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The cold glare became a meek deadpan. In her mind, Foel could see through both of their relationships as second nature. The Fiery Fire Of Molten Heart had evolved to the point where the tanomobi could see the affection level of someone.

Despite the skimpy clothing that Damascus wore, the tanomobi bore no ill intent as of now, although she had already prepared a slave formation she could immediately use in case of something escalating. For now, all that she cared about was her partner's state.

'I smell another woman,' Foel thought as she hid her grun, and that smell led to a person below the ground, unconscious as she was hit by a rock straight to the head. 'I didn't sense any strong feelings from Meshia towards that person, the same as the barbarian. That darkish-gray skinned person might just be an unlucky passerby.'

Foel could also feel the heavy admiration that Damascus had towards her husband. That alone was a strong reason why she shouldn't worry about the lady of the throne trying to snatch her partner.

Then again, Damascus might not even dare dream of gaining affection from the Ouroboros herself, being alive and standing side by side to reach the same goal was already a bliss for an Underworlder such as her.

Unlike the mortals of Neamh, the Underworlders deem respect as the greatest thing in their world. Power and wealth were subsidiaries, because the underworld ran by written and unwritten rules of contracts, weak and strong, foolish and wise, lawful and chaotic, it would be all justified if they are literate and knew how to create and fulfill a contract.

Of course, that was the knowledge that MF had after delving into the otherworldly topics back on her lonely journey of searching for answers.

"How is the Citadel?" MF asked. Her eyes were looming onto the ground as she perceived the massive skeleton beating up the biblical monstrosity in an aggressive manner.

She also realized that a chunk of her armor was nonexistent, leaving her topless, probably due to the supersonic crash. She checked the mana sockets for the plates and most of it was consumed by the new symbols pill that was formed in her soul. MF injected more mana; however, the armor didn't regrow to its original state like it was intended to.

Some of the formation's bits were scrapped by the impact. She needed Tuli for the maintenance when she met with her later. As of now, the hellspawn was unconscious in the background of rubble and debris. Probably buried alive but it wasn't like she was that weak, right?

The Ouroboros' lavish boobs were dangling but she couldn't care less. The blade attachment that replaced her feet up to the shin was still good as new, and could still be used to slice and dice the white flesh of the abomination.

"The authorities already have a good grasp of the rule, many Yelpers are also on standby as of the moment so everything is under control even without our presence..." Foel peeked down. "Trying to take down an Angel without inviting me, huh. I'm hurt."

The tanomobi sneered. MF could only look away.

"Lord Ouroboros, pardon my intrusion. With all due respect, may I know whose this fierce individual that is connected to the Calamity?"

It seemed like Damascus could sense that Foel and Abe were connected in some way. A little bit inconvenient for MF. 'Then again, Lady Damascus didn't mind the existence of a Calamity bearer near her. I wonder what the connection of Neamh is to the Underworld.'

Whether they saw Neamh as a liability or enemy. Both of the worlds never interact much and the head figures within those places didn't even bother with what happened on the other side.

A wide smile gushed to MF's face. She wafted to the back of Foel and placed both of her hands on the tanomobi's shoulders.

"She is my wife."

The Ouroboros puffed her chest. The tanomobi had become a resting place for the enormous mountains that her partner had.

"Ah! Where are my manners?" Damascus stored her giant scimitar into her pocket space, She placed her right fist onto her left palm and bowed. "My name is Damascus Vy Clezakh, I'm an Erinyes from the third layer of the Underworld, I hope we can know each other better in the far future."

"Likewise, I'm Foel Mirage. Pleased to meet you. However, rather than mingling here," said the tanomobi as she began to get annoyed by MF pressing her heavy weight on Foel's head. "The Angel begins to match Abe in strength."

"Masters, thou hath seemed liketh the entity hadst encave its real center somewhere else."

"Lady Damascus, I want you to deal with the sky-shredder as they're beginning to spawn faster than rabbits during mating season. My wife and I will be having a date of destruction in the meantime~"

Foel looked up through the gap of two voluptuous mountains, she was surprised by her excited husband, smiling like crazy. It made the tanomobi smile instinctively.

The lady of the throne joined the smiling charade nonchalantly, closing her eyes. "I wish both of you the best, may Madam Foel and Lord Ouroboros have a pleasant time."

MF grabbed Foel by her stomach and chest before taking her for a fast ride to the chaotic vicinity, leaving a trail of long ink-like strokes in the sky as it continued to grow even longer with every second passed. The presence of the 'Nerull's Bane' pill also imbued Foel with soothing waves, the mild tingle in her ears calmed her more despite the dangerous ride.

As if she was watching someone do the process of calligraphy in serenity in front of her eyes, Foel felt complete and curiously excited. On the outside, she kind of had an eternal deadpan so MF couldn't read what was in her mind.

'Aww, what a lovely couple,' Damascus thought as she watched those two descend, readying her scimitar again as she also wanted her share of fun. 'NOW IT'S TIME FOR MURDER!'