Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses - Chapter 212

“Dearest Foel, I shall introduce you to our new lovely guests.” MF gestured to the two foreigner siblings.

Foel gazed at the cute dress that Pitka was wearing. After enjoying the fluffy sight, she then shifted her focus immediately on the other gothic lolita with a long bang that covered her whole eyes.

She was also periodically emitting a crimson vapor aura as if she was a ghost. Well, she did float above the ground like a ghost.

It was the first time for Foel to perceive such an adorable phantom outside of her past shenanigans as an excavator. There was nothing strange until she looked deliberately at her hands.

‘Why is she cuffed!?’

“Your honor can refer to me as Lues,” the crimson phantom initiated, slightly bowing while she maintained her eternal grin. “The one here beside me is Pitka, my sister—”

The moment Lues glanced at her sister, she noticed that Pitka had been staring aggressively at the tanomobi for quite a while.

‘Ah, she is definitely nervous,’ thoughts both MF and Lues.

Foel had read her partner’s heart to notice the cue of what happened. Well, mostly because she had been always having her perception ready to snoop in at every kind of thoughts that her partner had. It already became an instinct at this point.

Still donning her usual poker face, Foel tried to read deep within the golden amber heart of the rather stiff new guest.

The moment she seeped her special consciousness strings, reading through the wavelength of the mind—Foel consciousness was immediately transported into an illusion formation that got activated from the interference of the subconscious infiltration.

It was technically not an infiltration but it seemed like the coding of the established circuit had made its activation criteria rather broader than what it was supposed to be.

What felt like a nanosecond, turned into a vast and elongated tunnel of vision where Foel glimpsed at the horrible nature of the person in front of her.

However, she had been proficient in dealing with circuit formation these last few days, thanks to the practical lesson and spell crafting exchanges with Damascus. Now she was actually intrigued in whatever had happened to her consciousness that got trapped within the abyss for peeking too far.

As of the current imagery that she saw, it was more or less a terrifying horror that attacked the psych directly by revealing the nasty truth of mortal sin.

It was supposed to break and destroy the minds of those who had placed their sight on it, but to Foel, it seemed like she had gained an insightful enlightenment instead.

Feeling brave, Foel decided to see how long she could survive and then she found out that she would truly die with her soul shattered into pieces if she kept going for even five second into the vision.

So she immediately decided to return. “Whoops, I’m out of here.”

After getting the free cheap enlightenment and a few inspiration on how to torture an individual, she immediately broke through the fortification and sent her own consciousness back to her body again. All of this happened within a single second and the owner of the heart, Pitka, was unconscious of this as the defensive mechanism worked automatically and it was handled by something self-sentient inside her Athenaeum.

She was back with her poker face still. If not for her trait and habit of rarely expressing her emotion, she would likely scream and roll on the ground just to shake off the mental suffering that she had encountered. On the outside, she looked normal.

‘Welp, the other one must’ve been using the same inner formation to protect its psyche. Yep, I shall not pry deep into these two figures for quite a while.’

If not for the wavelength condensation technique that MF suggested to the Primordial siblings, the result of the mind corruption that Foel got would likely be far more traumatizing than just a mere horror in imagery vision.

MF seemed to notice something, so she hurriedly approached her petrified wife and went to her behind before picking the mouse up by the armpits like a cat.

“And this laidback mouse is my wife.” MF put up her usual forced smile as she tried to convince both of them that Foel didn’t do anything funny to their psyche. “She tends to gaze into the distance like this, so don’t mind her much if she does something weird.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just amazed at how adorable they are,” said Foel in a monotone voice

Hearing that word, Pitka slightly softened her unintentional killing intent away from her eyes. She could be seen flustering and it was rather cute to see, except for the fact that she had the strength to doom everything into dust, dust into dust, and another layer of destruction to the material realm of Neamh.

Foel then looked up to the tall lady who picked her up like a small critter. The moment she did so, a thought was captured. It was also an intentional one given by MF as a signal.

‘Do not use a communication spell,’ MF said, using her thought as a message for Foel to read.

Of course, MF couldn’t read back what Foel thought at the moment, but it didn’t matter because she had already calculated the response and what she would think about the situation.

‘The cyan-haired one could tap into our communication. They are extremely, horrifyingly, and catastrophically dangerous,’ was what laid open within MF’s thought beneath her perpetual smile.

Another thought was laid within MF’s mind. ‘Do remember to control your intent and solely focus on reading my thoughts. That way, we could safely communicate in front of those powerhouses. Also, on whatever I would think for you to read next, never forget to stay calm and don’t lunge yourself into panic.’

Foel then blinked, sending a hint to MF for continuing what she wanted to say.

‘Those two are Primordials.’

The pupils of the green-haired tanomobi shrunk faster than lightning when hearing those words. Foel then glanced at those two cute lolitas and MF’s convincing smile back and forth before settling on facing MF for the last time while giving a frown.

‘Yes, I know, I’m genuinely still intimidated. If I’m a normal mortal, I would’ve pissed myself a lot like an unstable unclogged drainage.’

MF then gave in some more thoughts for Foel to read. ‘For now, those two seemed to be interested in this place and there was a chance that they wouldn’t do much destruction.

‘If you wanted to know how I met them. Well, they basically ripped the time and space open from the sky to the ground. It seemed like they were on some kind of mission and something prevented them from proceeding further than a couple of years.’

Another rather sour hint of smile could be seen on MF’s face as she continued her thought. ‘We also have the chance to convert them to our side, to ensure our safety for a couple of years before more projects come. But of course, there is also a chance that they would get irritated by something and massacre everyone within this place.

‘Do tell every Elders within Domeniul Ceresc using an alternative method other than spells and everything that emits an electromagnetic wavelength. I shall make myself the frontline for now and guide our adorable walking nuke around the festival for them to feast.’

Foel closed her eyes for two seconds before opening them again. MF didn’t know what she meant by that but she assumed that Foel understood what she was saying.

‘Ah, we are going to die,’ Foel casually thought before facing the two sisters. “Oh right, we actually have a festival ongoing as of the moment, will both of you join us in the fun? Meshia could guide you to the heavenly banquet prepared by us and the forest dwellers.”

A delighted face permeated the formerly flustered face of a timeless yet sensitive massive bomb. “Please do!”

“Kukuku, I hope that the banquet could sate my greedy stomach that wanted to consume everything I perceive,” Lues

A moment after they were introduced to the heavenly banquet, both of them were digging into the mountain of displayed food as they tried to stuff as much processed and delicious organic matter into their mouth.

“Twis, chwiken, sallas, soowp, cwake, good.” Pitka munched and munched as she vacuumed the entire row of food into her mouth.

“This is heavenly!” Lues slurped an entire pot of soup like a drainage to her throat. “Puah! More! I want more!”

The forest dwellers gathered and watched the two foreigners from a distance. Although their goddess was there beside them, having her runic halo emitting a constant light like an elaborate biblical disco lighting, it seemed like they were more intrigued by the two fellas who were wholeheartedly feasting to their heart’s content.

Of course, their adorable appearance made those who spectate their actions had their heart fluttered. Most of the Alraunes who were partaking in the most total quantity of food made in the heavenly kitchen were crying in happiness as they saw the majority of their foods were mowed down by these two ultimate eaters.

Some of them were even moving the far away food on the other sections to this site, just to prolong the warm scene of these two hamsters stuffing more and more of the forest delicacy into their belly.

The heavenly banquet won’t suffer a shortage of food for many days because of the amount that the dwellers made. So most likely, these two Primordials were doing a good deed for being an insatiable eating machine.

“…. What a sight,” said MF, as she maintained her usual yet rather sour smile.