After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 288 - 104: He often looks at your... legs, alas!
"Ahtal, you truly are favored by the witch," Fafnir remarked with a sigh of admiration, looking at the composed man across the table.
The man opposite was a follower of the Goddess of Life, yet he could receive the special favor of the Witch of Death, allowing him to act on the Witch’s behalf to manage the Church of Death.
Of course, he held no objections to the Witch of Death. On the contrary, he could understand her choice quite well. Given the Talent Ahtal had now shown, he could very likely become a Demon in the future. At that time, having Ahtal manage the Church of Death would allow the Witch to pin some of the blame on him for any atrocious acts the Church might commit. By doing so, Ahtal would be forced to stand firmly with the witch’s faction.
"...To be held in such high regard by the Witch of Death," Xi Mu picked up a cup from the table and revealed a wry smile, "that is something I did not expect."
A liar.
The White-haired Lolita cradled a juice-filled cup, rolling her eyes imperceptibly. This man was the true mastermind behind the scenes, orchestrating the cooperation between the goddess and the witch, planning the overlap of life and death, and taking the initiative to manage the Church of Death.
But she just thought about it in her mind.
"Hahaha... The thoughts of the Witch of Death are not ours to speculate," Fafnir laughed heartily, raising his cup to clink with Ahtal’s before downing his drink with gusto and setting down the cup afterward.
"As for the location of the Church of Death’s meeting, we’ve chosen it already."
He glanced at the White-haired Lolita.
"Is it alright to speak of it now?"
"She knows more than all of you combined," Xi Mu said with a smile, looking at the white-haired Lolita beside him who sipped her drink expressionlessly. "She’s smart... no, a clever dragon. Even knowing the truth, she wouldn’t reveal it."
"Really?" Fafnir showed a look of surprise, well aware of the little princess’s disposition. Faced with such a situation, she would surely choose to report the issue decisively, to mitigate the threat carried by the Church of Death as swiftly as possible.
"I won’t speak out," the White-haired Lolita said, her face still expressionless, "The price of revealing secrets is more severe than you imagine."
It was because she knew too many hidden secrets that prevented her from leaking them. Otherwise, not only would the world fall into great chaos, but the Dragon Kingdom might also be implicated.
"It seems knowing too much is not always a good thing," Fafnir nodded. He didn’t press the little princess for what secret information she exactly knew.
He poured himself another drink, swaying the glass gently.
"The meeting’s location is beneath the sea, in Atlantis," he announced.
"Understood," Xi Mu commanded, "The meeting begins in three days. Even if the main body can’t come, a clone must be sent."
"Understood," Fafnir nodded, then expressed his doubt, "But Ahtal, isn’t three days from now... a bit late?"
In the current situation of life and death overlapping, the anxious Goddess of Death in Hell would probably already be present in the mortal world, preparing to wage war against the Witch of Death.
Waiting three more days to act would seem too slow.
"The Goddess of Death won’t come out carelessly," Xi Mu explained. "Even if the Goddess of Death wanted to come out, All Gods would surely try to stop her."
He explained in a calm tone.
"Unless All Gods really have no way to resolve the crisis of life and death overlapping, the Goddess of Death will not descend," he said.
"As for the thoughts of All Gods, that’s not something a mere dragon like me can guess," laughed Fafnir. He did not insist on Ahtal convening the meeting earlier.
Xi Mu did not elaborate further.
The Goddess of Death, by nature, wanted to descend immediately to resolve the crisis of life and death overlapping. However, even if the Goddess of Death descended to the mortal realm, regardless of whether she could solve the crisis, it would result in the release of two of the most dangerous witches at once.
The Witch of Death, sealed between life and death, and the Creation Witch, sealed at the very bottom of Hell.
As well as those mighty beings who had yet to reincarnate.
So, even if the Goddess of Death wished to descend immediately, the gods in the high heavens would make her consider the bigger picture and not descend recklessly to this world.
It was at that moment. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
"Fafnir, why did you decide to join the Church of Death?" the White-haired Lolita asked, puzzling Fafnir for a moment.
Fafnir didn’t answer right away; he swirled his drink and his expression turned melancholic as he asked the little princess:
"Your Highness, are dragons... strong?"
A very boring question.
Any ordinary person asked would give one answer: dragons are... exceedingly strong. The strongest of races, with long lifespans, backed by the most powerful of nations, and blessed by the divine.
However.
"If you count those who have surpassed human limitations, that’s another story," the White-haired Lolita replied. Undoubtedly, dragons are strong, but facing those who have transcended human limitations presents a completely different situation.
And yet.
"I’ve dueled with Siegfried and suffered a crushing defeat," Fafnir said calmly after a sip of his drink. The White-haired Lolita nodded at his words, aware that Fafnir had a past encounter with the dragon-slaying Hero, Siegfried.
"Since then, I’ve known... dragons have their limits too," Fafnir explained with a smile to the White-haired Lolita. "For a true genius, the barriers of race are not insurmountable."
He shared his inner thoughts.
"I seek greater power, the power to defeat Siegfried."
