Chapter 237
A sea of white flowers, pure white, stretching as far as the eye can see. There's no end in sight, and I stand alone within it.
Dedeline stood amidst a sea of flowers as a torrential downpour began to fall from the sky.
But she was burning, or rather, her body was about to burn out, leaving only ashes after the fire was done.
Even the slightest movement was excruciating, enough to make her faint, because she had been reduced to charred remains. The girl's body was completely burned.
Only the body, hair, and clothes are intact.
Perhaps it's because his hair's ignition point is too high after he became a demon king?
I don't know, I'm not sure, I just feel a lot of pain.
"You shouldn't have come here."
She heard voices and tried to turn herself around.
She looked behind her, and the person she had almost forgotten reappeared in front of her.
He was a somewhat timid boy, a little taller than me, wearing rather shabby clothes.
"Little Spider?" she asked softly, realizing something, and turned to say something to him.
But she couldn't; she was already burned beyond recognition, and even something as simple as turning her head felt like she was about to fall apart.
She felt protected; the little spider hugged her from behind and rubbed her head with its hands.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” he whispered in his ear.
Dedeline realized she was being held by a monster, watching as the little spider's hands began to harden, and behind him, long, thin spider legs pierced through her body.
But there was no pain, just a feeling of warmth.
That was the little spider's blood, pitch-black blood, flowing from his wound and merging into his charred body.
In silence, the two embraced amidst the white sea of flowers, and the black, charred parts of Deedri's body began to slowly crack open.
When Dedeline woke up, she saw the Benevolent One standing in front of her.
This is really exciting.
Her initial drowsy state was completely jolted awake when she saw her face. She sat up abruptly, and the two heads collided head-on.
"It hurts so much," she said instinctively, while the compassionate one also cried out instinctively.
It's strange, even though my bones are broken, I don't feel much pain. But when our heads hit each other, I definitely felt like I wanted to scream.
Although I don't know why, I still feel very upset.
"What's this?" Dedeline was completely dumbfounded, looking at her sitting next to her, not knowing how to react at all.
"Poor child, your body is in such a state." The benevolent one touched her face, looking with some regret at her horns and pink head that had grown since she became a demon king: "You look like you're just harming yourself."
"Why are you here?" Deedri asked.
What she really wanted to ask herself was why she had survived.
In her own memory, she had been completely destroyed.
With so many high-ranking clergy present, she was beaten to a pulp.
But now they've managed to survive.
Actually, there's not much to consider. The only possibility that someone could heal themselves without regard for their injuries is that a benevolent person saved them.
Completely baffled by the motive, she couldn't understand why the benevolent person would save her.
In essence, they are adversaries.
"As a benevolent person, do I need a reason to help you?" The benevolent person said with a smile, "You are a lovely girl, so of course I have to help you even more."
"Huh?" Dedeline thought this guy was talking complete nonsense.
She's already gone to such lengths to hunt down a child, yet she still says she wants to help because she's a girl.
“You look confused.” The Benevolent One looked at Deedri’s expression, reached out and stroked her head, soothing her hair.
“I’m actually confused too,” Deedri suddenly realized. “Where is this place? Is it hell?”
Oh, so I'm dead.
That makes everything make sense.
If you die and this is hell, isn't it perfectly normal to wake up and see evil spirits?
I reckon it won't be long before this guy suddenly changes his tune and takes me to be tortured.
“This isn’t hell, and getting out of here won’t be easy.” She stood up, looked at her, and after a moment of silence, said, “I cut off some of my own flesh. Relatively speaking, my own flesh tastes a little better than other people’s flesh.”
"I hope so," Dedeline said, then suddenly thought of what she had dreamt about.
She dreamed of a little spider, a scene that seemed deeply ingrained in her memory.
Have you ever seen a sea of flowers like this?
Maybe that's where the deceased are?
I don't know, I'm not sure, I just feel very sad.
Their injuries have healed very thoroughly, as if they had never clashed with the Guardians yesterday.
It all seems like nothing more than a dream.
“You look like you need more rest,” the benevolent one said. “Then I’ll take my leave. If you want to eat, get up. Someone is waiting for you.”
Dedeline didn't want to talk to this guy; she knew that his words were just a polite formality.
Who will wait for her?
Or rather, how could anyone possibly be waiting for her? Even if she did come, what good would it do?
She was nothing but a vengeful demon queen who should have died last night. Yet she is still alive.
It was just good luck, just others pitied her. That's why she was able to open her eyes.
Once Deedri stepped outside, she believed she was not in hell.
Because she saw the defenders of honor here again.
It's not surprising that there are benevolent people in hell, but the presence of honor-defending figures is like a joke. This invincible fellow is immortal.
This is the airship. The people inside used to be tidying up the tables.
Who dares to sit at the table? Benedictine and the Benevolent are sitting in front, and Deedri Lady is sitting on the other side.
At the square table, Yake was sitting to the side.
At least three super-demon king-level monsters, plus two saints.
If this were a coalition, such a force would be able to fight from the south of the world to the north, unstoppable throughout.
It's not worth risking your life for this meal.
"You're here too." Dedeline stared at Ark sitting there, dumbfounded.
“I’ve been following you all the way here,” Ark said. “I’m very sorry for showing up so late.”
Dedeline wanted to say something more, but then she saw Lady's murderous expression.
She realized that Lady was doing all this just to see Ark, and with Ark suddenly appearing here, she probably had the most questions.
She remained silent, then sat up straight.
Although she didn't understand why, she was the one here with the purest motive: revenge.
It doesn't matter who my companions are; I'm here to risk my life.
"In short, Nameless and Karl are currently staying in the church." The Benevolent One said while sipping his tea, "I don't know how they will be treated. Those two have done nothing to offend us, but they have offended our authority. I will suggest a conciliatory approach, but the decision is not up to me."
She was the only one speaking; no one else wanted to say a word.
Dedeline listened, and that was all she heard.
Actually, there was a lot of chat content before this, but she didn't care much about it.
She needed to at least know what was going on with that guy named Karl, since she'd been somewhat confused after transforming into a dragon. Things were developing in ways she hadn't anticipated, and in that situation, she couldn't make any sound judgments and could only act on instinct.
The result was a failure, but she survived.
On the table was roasted meat, all flesh from the arms of the Benevolent One.
The way this guy acts seems to have been assimilated by Ghost Duke, Benny had that kind of feeling.
Because in the past, the Benevolent One gave people the feeling of a cold, venomous snake, but now she gives people the feeling of a... well, a bit like that guy called Ghost Duke.
His way of interacting with people is impressive, so when a girl shows the same feeling, it feels contagious.
As for why these guys who always fight when they meet are now sitting together eating?
I don't know, perhaps it's because food shouldn't be wasted. The benevolent person has already offered their own flesh as a meal; wasting food would indeed be a disservice to their good intentions.
However, the meal was over in less than ten minutes, and only Yak and Benny remained.
Lady was the first to leave. After a year apart, she had a lot of questions she wanted to ask Ark. But clearly, now wasn't the time to ask them.
Deedris came for revenge, and with her enemy right in front of her, she felt she couldn't eat, no matter the reason.
So after eating a few bites, he left and went nowhere.
It doesn't matter where I go, I just want to leave this place.
They may have already run away from home if they consider this place their home.
“Did you come here because of the Demon God’s Seal?” Benedict looked at him and said, “I advise you to give up. I will never support them in handing over Lori.”
Yak didn't say anything, he just sat there and ate what he had simply.
The only one who seems to be in a good mood right now is the Benevolent One, who is watching the airship wander around aimlessly.
It seems like they've left space for the two of them to chat privately.
But we've talked enough already.
During this year, one of them slept for almost a year, while Ark completely gave up on his principles and turned into a monster.
"Is that so?" Ark said softly, "If I can't get the Demon God Seal, so be it. I'll think of another way later."
“Why don’t you go live in that safe zone for new students?” Benny asked hesitantly. “You have to do something meaningful.”
Isn't it meaningful to make yourself more useful?
“All your efforts will be in vain until you obtain the Demon God's Seal,” Benny said quietly. “But you can’t obtain the Demon God's Seal. Even the Immortals have changed their minds. This child is very dangerous, and we cannot give her freedom.”
She paused, looked at Ark, and said, "But whether she's free or not doesn't matter to you, right? All you want is the seal. You cold-blooded bastard, you've completely turned into a repulsive person since I last saw you."
“I have to define myself,” Ark said, resting his head on his hand. “Otherwise, wouldn’t I be nothing at all?”
“Um, I heard you’re a veteran merchant?” Twelve, who had been standing at the door, suddenly popped his head out. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask if you could teach us. As you can see, we are a merchant ship.”
Ark paused, looking at the guy he had seen before.
Twelve was just there by chance to check the situation and see if anything needed attention. None of the people on his ship could stand up to these guys. They didn't dare to do anything reckless and were all sitting obediently in the next room, which is why he was allowed to come and take a look.
......
Lady sat in the white metal, huddled together.
She became withdrawn.
This is the simplest explanation.
It's not because we lost; this was expected.
Since something that was expected happened, I naturally wouldn't feel so sad.
It was because she met Ark.
Before I met Ark, I felt like the sky had fallen. This guy had almost become part of my faith at some point.
But he disappeared for unknown reasons.
He saved me twice, but I was never actually able to help him.
She didn't mind being used as a weapon; she was nothing more than a puppet made to be a weapon. She never deserved to be loved.
But I still find it funny that I am such a flawed person, yet I am infatuated with a strange merchant.
Lady still can't forget what happened to this guy during that time; he carried her on his back, propelling her completely broken body through the raging territory.
I don't know how long I've walked, or how much longer I need to walk.
I really felt like I was going to die, since I was so badly damaged that I had no idea if there was any chance of recovery.
But he didn't give up on himself, even in the most difficult times.
But after regaining hope, he gave up on himself.
She was abandoned because there was no need to travel with useless things.
She looked around; it was a space made entirely of white metal.
All the metal here is white-bonded, and this kind of high-strength material can be easily controlled. She pressed her hand to her chest, where her power core is located.
There are two magic marks on them.
Even so, Ark might still consider himself useless, right?
Weapons are discarded either because they're broken and unusable, or because they're no longer needed. One cannot even achieve the simple goal of becoming someone else's weapon.
It's really useless, but it's still just scrap metal.
She thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile, initially laughing softly to herself, but perhaps realizing that no one else would come, the laughter grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the vast space for a long time.
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