Volume 1 Chapter 698

Chapter 698: Which of You Two Made the Pact With the Hell Demon God?

Lolth suddenly recalled an adage.

"Those most easily deceived are invariably the ones who love and trust you."

At this moment, she gained profound insight into this truth.

Though the saying seemed scarcely applicable to Xiletor – her elder sister being an exceptionally cunning trickster, too quick-witted and erratic to be predictable.

Yet hearing Xiletor’s recent words, Lolth became absolutely convinced that her sister’s intellect had indeed plummeted to unprecedented depths through the machinations of "romance".

That near-textbook "tsundere proclamation" of hers could likely only ensnare someone like Trish Diana.

Neither Lolth nor the other observers appeared inclined to mediate this misunderstanding.

After all… Kululu had been feigning death since the confrontation began.

While Dorothy and Kanor lacked proper standing to intervene between the quarreling pair.

As for Lolth herself…

She’d summoned them precisely to witness this spectacle!

"Xiletor… you faithless imbecile! How dare you utter such words!"

Trish Diana hissed through gritted teeth.

"Do you comprehend how I endured these three millennia after your abandonment?!"

Xiletor’s composure fractured under this onslaught, her demeanor growing agitated.

"I abandoned you? You claim I abandoned you?"

"Had you shown but a shred of trust… The truth was never as you imagined!"

"Trish Diana! Have your ears ever truly heard me?"

The succubus’s hurried defense met with a scornful laugh.

"Every syllable rang clear, Xiletor…"

"Blind as a bat I was, to succumb to your honeyed lies – a succubus lusting after my flesh!"

"When your affections waxed and waned like moon phases, I should’ve seen your true colors!"

The swordswoman’s blade sang as she flicked its edge.

"I sought you in the Abyss heavy with child – you hid like a craven!"

"No refuge remains for you this day… Xiletor!"

"Now account for your transgressions!"

Deathly aura dissipated as she hefted her weapon, launching herself bodily at the succubus.

"CRASH!!!"

Though wielding mere physical strength, Trish’s downward slash nearly cleaved the earth where Xiletor stood.

The succubus twisted aside, the lethal strike finding only empty air.

"Trish… Are you serious??"

She stared at Trish Diana in disbelief.

The opponent remained silent, twisting mid-air as her blade arced down toward Xiletor once more!

"Clang!!"

This time, Xiletor parried Trish Diana’s strike with her own longsword.

Then came the relentless onslaught!

A tempest of slashes, thrusts, and piercing strikes poured forth like monsoon rain.

Lolth mentally substituted herself into the duel…

Even she would struggle to withstand this barrage!

Yet Xiletor matched the assault stroke for stroke, her blade ringing like a blacksmith’s anvil as she deflected every attack.

Dorothy watched with bated breath.

"Are you sure this is alright… Senior Sister Kanor?"

Their clash already resembled mortal combat!

Kanor curled her lip.

"If things get dangerous, Master and Sister Kululu will intervene."

"Besides… When have you seen two ‘deities’ brawl without invoking divine authority?"

"They haven’t even manifested their domains…"

The silver-haired girl sighed before delivering her verdict.

"It’s a lovers’ quarrel."

The sheer might of these reunited "soulmates" transformed what should be affectionate sparring…

Into something indistinguishable from life-or-death struggle to mortal eyes.

Lolth understood this perfectly.

She observed her sister and Trish Diana clashing like thunderclouds – all noise and flash but no real damage as their matching blades danced for ten unbroken minutes.

Three millennia apart breeds grievances.

Trish Diana believed herself abandoned; Xiletor deemed her lover obtuse…

This stubborn tension perfectly suited her sister and the First Hero.

Yet across three centuries, both had clearly reconsidered their assumptions…

Only pride demanded this cathartic battle after such prolonged estrangement.

Lolth checked the imaginary clock.

"First arguments, then blows… Now comes the reconciliation through combat…"

As she mused, reality obliged.

"Ding!" Their swords flew from trembling hands simultaneously.

Trish Diana pounced bare-handed, tackling Xiletor into a grappling hold.

"Damned tortoise… You owe me three thousand years!!"

"You never even met our daughter!!!"

Xiletor grimaced against the armlock, scrabbling at her assailant’s thighs.

"Fool! Trish Diana!"

"Golden Peacock’s independence from Sotua? Breaking Hell’s curse? My doing!"

"You abandoned our child after her coming-of-age… Imbecile!!!"

"You think I didn’t watch your journeys through elemental planes? Your underworld wanderings?!"

"I… I wanted you free of me!"

"After corrupting you once already…"

Xiletor’s voice cracked.

"How could I forget you? Should’ve never approached me at the Adventurer’s Union!"

"Never taught me swordsmanship! Never formed our party! Never shared those adventures!"

"Shouldn’t have saved me! Should’ve rejected my heart! Should’ve confessed being demonkind – succubus queen of the abyss!!"

"Yelixi Flavesima died through you!! Her blood’s on your hands!!"

"Should’ve let me perish too… You owe me death!!"

"Why preserve my life?!"

"Why bargain with Hell’s Demon God to spare me?!"

Lolth’s eyes narrowed.

Though nearing tearful reconciliation… Something jarred.

"Hold! Both of you!"

"Who contracted the Hell Demon God?"

"And if Yelixi means Yelixi Flavesima… She still breathes!"