Chapter 53 - Small Chattering Before The Dive (1/2)

The cold glare became a meek deadpan. In her mind, Foel could see through both of their relationships as second nature. The Fiery Fire Of Molten Heart had evolved to the point where the tanomobi could see the affection level of someone.

Despite the skimpy clothing that Damascus wore, the tanomobi bore no ill intent as of now, although she had already prepared a slave formation she could immediately use in case of something escalating. For now, all that she cared about was her partner's state.

'I smell another woman,' Foel thought as she hid her grun, and that smell led to a person below the ground, unconscious as she was hit by a rock straight to the head. 'I didn't sense any strong feelings from Meshia towards that person, the same as the barbarian. That darkish-gray skinned person might just be an unlucky passerby.'

Foel could also feel the heavy admiration that Damascus had towards her husband. That alone was a strong reason why she shouldn't worry about the lady of the throne trying to snatch her partner.

Then again, Damascus might not even dare dream of gaining affection from the Ouroboros herself, being alive and standing side by side to reach the same goal was already a bliss for an Underworlder such as her.

Unlike the mortals of Neamh, the Underworlders deem respect as the greatest thing in their world. Power and wealth were subsidiaries, because the underworld ran by written and unwritten rules of contracts, weak and strong, foolish and wise, lawful and chaotic, it would be all justified if they are literate and knew how to create and fulfill a contract.

Of course, that was the knowledge that MF had after delving into the otherworldly topics back on her lonely journey of searching for answers.

”How is the Citadel?” MF asked. Her eyes were looming onto the ground as she perceived the massive skeleton beating up the biblical monstrosity in an aggressive manner.

She also realized that a chunk of her armor was nonexistent, leaving her topless, probably due to the supersonic crash. She checked the mana sockets for the plates and most of it was consumed by the new symbols pill that was formed in her soul. MF injected more mana; however, the armor didn't regrow to its original state like it was intended to.

Some of the formation's bits were scrapped by the impact. She needed Tuli for the maintenance when she met with her later. As of now, the hellspawn was unconscious in the background of rubble and debris. Probably buried alive but it wasn't like she was that weak, right?

The Ouroboros' lavish boobs were dangling but she couldn't care less. The blade attachment that replaced her feet up to the shin was still good as new, and could still be used to slice and dice the white flesh of the abomination.

”The authorities already have a good grasp of the rule, many Yelpers are also on standby as of the moment so everything is under control even without our presence...” Foel peeked down. ”Trying to take down an Angel without inviting me, huh. I'm hurt.”

The tanomobi sneered. MF could only look away.

”Lord Ouroboros, pardon my intrusion. With all due respect, may I know whose this fierce individual that is connected to the Calamity?”