CHAPTER 611: CHAPTER 409: THE ULTIMATE ORNSTEIN FANGIRL OF THE ABYSS

Western Continent, the Great Demon City where the Demon Clan gathers.

The Great Demon Tree, the final resting place for the souls of the Demon Clan, still stands tall in the center of the city, casting its shadow upon all residents, as only shadows can bring a sense of security to the Demon Clan.

The shocking incident of the collective deaths of priests across the Western Continent has now been pacified.

Though there are still many rumors circulating outside, no one could have guessed that the truth behind the priests’ deaths was witnessing something that shouldn’t have been seen inside the Great Demon Tree.

No one imagined it, except for one survivor.

Onora, the youngest priest, is the sole survivor who has seen the content inside the Great Demon Tree, but survival did not come without a cost.

At the very least, her mind has changed.

"Where on earth can it be found, that pitch-black abyss..."

Sitting alone in the palace, Onora pondered absent-mindedly.

This time, she sent a group of disguise-skilled demons to the human world to search for information about the abyss. It’s said that a human named Eliphas is quite capable, but he’s partnered with another priest. It would be great if she could sway him to her side.

She searched through the ancient texts of the Great Demon City but found not a trace of records about the abyss, which continuously tormented her desire for knowledge, thus prompting her to dispatch her subordinates.

"I really want to know more, I really want to know..."

Obsessed eyes appeared, although hidden behind her blindfold.

Then, the sudden sound of footsteps interrupted her murmuring. A little boy, who looked almost human apart from the horns on his head, came running over, waving his magic wand, boasting:

"Onora sister, I’ve learned to cast high-tier magic without chanting!"

"Well done! Keep it up, and in the future, you could become the Demon King; after all, you are of the Demon King bloodline." Onora changed her tone of obsession and stroked the little boy’s head gently as if she were a kind neighbor, offering words of encouragement.

The boy was really happy, then suddenly blushed and said shyly, "Then, when I become the Demon King, you can be my queen, queen..."

Under her gaze, the little boy ultimately lacked the courage to say the word "queen," hastily saying "I’ll go train now" and ran off.

If a Little Prince lover were here, they’d surely drool excessively.

Onora smiled watching the boy run away, waiting until his figure completely disappeared.

"Tch, worthless mixed blood, can’t compare to the abyss one bit."

The gentle smile turned into disdain, her red lips uttering words that would break the little boy’s heart.

The disdain shown on her face wasn’t ordinary; it was the kind that would make perverts who loved being scorned by beauties excited enough to jubilantly die from shock!

Every priest supports their own Demon King bloodline; to ensure she didn’t seem too out of place, she naturally chose one too.

The little boy’s talent is actually quite good—at a young age, he reached the level of casting high-tier magic without chanting. Given time, with the grind of long years, he might reach a legendary level.

But in Onora’s view, this still isn’t enough, simply isn’t enough!

The yellow flames and black abyss she saw are nowhere near comparable to the mixed blood of the Demon King lineage. She never fancied the little boy from the start!

Perhaps you could also say, having seen the abyss, she no longer believes in the Demon King or anything like that, who would trust something that’s supposed to revive but has remained silent for so long.

"Abyss, oh abyss, when can I see you again..."

She cradled her face, revealing a hopeful expression like a girl anticipating a gift, and swung her beautifully curved legs.

"Hope those guys I sent out bring back good news."

If Gong Qiying were here, he would likely give her a title:

[Abyss Pusher]

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"Commissioned us to take the Princess into the Dungeon, and specifically named that it must be to Yanor Londo?"

At this moment, Hasavi Team was caught in a troubling quandary.

Aleya seriously fiddling with the plant in her hands, while the straw man twisted its roots into a sentence.

[Isn’t this great? Serve the Princess well, and maybe we won’t need to work a day in our lives again, and my research funding will be sufficient]

"No, no," Fingerley shook his head, saying: "I’ll say it differently. This Princess Serine has only been to food areas like pretend places. Now she wants to go to Yanor Londo, which means we must first fight the Undead Team and then fight the Overlord, because she wants to go to Yanor Londo in the Painting World, so we don’t need to fight Shalivan, but it’s still a hassle!"

"No need to fight the Undead Team, the teleportation gate in the Royal City leads directly to Casas Underground Tomb." Matilda added.

"It still feels so troublesome..."

Fingerley let out a long sigh.

"So refuse?" Matilda asked.

"No, let’s agree; it’s Eliphas doing me a favor by asking for my help." Fingerley perked up and said, "He saved me before, consider it repaying the favor."

"Favors are terrifying."

"Yes, quite terrifying. How come he doesn’t take the Princess into the Dungeon himself, doesn’t he fear I’ll lose control and harm her."

"Also, the Princess might not welcome us, I’ve heard, she really likes Eliphas; suddenly hearing her adventure partner in Sain is replaced with us, it’d be troublesome if she got mad."

Matilda could see he clearly didn’t want this job but had no choice, and shook her head.

Even if Princess Serine disliked them, they had no other choice but to brave through it.

However, shortly afterward, someone arrived from the Royal Palace.

"The Princess is very much looking forward to adventuring with you all; can we advance the schedule, she can’t wait any longer."

Hasavi Team looked at each other.

"Uh, no need for more preparation..."

Just as Fingerley was about to refuse, the attendant suddenly said:

"Are you worried about the difficulties in defeating the leader?"

"....A bit."

"Please rest assured, actually the Princess has already handled this matter; you won’t need to defeat Overlord Vonier again to enter Yilushier."

"Huh?"

While they wanted to ask the princess how she managed it, it was clear the other party had no intention of delving into the matter.

After some thought, everyone eventually agreed to the request to set off earlier.

"That’s great, I’ll tell the princess this good news right away."

The next morning, Hasavi Team entered the Royal Palace and met the legendary Princess Selene.

The beautiful princess stood with her back to them in the morning sun, the gradually brightening light shining through her hair and reflecting off her close-fitting armor, casting an eye-catching glow.

Even the well-protections of the silvery armor couldn’t hide the princess’s graceful figure. Her embroidered short cape fluttered gently in the breeze, giving her a dynamic and static beauty.

Just from the back, one could tell she was a serene, beautiful, and elegant lady.

Fingerley, who initially had some resistance, suddenly felt relieved and developed a good impression of the princess.

It wasn’t because of her killer profile, but because of the equipment she was wearing.

From a professional point of view, it was clear it was meticulously prepared, not just decorative but genuinely made for adventure.

These days, it’s challenging to get a pampered lady to wear armor. The fact that she not only wore it but also prepared it carefully made Fingerley, as an adventurer, feel very comfortable. Initially, he thought the princess would wear a little dress into the Dungeon.

"Welcome, everyone."

In the blurry sunlight, Selene turned around, her skirt armor slightly floating as she moved.

"Today I must trouble you all...huh?"

Her elegant voice suddenly changed pitch as Selene made a surprised sound.

People didn’t understand why she reacted that way, but Fingerley slightly frowned, feeling the princess looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Forget it, I can’t remember.

Selene immediately realized her gaffe and quickly smoothed things over, showing an expectant look urging everyone to set off, and they headed to the carriages prepared by the guards.

She rode in one carriage alone, Hasavi Team in another, with dozens of knights accompanying them. They wouldn’t enter the Dungeon; they were just there for protection along the journey.

Once inside the carriage, Selene let out a long sigh.

"Why is it him?"

Even though she had only seen him once, she recognized Fingerley as the one who had frightened her when she snuck out of the Royal Palace, planning to see urban legends in the common residential area!

"Oh no, if he recognizes me, won’t my frequent late-night outings be exposed!"

So far, she had cleverly hidden everything from everyone and had never been discovered!

It seems she must disguise herself, making herself appear different from that night.

In the other carriage, Fingerley also gradually recalled everything, an incredulous thought popping into his head.

That night after visiting Tusi, the girl I startled on my way back was the princess!?

No way, why would she be in that kind of place in the middle of the night... I’d better observe closely; if I get this wrong, it would be a disaster, no, even if it’s true, I can’t say anything.

Once off the carriage, he subtly kept his attention on Selene, feeling the more he looked, the more similar she seemed.

"Um, everyone, shall we set off now?" Selene said with a slightly unnatural smile.

"Alright, please stay by our side, Princess."

Entering the Sain Dungeon, into Yilushier, along this journey, Fingerley felt more and more that Selene’s figure overlapped with the person he saw that night.

The person he met that night, though slightly reckless, also had a steady aura, just like the current princess!

As he was about to conclude, Selene suddenly moved.

"Haha~ Finally back again!"

The formerly serene and composed princess suddenly raised her arms and shouted; her voice echoed throughout Yilushier.

People were stunned.

"Hehe, I once snuck in here with the knights, had just finished off the Overlord, but before I could appreciate the beauty of the Cold Valley, I was chased out of the Dungeon. Finally getting the chance to come back now wasn’t easy!"

Selene wiped her armor, and suddenly it transformed.

The basic shape remained, but there were many, many... engravings?

Upon closer inspection, oh, familiar faces of Ornstein.

Her armor was engraved with all sorts of Ornsteins!

Even the originally silvery armor transformed into Ornstein’s signature golden color!

"How’s it look, nice, right?"

She turned to the dumbfounded Hasavi Team, a proud smile on her face, her entire aura instantly shifted from the gentle, serene princess to a lively, energetic girl.

Fingerley snapped back and asked in disbelief, "Prin-Princess, what is this..."

"This is called unleashing my true nature. You wouldn’t say anything, right? Though even if you did, no one would believe it."

"Uh, of course not..."

At this moment, the perfect princess image in Fingerley’s mind began to crack.

Simultaneously, he started doubting his conclusion that Selene was the hooded girl he frightened that night; they didn’t seem like the same person!

"Hehehe~"

Selene’s eyes flashed with smugness; her days in the Royal Palace had honed her ability to read expressions, easily detecting the suspicion in Fingerley’s eyes.

Now that she’s changed her aura, his suspicion had slightly dissipated; her move was right.

Not only could it eliminate suspicion, but it could also allow her to be free of pretenses, killing two birds with one stone!

"Let’s go, everyone; the goal this time is to photograph me with Lord Ornstein!"

"Huh? We haven’t heard about such a challenging request!"