Chapter 446: Remains (2)

Chapter 446: Remains (2)

Any human would be shattered upon impact if they dove from such a height, even while diving in the water. But, of course, such a fate did not apply to Noir Giabella. She dived flawlessly from dizzying heights into the midst of the wave pool.

Splash!

The water whirled into a vortex where Noir landed, and soon, a giant whirlpool formed in the middle of the wave pool. Waves generated from the pool's edges rushed towards the vortex, causing the nearby floating rubber boats to rock violently.

"Kyaaak!"

"Kyiak!"

Mer and Raimira screamed with excitement on the bobbing boat. The pool wasn't the sea, nor was it deep enough to pose any real threat to them. Even if they fell in, they would be in no danger at all. In other words, they were screaming from sheer fun as their boats rocked.

Kristina and Anise, on the other hand, restrained their screams as before. However, they couldn't hide their expressions. Kristinas eyebrows furrowed as she clutched the edge of her boat. The laughing and screaming kids suddenly stopped and clung to each other when they saw the Saints expression. They started to tremble.

"Ehem."

Realizing Mer and Raimira were scared, Kristina cleared her throat and clasped her hands in front of her chest with a kindly indulgent smile. Her new look radiated benevolence. But the kids, having seen her demonic face moments ago, couldn't laugh anymore.

Sigh. Kristina exhaled a long breath.

As the whirlpool subsided and the waves calmed, Noir emerged in the center of the pool.

She brushed back her drenched hair, her flawless figure and beautiful face only accentuated by her pure white bikini. Though she usually preferred provocative, arousing looks, she wanted to present a pure, clean look this time.

Noir did not doubt that she currently looked like a goddess of water. She even considered changing her lower half into a mermaid's tail. It could be quite nice as well.

The concept for the next event at Giabella Park will be a mermaid princess, Noir thought, completely inspired.

That is, if Eugene doesnt destroy this city. Noir mused with a smile as clear as her current image. She shook her head to scatter the water droplets, creating a miniature rainbow.

Though no one was around to admire her display in the private pool, she was content with her current presentation. She wanted to show her pure image to only one man, and he was here.

[I asked which wench you are talking about, didnt I?] Sienna repeated.

"In this city, which other woman would I address like that?" said Eugene.

[The Queen of Whores,] Sienna muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, Noir, who had been standing on the water's surface, began taking soft steps towards Eugene. She left a trail of rainbows behind with each of her steps.

"What are you doing here?" Anise stood up from the rubber boat. She passed the shivering children and blocked Noir's path.

"I just wanted to say goodbye, said Noir.

"Goodbye?" questioned Anise.

"Are you not leaving soon?" asked Noir.

She gave a smile, but her eyes were fixed solely on Eugene. Anise stood in her way, but Noir only had eyes for Eugene.

Eugene was dressed in simple swimming trunks, given their current location. It wasnt anything special, but what did his attire matter?

'I'm in a swimsuit too.' This realization brought a fresh excitement to Noir.

Was it because she was adorning a swimsuit that gave her a look of innocence? Or was it because the flutter in her heart wasnt overripe but rather that of youth? Any other time, she might have considered the Saint and the kids a bother, but it was different now.

"Shall we play together?" Noir asked.

Noir's suggestion shocked Anise, but it couldnt compare to her following action. In an instant, Noir was beside Anise, casually linking arms and leaning in.

"Are you insane?!" shouted Anise.

She attempted to pull away but couldnt. Noir held firm while smiling brightly. The sensation Anise felt on her arm was truly horrific, and she felt chills run down her back. Anise raised her hand and attempted to slap Noir with all her strength. However, her attempt failed as Noir vanished before reappearing on the rubber boat. Anise trembled, unable to process the speed of Noir's movements. But her anger was greater than her shock when she saw Noir appear in front of the two children. The two Saints felt a surge of anger as they shouted, "Stay away from my children!"

"Yes. They plan to expel all foreign tourists and shut down their warp-gates, turning inward. Most Emirs have already responded to the Sultan's secret directive, explained Noir.

What she was speaking of was highly confidential information, something that should be discussed in whispers.

Although there were many spies from various nations, including Kiehl, who were active in Nahama, what Noir was speaking of was information sourced from a high-ranking official or even an Emir. It wasnt something shared in bed either, but rather something gathered by a high-ranking Night Demon from someones dream.

"And the content of the secret directive?" Eugene inquired, his expression changing subtly as Noir Giabella spoke.

"It commands to supply soldiers and warriors, leaving only the minimum number of guards, and to conscript at least ten thousand men from their territories," Noir revealed with a hint of excitement.

Nahama's national army was already formidable, which included the sandmancers, assassins, and black wizards of the desert dungeons. They would become even stronger when supplemented by the Emirs warriors and private troops. With fifteen Emirs in Nahama, if all of them complied with the Sultan's directive, the conscription alone would bring in 150,000 soldiers.

Noir enjoyed watching the subtle changes in Eugenes expression. This was a war involving hundreds of thousands of humans, and unlike the last war, which pitted humans against demonfolks and black wizards, this war would be between regular humans. Noir didnt think much of it.

However, she believed it would be different for humans, or so she thought.

Eugene's calm expression, despite the slight surprise at the numbers, intrigued Noir. It wasnt as if he was entirely unfazed, but his expression was relatively simple. It felt as if he was only surprised that the number of humans involved in the war was greater than what he initially estimated.

Why? Noir wondered.

She knew he understood the gravity of war. The monarchs, knights, soldiers, and mercenaries in this era were born after the curtains of war from the previous era had closed. It was entirely possible that they would be repelled by a war in which hundreds of thousands of individuals would clash and die. But the same didnt hold true for Hamel. Among the humans of this era, he was likely the one who knew war the best.

Hamel was a mercenary and a hero. In this era, he was the Hero. He was well-acquainted with the horrors and dynamics of war. He had deliberately prepared for this war, knowing Nahama would fall as an ally of Helmuth.

Killing countless humans on the battlefield and conquering a nation such things wouldnt be new to Hamel. He would have already prepared and resolved himself for such things.

The Heros duty was to save the world, and Hamels desire was to kill the Demon Kings.

However, Noir was acutely aware of Eugene's compassion.

It wasnt as if he was going to be facing demons. Hamel wasnt someone who could simply ignore the lives of hundreds of thousands of humans. While it was true that Nahamas Sultan was siding with Helmuth and Amelia Merwin was behind the act, not all of Nahamas conscripted soldiers were worshipers of the Demon Kings.

"Desperate moves," Eugene muttered under his breath with a frown.

Noir's curiosity towards Eugene peaked. At the same time, she felt admiration and love for this man's unyielding spirit and commitment to his cause.

She clutched the ring on her necklace tightly while staring into the icy, golden eyes and then asked, Dont you wonder if you might need my assistance?

This wasnt a thought she had entertained before. It was an impulsive desire, but Noir did not resist it because it was an impulsive thought borne from her deepest desires.

Noir yearned to stand alongside Eugene in battle, not to fight each other but to face the same challenges, share the same views, and experience the same emotions.

"Irrespective of whether the enemy numbers in the hundreds of thousands or millions, their scale is insignificant to me. You know that well, don't you, Hamel? said Noir.

He knew it all too well.

In the era of war, excluding the demonic race, who had been the single most prolific slayer of humans? The answer was clear, without any need for contemplation.

Noir Giabella, the Queen of the Night Demons, was the clear winner. Three hundred years ago, for those advancing through the Devildom, Noir Giabella had absolutely been a living nightmare.

Her massacres required no army. In the pitch darkness of the Devildom, the moment her purple eyes flashed, the slaughter was already complete. The most infamous tale was of her causing thirty thousand soldiers to perish in the plains, but there were undoubtedly more unspoken atrocities.

"If it were me." Noirs voice was moist and alluring, almost seductive in its tone. In a husky, tempting tone, she said, "I can prevent unnecessary bloodshed. No matter if they are tens or hundreds of thousands, to me, it doesn't matter. I can ensure they face a peaceful end without a drop of blood spilled. Without killing any of them.

Eugene remained unswayed. He slowly shook his head. "You wouldn't want that," he replied firmly.

Noir laughed softly at his resolute response. She had hoped her words would have tempted him even slightly, but he had not hesitated.

The battlefield she desired to share with Eugene wasn't one of peace but of raw, unfiltered war. A battlefield filled with the clash of metal, cries of battle, and the mingling of fear, pain, and unresolved desires. A battlefield where death hovered like a hawk and the stench of blood permeated the place. A place littered with all sorts of emotions and where all sorts of unfulfilled desires evaporated that was the battlefield where she wanted to see Hamel.

She knew what she wished for.

She had seen it multiple times three centuries ago, but now, her desire to see it again was nostalgic and new. If Eugene had accepted her offer, and they had stood side by side on the desert battlefield.

Noir would have reveled in making the war as dreadful as possible.