Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses - Chapter 225

Night had arrived outside of the underground facility, and both Damascus and Foel might have also sealed their deals with the new Librarian of the sect.

After all of the work, MF immediately set out to the outside, and eventually soared in the direction of Domeniul Ceresc. The Citadel Caretaker would do all of the job, and MF planned to reward her greatly for all of her achievement as a free official worker of the Citadel.

‘All of the disciples seem to have arrived at the sect for their daily training. It is good to see them all so enthusiastic to grind their time for the sake of making one stronger. This might be a weird premonition but I hope that none of them would realize that the almighty Black Folklore herself was working as the Librarian.

‘Pfft, as if they know, the incident was a hundred years ago after all.’

Meanwhile, within the library, a one-tailed kitsune had dropped the scroll she borrowed after arriving at the main floor of the library.

Guda’s jaw was hanging. Casually, Ollen approached her and picked up the scroll that she dropped.

“Little missy, you dropped the precious scroll that you’re carrying.”

“Black Folklore! What are you doing here!?”

Both Jaro, Carla, and Ragoni who were also on their way to enter the library to put back the reading material they borrowed were startled by the sudden shouting of their foxy friend.

“Someone you know?” said Ragoni who approached her.

‘Hmm? Is she someone I met before?’ Ollen hid her thoughts behind her smile of formality. ‘Wait, her appearance is slightly similar.’

After a full second of thinking, Ollen finally reached a conclusion after ransacking her own memory.

“Ah!” Ollen heightened her smile even more, satisfied that she had finally found out who she truly was. “Miss Yello Sanguine! Is it? Or is it Yellow Sanctuary, I forgot.”

“Wait, did you just mention Black Folklore!?” Carla was immediately worked up as soon as she realized what was possibly happening aside from Jaro and Ragoni who were probably not as informed as her in the world of Usurpers.

“Wait, did I?” Guda raised her gaze to the ceiling. After Ollen had also started to realize who she was, she escaped into the library. “I’ll be right back!”

“Wait!” Carla immediately ran after seeing her reaction. “What do you mean!?”

‘I didn’t expect to meet one of my long-time acquaintances here. Even after the time that had passed, she was still the same as ever.’

MF who was currently watching from afar in the sky behind all kinds of divine concealment, started to tilt her head in curiosity.

“That one-tailed kitsune and the former Angel Slayer seem to know each other.” A sly smirk appeared on her face. “Interesting~”

As much as she wanted to pry further into their backstory, MF didn’t have the needed curiosity to push herself forward and let her current idea be done in the latter time.

Both Foel and Damascus must be either within the mansion or the underground facility below Domeniul Ceresc. Without wasting much time, she darted her eyes around to search for her little Ourarian.

Why would she be this longing for Primis, one might ask. Was it because she wanted to see the progress of her precious creation? Was it because she felt the urge of motherly instinct to stand by her children? Was it because she was bored and just wanted to visit her cute sentient mini clone out of boredom.

It could be all of them but she was definitely grazing her gaze and using all kinds of her perception to search for Primis for a clear and ambitious reason.

It was to finally enact her plan.

Because of her newfound power from the Awakening, she had felt the urge to check upon her main driver of future mass projects that would be the main source of her everlasting divinity.

Because now that she already knew that Primis could cultivate normally, MF planned to unleash the second generation of Ourarians that would be Primis’ little sisters.

‘Hmm, she isn’t with Tuli, I wonder where she is.’

After all, travelling in the sky in the hope of finding Primis, only one more possible place where she hadn’t been traversed and checked yet.

The Primordial Mansion.

As she swallowed her saliva, MF steeled herself to pray and spray her consciousness to stimulate all kinds of possibilities in the hope of making sure everything was alright. Or else, she would be stiffening her whole limbs like a frozen cardboard before the winter even had their chance to come.

Just like an egg that fell from its nest after being blown by a wind, MF’s expectations of not finding Primis within the Primordial Mansion that she made out of a pure fear and anxiety had been utterly cracked and destroyed as it fell into the ground.

Although that might be her over exaggerating imagination came into play, the reality wasn’t that really bad.

“I wonder who created and weaved the silks in your dress, little Primis.” The droopy-eyed Pitka touched and caressed the fabric of Primis’ gothic lolita set with great interest, all after feeding her the food that was supposed to be their share of all-you-can-eat high class ration that MF personally cooked for them. “If you tell me the maker, I will give you more cheesy hotdogs.”

Both Pitka and Primis could be seen sitting side by side on a bench within the veranda facing to their own private garden.

“Hmmm? Do Big Sis Pitka like this kind of dress?” said Primis with her mouth still full of food.

“Uhm, not actually, just a little bit curious, that’s all.”

“Your Big Sis Pitka is just too embarrassed to admit it.” The crimson phantom, Lues, wafted into the bench where both Pitka and Primis were, out from the wall behind them. She then placed her cuffed hands on the edge while keeping her bottom part of her body floating. “Back then, she was forced to wear that kind of dress again and again.

“But now, it seems like she ended up liking it.” Lues grinned as she chuckled in amusement. “And if I’m reading it right, she is in the mood of expanding her collection.”

“Lues.” Pitka looked unamused. “Three cuffs for you.”

As the light-blue haired Primordial raised her index, another cuff on the upper wrist of Lues’ hands was conjured. Lues’ body felt two thousand times heavier and she immediately lost her ability to fly like a phantom does. In an instant, she fell to the ground with her chin and got hit onto the chair’s edge that she was holding onto.

“Bluergh~!”

MF who was hiding herself with approximately 80% of her divine power that she had just generated after the massive usage from ‘Realization’, felt confused and lost after seeing the Primordial Sisters to appear less menacing and dangerous like how her imagination told her to be.

‘The Serpent Ouroboros did say that the Primordials were mostly a bunch of bored ancient beings that prefer a peaceful tea party within their isolated private realm… Maybe I’m too overcautious in this regard.’

“So you want more clothing from my Mommy?”

“Oh, so the great Ouroboros herself weaved and created this for you.”

“Yes!” Primis puffed her chest as she put on a smug coated with crumbs. “My Mother can create everything! The whole land of Domeniul Ceresc existed because of her!”

“You must be proud of your own Mother then, so who is the father?” Pitka asked casually as she stroked the black dress’ ruffles of her talking companion.

“Hmm, maybe Mommy Foel can be the Father, she is the closest individual who struck the similarity of a weird Fatherly figure to me.”

“Quite a verbose you have. So how were you born then?”

“Mommy created me!”

As soon as the food was empty, Pitka took out another hotdog from her pocket space storage and put it in between Primis’ arms. Just like a device with an automation sensor, Primis immediately grabbed and munched on one of the ends like a hamster.

“Well, your Mother is also your Father, technically.”

“Huh, so I can call Mommy ‘Papa’ too in some way?”

“Which one do you prefer, then?”

“Hmm, I’m too used to referring to Mommy as Mommy. Back then, I was not allowed to call her that at first because there is a complication regarding Mommy Foel and my Mommy Ouroboros. I’m smart enough to read the situation though, but that is the past, and I’m allowed to call the Lord as Mommy again.”

“What a weird family you have.”

MF decided to spectate for a while, probably because she was both curious and anxious on what kind of conversation’s topic that both of them would make overtime.

She was afraid that Primis would aggro the Primordials but it seemed like things had been rather irrationally going too well?

“What about you, Big Sis Pitka, what kind of family do you have?”

‘Primis!’ MF shouted inside her mind. ‘You are stepping into a rather sensitive topic that may or may not trigger your Primordial friend there!’

“Family, huh.” Pitka stopped stroking and began leaning on the bench as she glanced at the ceiling. “Well, it’s also a weird kind of family, I think.”

“Uoooh! Tell me then, my ears and the curiosity in my eyes are begging me to listen.”