readytorunbook Chapter 199 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 7
Chapter 199 The Travel Story of Elena (and Her Friends) Part 7
"If you keep chasing me, I'll have Jean beat you up!" Elena, who was being chased, used a brief teleportation spell to instantly teleport behind Jean.
The narcissistic Elena arrived late, looking at the man with considerable apprehension.
She already knew from the gluttonous Elaina that the one who truly defeated the battle-crazed Elaina was this ordinary person with no magic power; and what's worse, he beat up Elaina along with the gluttonous Elaina.
Such a person is simply incomprehensible.
Let's avoid the limelight for now; this guy is not to be trifled with.
The narcissistic Elena turned and left, "Don't let me catch you—humph."
"What a vengeful person. All I did was knock her breast pads out," Elena muttered from behind Qin. She probably knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't retaliate at all when faced with Elena's pursuit.
If it really comes down to a fight, Elena won't be afraid of her.
But he didn't expect that she still wouldn't let him go after chasing him for so long, so he had no choice but to come to Qin for emergency refuge.
Sure enough, as the nemesis of witches, just standing there is enough to make people keep their distance.
"What were you talking about just now?" Elena asked, looking at the intellectual Elena.
Even while being chased, Elena didn't stop to observe her surroundings. The intelligent Elena took the initiative to approach Qin and exchange something with him, which she witnessed.
I'm just a little uncomfortable.
After all, the other person is wearing your face—which makes you a little jealous of yourself.
“Some less pleasant topics,” Elena said with a knowing smile.
Not very pleasant? What do you mean by not very pleasant?
“She is the master of this dream,” Jean revealed. “The demon Chesia.”
Elena instinctively took two steps back... I hadn't even noticed. It was terrifying. Demons are truly terrifying. Such a being could disguise themselves as a close friend or relative, stand beside you, and stab you without you even knowing how you died.
"Don't be so tense. Demons don't just kill everyone they see. I'm not a druid," Cheshire shrugged. "Besides, I don't want to end up like Cain."
She knows a lot.
Regardless of whether the druid knew or not, since it was on the harp. Cain… how did she know about Cain? Could she have been nearby at the time?
"Is it strange? After all, there are only a handful of named demons in the human world. Is it strange that they keep in touch with each other?" Chesia said casually, seemingly having read Elena's mind.
There weren't many in total? I encountered them all.
“I thought you were thinking about revenge,” Elena said.
"Revenge? We're demons. If we put ourselves in Cain's shoes, and I ended up like Cain, it would be a miracle if that old man Cain didn't come to my grave to dance and lick my face." Cheshire waved her hand, seemingly thinking of something funny.
They are more cold-blooded than cold-blooded animals.
From the moment of their birth, demons only know each other as their own kind; feelings of friendship, kinship, and love simply don't exist among them.
If you want demons to develop feelings for each other, why not try crossbreeding cows and horses to produce cows and horses?
"What is the purpose of creating this dream?" Elena asked.
While fearing the demon race, Elena also maintained a high level of curiosity. Even though the other party might be lying, she decided to listen for the sake of listening.
Chesia did not answer. With a casual wave of her hand, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky of this dream, and the entire space began to tremble.
"Hey, what happened?" "It's cracked, it's cracked there." "Wow..." A chorus of exclamations from Elena rose and fell.
Soon, the noise faded into the distance, and Elena soon found that the world before her eyes was gradually disappearing, returning to its original state.
A vast, boundless grassland—this was the very view I saw before I first stepped into this kingdom where any wish could be granted.
They emerged from the dream.
"I was just playing a game out of boredom. But since the game is already like this, there's no point in continuing." Chesia, who was wearing Elena's appearance, suddenly spread her demonic elytra, and a pair of horns appeared on her head as she half-flew in the air.
“I haven’t even said goodbye to them yet,” Elena said regretfully, then suddenly remembered something and asked, “What did you do to the real intellectual Elena?”
“I ate it, it tasted really good.” Cheshire licked her lips. “Do you believe me?”
She's definitely a bad seed. If it weren't for her fear of Qin, I feel like I and the other Elenas would have become her food too.
And this dream was her hunting ground.
The reason for not killing him outright is purely a perverse sense of humor, like Cain's. A cat-and-mouse game of cat and mouse.
"Actually, I'm very curious. What makes you so sure that the other Elenas aren't puppets I created?" Chesia continued with a smile. "What if they're actually already dead, or perhaps just figments of my imagination?"
This……
"Hmm, alright, you asked so many questions, so in return, it's my turn to ask," Cheshire said. "Do you find this kingdom I created fun? Has it fulfilled your wish to have a good time?"
Elena was about to say something when Qin covered her mouth.
"That's enough," Qin said.
It was only then that Elena gradually came to her senses and realized why she had subconsciously answered the demon's question. Was she obligated to abide by any concept of equivalent exchange?
Trying to negotiate an equivalent exchange with the devil? Are you crazy?
It was Chesia who had inadvertently bewitched him.
Will something bad happen if I answer?
Demons are creatures who are extremely bound by contracts. Even though they often set irreversible traps in the contracts, waiting for the contractor to sell their soul, it is undeniable that they will always act in accordance with the contracts.
Forget about whether the person survived in the end, just tell me if I broke the contract.
Making a contract doesn't necessarily require a written agreement; it can be verbal, which is quite subjective. Whatever you answer might constitute a contract with the devil that you don't understand.
"You're incredibly cautious," Cheshire chuckled, covering her mouth. "Let's stop here then. Hopefully, we'll meet again in the future."
After saying that, the demon disappeared.
Elena examined her luggage; her travel diaries lay there quietly, proving that her recent journey was more than just a dream.
Is there anything else? (Dad's voice)
Where is my own diary?
My own diary is still in that dream, being read by all the Elenas!?
I don't have a backup. Even if you use "copying" magic to restore something, you still need a target object.
Just as Elena was calculating how many gold coins she had lost, a diary suddenly appeared in her backpack.
Hey?
"I got it back for you, so thank Lady Chesia." A few more lines appeared on the cover of the diary.
In addition, there is another sentence:
"We are not necessarily enemies."
Soon, the writing disappeared without a trace.