitting from over there, Fisher originally still wanted to raise his head to take another glance at the file before him, but how could he possibly read anything in anymore.
Was conversing with Isabelle truly the so-called aftermath affairs concerning Naris?
Yes, actually anyone with a discerning eye could tell that going to look for Isabelle and going to discuss matters concerning Naris were nothing but pretexts.
What he truly wanted to do was nothing more than have a phone call with Elizabeth.
It was just that at this time she was busy, and the journey was far. After a long while Alajina still hadn't arrived, and the pace in Fisher's heart also gradually accelerated.
(End of Chapter)