Chapter 92 - Potato Night

'Huwaa, that is scary, so scary! Thank goodness I used Anvriel's first form—then again, testing the defensive capability of this divine body is the first version of the plan, but that demonic blast is so unheard of. It could disintegrate my real form into pieces!'

The baffled pseudo-angel wafted forward the lifeless Jaro's physical vessel. She then checked his soul state and saw something remarkable.

As if it didn't want to die, the soul latched onto the body so tight. The physical vessel had already died out, the 'void' within Jaro had also dispersed, but his soul still latched onto his body despite this.

At first, MF only wanted to convert Carla. Jaro appeared as the late hero wannabe so cringy it made MF shiver from the action alone. Although MF did respect him for being prideless to put in an effort towards his life goals.

Not to mention, MF needed to play along just to push Jaro to the limit both physically and mentally.

Even without cultivation, he could achieve so much, if only he was embedded with the right genetics, Jaro could soar as the true hero he wanted to be. Only if his naivety was thrown out of the window and replaced by a critical thinking of the bigger picture, he could be someone stronger, someone that could truly protect the weak.

"A demon, like a murky water, your race has been described so simple yet so vague of its nature."

Rain began to pour down, MF calculated the wind direction and it seemed like the dark cloud would rain upon her beloved Citadel.

"I guess not many had made a roof yet."

MF changed to her normal form and put on her usual black dress again, as she couldn't do any of her genetic capabilities with her unexplored divine vessel. She then grew an extra limb from her back and crafted a massive organic cannon.

She blasted the murky sky, as it became the former starry night again.

"That should do." MF smiled, proud of herself. "Now let's get back to our naive hero."

Jaro's soul still grasped so tight to its body. His cheeky grin was still there too.

MF injected her 'healing blood' to the demon's forehead. His physical body had become more lively although he was still unconscious.

Sadly, the healing blood didn't regrow his bulky muscles tissues to its former state.

After that, MF brought the man by her shoulder to the south forest from Ouranos Citadel.

Showered by the view of a luminescent sky with a strange aurora far away, the open glade of few rocks and nature make up the comfortable place for adventurers to stay for the night.

There, she saw Foel in front of a simple runic campfire, cooking exotic potatoes on sticks. She stared at the colorful fire with lack of emotion, was she sad? Angry? Melancholy? Happy?

Needless to say, she looked cute pondering upon the fire with the fancy clothes on. Despite the inconvenience of accessory use, she still wore the monocle.

"My my, playing the wife now?" MF giggled as she tossed Jaro's body to the side.

"Nuh, these are for me."

"Awww."

"Pfft, joking, this one's for you."

Foel gave the one with the most charred crust, whether it was intentional or not, MF did prefer the bitterly crunchy taste. The Ouroboros then sat beside the tame mouse, smelling the smoky treat that was given to her.

"You like the monocle?" MF asked playfully.

"I feel richer and smarter wearing it. Sometimes I wonder what it felt like being wealthy after eating bitter worms for many years."

MF held the stick by the finger, placing it in front of her face as she examined the food. "I thought being an excavator gave you more income than a researcher, especially for cautious people like you who can sniff away treasure from miles away."

"Just, not the thought that I would focus on saving up when I used most of my wealth for needless cultivation resources." Foel then chomped at her potato despite the searing heat. "Although I admit, making people slaves was already more than an income."

MF smiled reluctantly. "I'm not fond of someone pressing on my crotch with their tiny feet. I was legitimately filled with anger back then."

"You're so cute with blue hair in that form back then, I would either sell you for 50 mid rank crystals or keep it for myself."

"... That is so cheap! Atleast convince yourself to price me more than 500 high rank crystal!"

"Kekeke, I'm still planning to make you my slave in one way or another, you made me your life's partner with the vow, but I still won't let you stick your dick into others."

MF was halfway gnawing on the potato until she heard that crude sentence. "C-come on, am I not faithful enough?"

"You have the power to be unfaithful, I'm just a weak mouse in this sea of relationships."

MF then leaned her body to the so-called weak mouse. "Don't worry, I won't."

"Assuring enough." Foel glanced at the two unconscious people in the background. "What are we going to do with them?"

"Cast a slaving mark on that demon as well, we might send them to some of our disciples' candidates back in Ouranos Citadel."

"The man referred to himself as Jaro Lagoon, could he be?"

"Yes, he is affiliated with Jojo Lagoon, both of them are demons."

"I see."

As both of them make up the break to enjoy the night, the residents of Domeniul Ceresc began to integrate themselves too closely with the citizens of Ouranos Citadel.

Both sides were still confused with the existence of others but due to the situation given by the Citadel's Director, they ended up getting trustful of each other.

Although not all, many began to explore the crumbled side of the Citadel as they fondle their memories when everything was normal unlike now. The friend and acquaintance, the lively streets, the crowded marketplace and even the farm side northeast of the Citadel.

Melancholy and hope were haunting them with uncertainty, they could just only hope that the new Director was someone capable of changing their life for the best.

"Huh, what is this box?" said the feline that lives as Ragoni's neighbor.

"Probably something important, there is a message that said to not trade it for bread."

"Holy shit! It's really heavy!"