"Just a small coincidence, huh? Your constant suspicion of others is really off-putting, isn’t it? Why do you trust Fisher so implicitly?"
"Rubbish, Paimon! What on earth do you want? You surely weren’t up to any good at the Phoenix banquet thousands of years ago either! But Fisher and Valentina are innocent. They shouldn’t die, and if you dare lay a finger on them, I will..."
Cradling his chin, Paimon watched the fierce Emhardt before him and said softly with a smile,
"Are you threatening ?"
Emhardt, looking at the harmless, smiling Paimon before him, felt an eerie chill surge through his heart, causing his rigid body to weaken and nearly collapse to the ground, but the Paimon before him had already lightly extended a finger and lifted the limp Emhardt into the air.
Watching Emhardt as he seed about to faint, Paimon waved his finger, sending him back into Fisher’s arms, and shook his head with a smile,
"I’m not that bad. I don’t need to pay attention to your Fisher; even though he seems special... I only t him after I ca to the Northern Realm."
"Really?"
Emhardt, half-believing, turned his head to look at Paimon, who sat atop a cal, as he asked.
Paimon nodded with a sincere smile,
"Mhm. However, if you tell him more about the records I keep, I might just co to collect so compensation. You know how much I despise interdiaries..."
"I’m here because of the seeds I planted earlier, which are now ripe; it’s ti for the harvest. Playing with you on the way wasn’t bad either, seeing as I am the only Demon God still walking this world while those who never listen to anyone only quarrel endlessly in the Dynasty, which is utterly boring."
That angelically beautiful Paimon gently patted the cal’s neck, pushed it over to Fisher, looked at Fisher lying on the ground, and suddenly reached her bare foot hidden under her white robe, startling Emhardt into flying up in front of her, fearing she might do sothing to Fisher.
"Wait, what are you doing?!"
But with a single gesture, Paimon sent him flying away, then added,
"He bears Elliog’s Seal—quite surprising for one who only enjoys loafing around in sleep to one day leave her unique mark on soone. This is interesting... and even more interesting, what would happen if I removed her mark and branded my own, then they et again? Aren’t you curious?"
Floating mid-air, Emhardt opened his mouth, looking at the grinning Paimon, unable to decide between curiosity and caution. But Paimon didn’t care; she simply extended her bare foot and gently stomped on Fisher’s chest, crushing the invisible seal bit by bit and then branding him with an invisible symbol,
"Besides demons, no one can detect the change in the seal, and he won’t be the exception... but you mustn’t tell him. It wouldn’t be fun anymore, and if it’s not fun, I might need to find sothing else entertaining."
Emhardt quickly shut his mouth, fully aware that what Paimon referred to as "entertainnt" could be a thousand tis more painful than having Elliog discover the tampered seal. Choosing the lesser of two evils, he had to keep Paimon’s secret.
Yet unbeknownst even to him, the spot where Paimon had just stepped barefoot was precisely where the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual lay within Fisher’s embrace, the manual having slightly shifted from her touch.
Sitting atop the cal, Paimon chuckled as she glanced over Fisher, Emhardt, and Erwin, then made her way directly to Valentina lying on the ground and the base nearby.
Valentina’s blood had completely flowed into the base, its crimson light indicating that the Spirit Realm Pollution was descending into the world through it.
"As for the Divine’s Form of the base, I shan’t stand on ceremony..."
Paimon waved her finger from atop the cal, and Valentina’s now-dry body was thrown into the twisted base. Following this, before the surging base, she extended her hand and, with a gentle effort from her pale fingers, effortlessly extracted sothing twisted and invisible from the base.
This seemingly mild, soundless action ended quickly, but afterwards, the crimson light in the twisted base vanished swiftly, and the twisted base began to enshroud Valentina’s body, freezing and shrinking...
To Emhardt, watching Paimon, smiling as she tucked sothing back into her bosom, was like watching a fisherman serenely fishing by the riverbank, her effortless catch spanning the long history of the Northern Realm.
"Ah, without the base, this place is going to get lively soon. I’ll take my leave first; take care, little Emhardt... We’ll et again."
With that, ignoring Emhardt’s wary eyes, Paimon gently patted the cal’s neck and slowly made her way toward the Wutong tree.
As the angel-like figure walked further away, disappearing rapidly from Emhardt’s sight, at the sa ti, the shadows in the Ice of Chaos also gradually receded, as if they had never appeared.
Apart from the complex-looking Emhardt, who had retracted back into Fisher’s embrace, the reality was utterly quiet. Yet at the sa ti, within the Gap, that massive silhouette of the base targeted by the Spirit Realm Pollution suddenly vanished from its original location, startling all three factions engaged in a tough tug-of-war and plunging them into a brief mont of eerie silence...
But it also ant the deadlock was broken, leading this chaos toward an unpredictable outco.
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