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"Madam Foel, you look stunning in that outfit."

"And you're the same as ever." Foel chuckled. "Have you met with your new contractor yet?"

"Indeed I did, Lord Ouroboros is now on the sect ground. In any case." Damascus took out numerous black exotic boxes. "I've come with the promised cuisine."

Galukh opened one of the case lid and presented the foggy warm and colorful dish of many cooked otherworldly crustacean meat in extravagant arrangements.

"Rainbow Karatkapu!?" Tuli exclaimed, drooling. "I'm jealous, only the noble hierarchy could eat that."

"My friend, we're not in Dis, there is no rule here." Damascus shrugged.

"... Your sudden change of personality is eerie, Lady Damascus."

"Money changes people, Tuli." Foel grinned after looking at the grand cuisine. "Kekeke, I'll prepare the picnic rug. Let's go to the open glade of the flower field."

"We won't wait for Lord Ouroboros?" Damascus raised her eyebrow.

"I was left behind on the latest picnic event, I need to get that revenge somehow."

Meanwhile, the Ouroboros was crouching on the sect's field. She experimented with a couple of more substances that weren't supposed to exist in the mortal plane, or to be exact, creating new kinds of substances or energy.

Using the Nerull's Bane Pill influence as a base, MF used the benefits of One For All Bestower to ingrain the ink aura into a heavily condensed energy. It became a strange black liquid that created a vapor slowly rising into the air. The amount of liquid didn't diminish at all.

MF glanced at the white tile of the sect's ground. The transparent and crystal-like coating of the floor above the monochrome white enticed her to imagine a swimming fish living in that cramped space of tempered glass.

She then glanced at the new condensed ink substance and decided to play with it.

"A painting that had a life will definitely attract the faith of those who saw this."

The concept of living tattoo and painting weren't foreign in this vast and magical world—aside from the dread and crisis of close extinction from every angle whatsoever. MF met with those kinds of art in the time where she hustled from place to place, meeting variants of people and learning many skills to earn an even secluded knowledge.

She then dropped the condensed Nerull's Bane Energy and painted fish at the size of her wrist. MF then tried to do a finger movement verse, extracted from the martial movement that represents a fish to collect its symbols pill essence.

"A life in two dimensional space. Fufufu, I wonder how it will turn out."

MF injected 300 bits of 'life' divinity. The vibrant energy managed to grasp the concept of fish and the shape of the condensed ink space, it then absorbed the conceptual value of it and began to use that information as a reference before integrating the image into the space it was in.

The painting loosened and shifted to move as if the fish had just dropped into a pond. The energy then began to construct a soul and eventually anchoring it into the two dimensional fish.

It flapped and began to swim in circle motion.

"Woooaaah." MF was surprised that this kind of feat was possible to her. She smiled like an idiot, humming before creating an even more set of fish to fill the white space of the platform field with life.

She ended up creating 50 living fish paintings that swimmed about within the surface. MF wondered if they were categorized as two dimensional beings or a conceptual entity that lived within a limited space. Because the fish felt like it had the angle as if it was a three dimensional being, bearing the footprint of a higher dimension.

"I wonder if it could gain enough energy and power to affect the dimension higher than them."

MF put her forefinger into the floor, continuously injecting mana and divine power of life into the whole surface until she ran out of it. A little bit saddened that she didn't have enough faith in life to achieve her goal, but at least she had given enough fuel for the fishes to eventually evolve and reach an awakening in the future.

In some way, MF could also add life into her shadow and possibly nurture it into a fighting prowess. It might be fun, she thought, having an extra bodyguard that could crept in the dark.

"Mmhhh~ I want to show off these fishes but they were too simple to be a flexing material."

The yellow sun was on the verge of sleeping from the horizon. At the same time, a black silhouette could be seen far in the distance and soaring to MF's position.

"Masterrrr!"

The unknown flying object became distinguishable. Ki then landed with two feet connected, both hands posing straight to the side with a smug grin.

"By the grace of mother nature, you seem a little bit gleeful today, Ki." MF stood up, towering her vassal in both height and maturity. "Find anything new in Dorian Citadel?"

"Yes!" Ki took out a high stack of papers from her divine domain, some of them flew and fell into the ground. "Aside from every person that could be deemed as an information threat to Ouranos Citadel, I've found an entire underground organization that played the authority in strings."

In the investigation, Ki tended to go to her divine domain and used the paper and ink that MF had provided. Apparently, she had developed a journalist hobby and she planned to ask for more parchment and papers with more cover material after the report was done.

MF catched two of the wafting pieces of papers as her eyes were glued into the content, speed reading it in just a second. "Any information about the method used?"

"Definitely not a spell or a formation mark like what Madam Foel usually does." Ki then dropped the whole stack of papers into the ground. One of the ink fishes appeared in her vision, startling her as she jumped in panic before casually continuing her speech, "I-it's something unusual and the media used were directed at some of the official states' souls. It's like a marionette! Also, what with these shadow fishes!?"

"Shadow fishes? That's neat, I'll call it shadow fishes then." MF chuckled, she then took three more papers before scanning them like a robot. "Hmm, there was a third party organization that was not connected with the puppeteer? Maybe we could meet with them and see if they were connected in any Evil Cult or Dark Guild."

"Evil Cult?" Ki tilted her head. "Dark Guild?"

Before trying to answer Ki's questions, MF categorized the shadow fishes as a part of a skill called the 'Shadow Life Creation' in her brain. After putting every report to her divone domain for her to read later, MF gestured Ki to follow her.

"You're a deity, you're supposed to know these things." MF smiled playfully. "Come, I'll explain it to you on our way to the picnic on Domeniul Ceresc, I can smell some delicacy miles away from here."

"Sure! Wait, I thought that the barrier could negate every sound and smell from the inside and vice versa?"

"Fufufu, I lied.. I just have the feeling that they have started the festive session by now."