Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses - Chapter 215

“Humu, this shall do.” Pitka nodded in satisfaction after seeing the result of the ingenuity of MF’s hospitality.

After the long feast, that was still not actually done yet—MF built a rather towering abode with the same effort that she put on building her private mansion. Afternoon came and Foel with the greater wisps had assigned several servants to be on standby and served the two Primordials.

Of course, MF did this purely out of trying in winning the heart of two ticking bombs. She hoped that they would be less unstable and so far, those two sisters have been really cooperative with every time that MF had provided.

Pitka and Lues then were freed to their own free time on exploring the second mansion within Domeniul Ceresc. While exploring

After some time, MF invited them to come to her mansion near the waterfall. Together with Damascus and Tuli who were introduced to the Primordial sisters, Primis looked from afar and was more curious than she was supposed to be.

“An Underworlder, I’m fascinated to meet them.” Lues creepily floated towards Tuli who was on the verge of fainting after she was told that the two figures that she would face were Primordials. “I heard that their blood is delicious.”

Pitka tugged the dress of the wafting phantom and stuffed the grinning mouth of jagged shark teeth with a loaf of cheese filled bread.

“Don’t mind her,” said Pitka with a worried face. “She might be evil and overwhelming but she won’t do anything as long as she has those cuffs on her wrist.”

“T-then what if she doesn’t have a cuff on her…?”

“Ah, you would already be dead by then.”

Lues began to look more confident and cocky the more Tuli looked scared.

“We can trust Madam Pitka. She might be the strongest person I’ve ever met face to face. Of course, not in battle.” Damascus laughed, seeing her fellow hellspawn suffering was always a treat to her eyes. “Otherwise I would be courting death.”

Lues immediately vacuumed the bread into her stomach. “Damascus, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I am, Madam Lues.”

With glee, Lues raised both of her cuffed hands and gave the erinyes with the admiral cap a double thumbs up. “Your concealment dome back then is highly exquisite. There were not many mortals who could impress me with circuit configuration.”

“Ahahah, I’m flattered by your words.” Damascus could be seen flustering as she grabbed the back of her head in response.

Pitka threw a glance to Primis and both of them gazed at each other. After a while, both of them began approaching each other. Right now, MF had been rather anxious about the success rate of Primis on interacting with those higher versions of COPID7734 in disguise.

Opposed to MF surprise, Primis managed to make a new friend with two of the Primordials.

MF couldn’t think much of anything else as of now, thanks to the otherworldly presence of the Primordials. As the sun yawned in orange on the horizon, both of the Primordials showed their thanks in courtesy. Lues however, was merely floating beside Pitka while donning her sly grin like an eerie doll all the time.

“Thank you for introducing us to the entirety of your domain, Mrs. Ouroboros.” Pitka showed a blissful yet laid back expression, slowly closing her eyes due to comfort and satisfaction. “I know that you’ve been extremely wary and cautious of us, knowing that we can be a huge threat to everything that you wanted to protect within this place.

“I saw it with my own eyes. The forest dwellers preached and loved you. The same with Primis and your family.” Pitka placed her hand to his chest. “I appreciate the great hospitality. In exchange, I shall do my best to protect this place.”

Both MF and Foel wanted to leap and hugged each other after hearing those comforting words. Their mission on preserving the Primordial had bore its best possible fruit. As always, Foel donned her poker face although there was a slight smile of satisfaction arches on her cheeks and MF had finally replaced her courteous smile with a genuine joyful one.

“I’m more than happy to see that both of you enjoyed the tour and the people here.” MF then cradled the air on her divine gauntlet palm, creating two talismans filled with an essence of combined divinity. “Please receive these as an early souvenir in exchange for the protection that both of you have offered. Do remember still, that we have more food aplenty within the heavenly banquet.

“Both of you can instruct the servants.”

“You’ve done more than enough.” Pitka slightly tilted her head as she put on a sly gaze and smirk. “I found that the majority of the delicious treats I digest are made by you. Now I know why you’re good at being the head of this giant family.”

After more playful conversation, the Ouroboros commenced her departure into the sect. The Primordial sisters have been taking an interest in both Lautus Tunguska and Ouranos Citadel that they saw on their way to this hidden paradise.

MF weren’t sure about introducing the two Primordials to her rising civilization. At least, she had enough time to prepare as Lues and Pitka had said that they wanted to spend the whole night resting within the mansion.

MF and Foel then finally celebrate their success with a hug and a roundabout swinging with a blissfully crying smile.

Ki hadn’t met with the Primordials yet but she had already been notified of their presence. As of currently, she was in charge of assessing the report that were given by the disciples about their attempted interrogation.

Most of the extra steps on giving those lessons and scores were meant as a driving force and psychological boost knowing that they could achieve something incredible using tests and extra lessons. The disciples could then exchange their scores on paper with an artifact on the west building as they were treated as special credit points.

So far, everything went well and the disciples took their respectable rest to their respective home within Ouranos Citadel.

“Good work for today, Elder Ki.” Yayoga bowed.

“Uhmueehh, it seems like the you already got used to it even though this is your first day.”

Toma jumped from the darkness. Ki caught the living blob and cradled him with both arms. Ki then continued, “Feel free to check the content of our vast library and strengthen yourself. I heard that there will be a conflict there and there in the near future.”

“I appreciate the suggestion.”

As the night arrived, Foel and Damascus went back to their headquarters in Ouranos Citadel as they tried to implement more and more facilities and balance the economy. Thanks to both of them and the Citadel Caretaker, who formerly was a unique strong spirit of the forest that somehow interacted with the people within a civilization more than the land of her birth place—Ouranos Citadel might be able to reach its public status soon enough.

After all of that, MF decided to finally isolate herself within her divine domain. Cyanotype was already there, wafting through a mountain of documents that she had read and summarized, together with more clues from the interrogation sessions done by the disciples of Lautus Tunguska.

“It seems like you’ve become more and more interested in paper work.” MF lightly smirked, seeing Cyanotype ever been so hardworking on easing her work pile had never been so assuring for knowing that she had someone she could rely on.

MF began her reading session through all of those documents. With a cup of tea and a plateful of biscuits, she worked on her Sherlocking upon the mystery of the underground world beneath Tavaroth.

Aside from the picturising of the situation within Dorian Citadel, Ki had also found out that there were not only a Dark Guild, Evil Cult, and those from the Rogue Citadels that Faranor Citadel had fought today—there was one more third party that was solidifying their existence by controlling some of the personnel of all parties simultaneously under their thread.

The description that Ki implied was rather vague, but it was completed enough for MF to piece all of the puzzle together.

There was someone, or something from the Void behind all of this.

“… I hope that I’m wrong. Then again, I’m rarely wrong in this kind of deduction.”

Cyanotype leaned on the chair that MF sat on. “About the Void itself, Meshia, do you know anything about it?”

MF took a sip of her tea to calm herself down before going onto the other few documents that she hadn’t read yet. “The Void is not a mere subject to be scoffed at. It can be known as the corruption of reality, that the Angels had opened to be unleashed upon the ancient Neamh back on the Judgement Day.”

Her eyes woven through words and words, simultaneously while telling a story to her Occult Beast.. “Nobody actually knew what it was. Do you know the entity that Foel commanded all the time with the hidden crystal on her forehead?”