Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Celene blinked her eyes and suddenly remained silent.

Shaer burst into a sarcastic laugh: ”She just realized that Lansendel contacted himself earlier than she did.”

Hill turned blankly to look at Shaer, then glanced at the silent Celene... It seemed what Shaer said was true?

Why was Celene slower to react than Lansendel?

Sunlight and moonlight shouldn’t have any difference in this regard.

So, hasn’t she fully recovered?

Hill glanced at Shaer, who deliberately emphasized Celene’s weakness... This one is truly digging pits at every moment.

Hill reminded himself in his heart: The events that have just occurred should not be mentioned to anyone.

Even when talking about matters in the Pool of Life, Lansendel and Celene should be regarded as no different.

Some things, Lansendel and Shaer might do freely, but he had better not be too chatty.

Fortunately, the gigantic screen had reached its destination at this moment.

Asmodeus reappeared before the screen.

The Lord of Hell smiled and turned his head to look at Lansendel and Celene arriving together... The Silvermoon Maiden almost merged with him shortly after Lansendel found the camera.

”You two came so quickly.” Asmodeus couldn’t help but sigh, ”Why are the spectators quicker than the protagonist?”

”Probably because we just want to watch the show without considering too much?” Lansendel replied with a smile.

Celene glanced around, pointed to a giant stone that resembled a diamond cut and said, ”Lansendel, let’s go there!

That spot seems more suitable.”

With just a glance, Lansendel understood why Celene said it was suitable... The top of the rock is blocked by several giant stones, providing a good size for two people to sit and watch, and it allows just their upper faces to be seen.

Great view, better safety.

Even if Asmodeus and the Gods of Order blew their minds, it was very unlikely they would be drawn into it.

Then he couldn’t help but look left and right at that stone.

”What are you looking at?” Asmodeus asked curiously.

”Checking if Rose shares the same view as Celene.” Lansendel answered frankly, though he had his own doubts, ”Why do you act so phony, Asmodeus?”

”For deities from Toril, especially for you few, I tend to be a bit more polite.” Asmodeus displayed utmost courtesy, ”I wouldn’t like it if millions accused me of being rude.”

”The Undead Tribe can’t see what’s happening here.” Celene tilted her head towards Asmodeus, ”The light from Heavenly Mountain is too dazzling, affecting vision even if not souls.”

”Just can’t see right now, isn’t it?” Asmodeus laughed, ”I know very well the prowess of the God of Time and Space; who knows if he has the ability to record and broadcast the scenes here?

Besides... Celene, why say fibs that we all know are lies?

Are these matters really only visible to the Undead Tribe?

In North Sword Bay, those belonging to Agleya and friendly cities have open screenings for the Undead Tribe, don’t they?

Not to mention, in Shaer’s place, it seems they have screens exclusive to the Dark Night.”

”Mask’s news spread so rapidly, over such distances!” Celene completely ignored Asmodeus’s earlier topics and directly grasped what she cared most about.

”The Goddess of the Night truly hopes the entire universe knows she can now handle secret information without using the Weave, right?” Asmodeus replied indifferently, ”Just based on Mask, he wouldn’t have that skill.”

”If you know Shaer is communicating with the entire universe, why reveal it?” Lansendel tilted his bird head, suddenly spun around, and flew onto that giant stone.

Then restoring his human form, he looked towards Celene: ”The door is about to explode, what are you still doing there?”

Celene then suddenly realized and flew to his side: ”Huh? You guys are serious?

Shaer she...”

”Announcements related to the Goddess of Shadows, if spread widely for everyone to know, it’s because she wants people to know.” Lansendel spoke indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

”So, Lansendel. Does Shaer want people to know she’s receiving various news, or... that everyone knows she’s fallen in love and her partner’s family supports their love story?” Sitting down, Celene raised her head, asking a question that created awkwardness.

Even the long-waiting Lord of Hell looked at her with eyes reserved for a madman.

After all, everyone knew, on the other end of the screen, regardless of who is absent, Shaer would never be.

Discussing ethics and reproduction in front of a rabbit, that’s truly something only Celene would do.

Asmodeus suddenly understood why the Lady of the Night was so fiercely determined to eliminate Celene upon seeing her... Who wouldn’t go mad interacting with such a person over millions of years?

That being said, even the hypocrisy and thick-skin of the God of Order seemed... Forget it, it’s not doable.

In any case, it wasn’t him, Asmodeus, who had to endure Celene’s blabbering.

But due to those old fellows transforming into today’s Lord of Hell, it was indeed him.

A deep ocean of vengeance needs no reason, nor any flowery words to cover one’s inability to avenge.

Asmodeus, what he desires most is to see the annihilation of the entire council of Gods of Order.

Unfortunately, taking out one or two more is the limit of the Pool of Life’s tolerance.

This guy, even though he hates the Gods of Order deeply, is unwilling to engage in excessive slaughter and just wishes to set off on his own.

Tsk~ Without the energy provided by the Pool of Life, Asmodeus knows he lacks the ability to kill all these old fellows.

Yet, Asmodeus is completely unable to comprehend, having been controlled by those old guys for so many years, he still has to expend great efforts to convince the Pool of Life to lend him a hand... just this once.

It was only him making the move, while the Pool of Life barely said a word after charging him with energy.

Never even thought of taking advantage of sneak attacks or anything...

Asmodeus could hardly imagine, if he was entirely nurtured by the Pool of Life, what he might become... at best, he might end up like Tyr, right?

Tsk~ The thought of becoming something swindled into homelessness makes Asmodeus shiver.

He knows this is because he is the current Asmodeus, thus having such thoughts... yet, he could’ve turned out to be a good guy, even a nice guy, and so the Lord of Hell thinks, luckily he is who he is.

Lansendel was somewhat puzzled, wondering why Celene posed him such an awkward question.

Look at the Lord of Hell~ his face unchanged for millennia cracked two degrees.

He glanced at Celene beside him, still staring at him with watery big eyes, striving for a satisfying answer, and suddenly asked another question: ”Why do you use Luna’s visage?

Isn’t it typical for you to appear as the Silver Madonna when there might be a need for combat?”

”Hmm?” Celene tilted her head slightly, ”Why bring up such an awkward question~

Of course, I want to leave an impression in the inevitable images that I’m adorable, beautiful, and pure!

As for combat... since you are here anyway!

I can cheer you on with the most melodious songs.”

Even though he knew she meant she could provide buffs, Lansendel gained a deeper understanding of Celene’s shamelessness.

The relationship between them is merely watching the fun together in one place, right?

Not friendly enough to become comrades, is it?

But recalling past events, it seems understandable... Lansendel deeply felt grateful for his past decision to avoid interacting with any Goddess other than Tai Ji.

He used to have a good impression of Celene.

Without Celene, he wouldn’t be here.

Although he remained silent, during the time Shaer pursued Celene, he worked hard to erase those traces.

Even though they both knew that it was almost impossible for Celene to completely perish, once Shaer’s gaze shifted, they truly had an enemy for whom they’d find peace only in death.

Yet Lansendel did what he believed he had to do.

Luckily, he only acted but never sought credit.

”Ah~ finally inside, these old fellows aren’t literally on the verge of dying, why are they so slow?” Celene clenched her little fists, waving to cast a layer of moonlight on Lansendel.

Indeed, her moonlight range was broad, and under its illumination, the white stone plants of the Pool of Life shimmered with silvery-blue brilliance.

So expansive, that Asmodeus could walk in with slight movement.

Or perhaps, that elusive crystal spider could definitely find an appropriate spot to bask under the moonlight.

”You’re really good at diverting topics~ Lansendel.” Celene, sitting in Hill Hall, seriously looks at the Great Peacock who has already sat upright and says.

Shaer lazily asks, ”How do you want him to answer you?

Even if you don’t care about my feelings, there’s still William!”

Hill quietly and swiftly glances at Shaer, who constantly mentions her lover, then sympathetically glances at Lansendel... the thought of the Great Peacock considering William is absurd.

But can he deny it?

Hill can tell from his words that he certainly has an avatar on the Kalinsan side, playing around with the Young Master and others!

Therefore, the Great Peacock can only silently accept Shaer’s manipulation, merely looking at Hill with eyes full of various emotions.

Hill sees not only confusion and disarray but also senses, Shaer is indeed such a Shaer!

Of course, the most important is the puzzled feeling.

Lansendel wonders why Shaer is intentionally provoking Celene.

Could it be, after being in a relationship herself, she hopes her sister would also engage in one?