Through her loose, slightly wrinkled white robe, Fisher could only see her slender calves, while her deeper parts were covered by the shadow of the robe, making it even harder for Fisher’s already dazed eyes to capture what exactly lay within...
If one ignored her excessive actions, whether they were ant as punishnt or reward, and ignored the teasing and playful smirk on her face, at this mont, bathed in the warm morning light, Helair would surely be the angel that most aligns with the traditional image of a holy angel, right?
Unfortunately, there was no "if" to speak of, and Helair didn’t seem to care whether her behavior resembled that of a holy angel from legend.
Her white, tender toes poked at Fisher’s chin, and then she retracted her right leg, looking at the misty surroundings behind her, while speaking to Fisher:
"You look unexpectedly cute with that silly expression, Fisher, much better than your usual grumpy face. If you can make such an expression when awake next ti, I might just give you a reward."
"A reward?"
"Yes, for example, I’ll choose to beco a female angel, how about it?"
"..."
Fisher didn’t respond, because in the next second, all the "ladies" in front of him beca extrely ferocious at the sight of Helair. Their bodies and faces were covered with extrely terrifying purple patterns, turning them into sothing monstrous, and they pounced toward Helair with claws and fangs bared.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
But aside from that extrely dazzling morning light, Fisher could see nothing else.
In that brilliant yet gentle light, Fisher closed his eyes. When he opened them again after a second or two, the hallucination before him had disappeared entirely.
Rafael, Elizabeth, Moli, Valentina...
Apart from Helair who remained beside him, all the other ladies had turned into twisted dried branches, one of which had a trace of blood on it, seemingly the blade that "Elizabeth" used to stab him earlier.
The feeling of rapidly losing life energy within him vanished imdiately, and his originally muddled consciousness began to rise, quickly bringing him back to clarity,
"What... just happened?"
Beside him, Helair crossed her arms, watching as the "cute" Fisher reverted back to his original "grumpy face mode." She barely perceptibly pouted, then crouched in front of him with a smile, saying,
"You were just attacked by an unknown entity. To be cautious, the attacker was of mythical rank."
"Mythical rank?"
Fisher rubbed his aching head, seemingly in disbelief and puzzled,
"Does a mythical rank being really need to go to such great lengths to kill ?"
"Indeed, they don’t need to, but I and another entity are here."
Helair glanced at the towering palace atop the giant tree in the Phoenix Station, seemingly implying sothing.
Fisher took a deep breath, touching the Renie Seal on his chest.
He guessed correctly. Although the rules of death had changed, they couldn’t harm him due to the Renie Seal; at most, they just made him unluckier. To truly kill him, soone else had to act...
What truly puzzled Fisher was, who exactly wanted to kill him?
He looked at the smiling Helair before him, feeling for the first ti the terrifying aspect of this seemingly playful angel.
The mythical species had been so cautious against him, clearly wary of Helair and the other unnad entity she ntioned. If Fisher wasn’t mistaken, that entity was related to the Phoenix Species. Yet, despite their caution, they were still discovered by Helair...
Fisher suddenly realized sothing, suspiciously asking Helair,
"Did you know I was going to be attacked? Who is the attacker? An angel from the Holy Land?"
"Hmm, I told you, you’re cuter with your previous deanor... Ah, right, the reward I ntioned earlier is real~"
"Reward, ahem... What reward?"
Fisher’s mory of being trapped a while ago was hazy, but it didn’t stop him from recognizing the seductive nature of her words. At this mont, she seed less like a pure angel and more like a demon skilled at leading people astray.
Upon hearing Fisher’s question, Helair smiled softly, nodding at her chin. Then, grabbing the end of her garnt that seed to be both a robe and a skirt, she slightly lifted it, revealing her bare feet and calves once again to Fisher. Like the serpent tempting Adam and Eve with an apple in Eden Garden, it stirred Fisher’s unquenched reproductive desire even after the recent "Grim Reaper Nightmare"...
She simply said,
"Guess?"
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