After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 535 - 211 The Important... Person

The rain outside the window turned into a curtain.

Lying lazily on the sofa, the Pestilence Witch gently stroked her fair stomach with her pale fingers, her pretty face showing a hint of complaint, "Why hasn’t that man come back yet."

"How about, I go look for him?" The Goddess of Plague walked down the stairs, her gaze falling on the Pestilence Witch who was lying lazily on the couch. She was dressed in a short white skirt, her long, pale legs resting on the armrest of the sofa. She was wearing a white top embroidered with patterns that was quite short, revealing her fair stomach, which she touched gently with her hands.

Propping herself up on the couch, the Pestilence Witch sat cross-legged, her hands resting between her legs, as she looked toward the approaching Goddess of Plague:

"That man is not here today." She wore a curious expression, "Exactly what is your relationship with that man, it seems unusually intimate."

"Is it?" The Goddess of Plague spoke as she walked towards the door, picking up an umbrella along the way.

The Pestilence Witch, with a subtle expression, added, "It’s not like it’s a mother and child, which ordinary male and female relationship would... feed each other?"

The movement of the Goddess of Plague paused for a moment, then she continued towards the door, saying to the Pestilence Witch behind her, "I will find him and bring him back as soon as possible, and I’ll bring you a pizza too."

This is changing the subject, isn’t it?

The Pestilence Witch leaned back against the couch and slowly lay down again, resuming her lazy posture. She felt a bit hungry, no, more precisely, she felt like eating something.

But that man had left and had not returned.

Nevertheless, the way the Goddess of Plague and Ahtal interacted was indeed strange. If they were a couple, they maintained a certain restraint, yet they seemed to understand each other and had very intimate behaviors, maintaining a very delicate relationship.

It felt like a relationship that could break through at any moment, yet was deliberately preserved.

Is it because they have known each other for only a short time?

The Pestilence Witch turned over, yawned gently, and a tear trickled from the corner of her eye. She gave up thinking about the relationship between the Goddess of Plague and Ahtal.

It didn’t concern her anyway.

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Outside the mansion.

Unusually intimate relationship.

Holding an umbrella, the Goddess of Plague walked along the edge of the lake. The falling rain was like pearls off a string, hitting the mirror-like lake, creating ripples one after another.

In fact, she too had noticed that her relationship with Ahtal was exceedingly close. Although it was partly to appease Ahtal, to prevent him from threatening her by burning the world, she did share a significant understanding with Ahtal.

It was as if they had known each other for a long time, able to talk about any topic.

But in reality, she had only known Ahtal for a short while, even considering the time before the Time Retrospection, yet why that man would interact with her, there were too many people in this world who were close to Ahtal. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Could it be that the future described by the Three Goddesses of Fate was mistaken, that there was crucial information not disclosed, or that more than one Time Retrospection had occurred, leading to their multiple encounters? That was why there was such a natural understanding between them.

Chaotic thoughts poured like rain, yet they couldn’t be connected together, various notions kept emerging.

Until she arrived not far from the bakery, she saw Ahtal sitting with two beautiful girls.

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Inside the bakery.

Shark Girl Kaschte held a cup of hot milk, glancing across at Letixia, whose emerald eyes held a tenderness as if to completely melt someone, but the direction she gazed at was empty, as if there was no one there.

Then.

"Snap." Someone, she didn’t know who, suddenly flicked her forehead with a finger, yet she was unable to detect who it was.

Shark Girl Kaschte rubbed her forehead with one hand and then silently took a sip of the hot milk. There indeed should have been someone beside her, but whether it was Lord Ahtal was unclear; perhaps it was some demon disguised as Lord Ahtal.

She couldn’t make a judgment yet.

Before any rash action was taken, there was no need for her to react; all she needed to do was to prepare to report any potential information about Lord Ahtal’s whereabouts.

As for why not report it right now, the reason was quite simple. If the person beside her was Ahtal, then there would be a reason not to voluntarily reveal his movements.

She didn’t need to disrupt Lord Ahtal’s plan.

"I never thought you would meet me because of the Sword of Light." Xi Mu glanced at the Sword of Light at Letixia’s waist; that sword contained his power... no, more precisely, it contained the King of Ash’s power, but now that he was the King of Ash, the sword’s power belonged to him. However, as long as he chose to shield the power of the Sword of Light, then even if the Sword of Light was connected, Letixia wouldn’t be able to discover her through it.

Now he just felt it was the right time to meet Letixia.

"Without the Sword of Light," Letixia gently caressed the Sword of Light, murmuring softly,

"Perhaps destiny would have led to a completely different outcome."

"Blaming the weapon wouldn’t be quite appropriate," Xi Mu shook his head, explaining to Letixia, "Even without the Sword of Light, it wouldn’t matter; I would still become the King of Ash. It’s a destiny deduced from the end result."

Unless he himself gave up the role of the King of Ash, he was bound to become the King of Ash, and this process was almost irreversible.

"Why did Ragnarok choose you?" Letixia whispered, unable to understand why Ahtal had been chosen to become the King of Ash.