Chapter 362 - 148. Death Rune
"Erwin was sly," he purposefully exposed his tracks, which led me all the way to another human city, but I only caught a few of his doubles. And there was also a little trouble at home—Agares kept urging me to return. Luckily, I thought to see you one more time before I left, and here again, I smelled that guy’s stench..."
As Elliog spoke, his hands were pushing against the muscles on Fisher’s body, and with the exact pressure during the squeezing and massage, the bones inside Fisher’s body aligned with crisp "crack" sounds. The pain was so intense that Fisher couldn’t help but inhale sharply and, frowning, looked up at the massive hole in the sky.
"Erwin belongs to a very mysterious organization and possesses a magical artifact that could either be a relic or something else. Agares says that those weird kinds of knowledge were granted to him by that artifact... and you carry a similar scent."
As Elliog went on, his hands gently cradled Fisher’s cheeks, that lazy, charming face staring straight into Fisher’s. Taking advantage of his inability to resist, Elliog playfully rubbed his face, altering its shape considerably.
"You knew from the start?"
"Yeah, I told you at the very beginning, I smelled an annoying scent on you."
Elliog bowed his head, the excessive red hair falling across his forehead and tickling his skin. Her movements were more exaggerated than usual. As Fisher instinctively turned his head to glance at Moli, who was sleeping beside them, he suddenly wondered if Elliog was acting this way because she’d seen Moli there?
But before that thought had been completed for a second, Elliog forcefully reached out, grabbed his chin, and twisted his neck to force him to meet her gaze.
"No wonder I thought you were going to kill me the first time we met..."