Chapter 208: Awkward Confrontation

'What the hell did I get myself into!' MF screamed within her mind as she tried to prevent any erratic movement that could show the sign of weakness to the two ultimate existence that was standing on the air with a killer gaze menacingly as if MF did something to them.

On second thought, why would MF want to act tough in this situation? And so, she stopped advancing, leaving a gap of a few kilometers from both of them.

Damascus who saw it from the sky thought to herself, 'As expected if Lord Ouroboros! Creating a distance in case those two foreigners do something hostile. By leaving a space, my Lord shall be able to prove to them that her perception is many times better than that of a normal individual!'

Damascus didn't give the disciples the imagery upon what was happening down there. To them, they thought that something sinister would either happen or it's just a game of waiting until the next practice from the training began.

"Ah." A voice subconsciously slipped from Pitka's lips. "It seems like our savior is making a distance."

"You have probably intimidated her," said Lues nonchalantly.

"She doesn't look intimidated though." Pitak slightly tilted her head. "I've calculated around 200 reasons and possibilities of why, half of them are bad and half of them are good. Though I admit, those rocket wings look really rad."

"Now you're overthinking." Lues shrugged. "Just try approaching her."

"Uhn." Pitka nodded.

And so, the two ultimate beings of absolute mana powerhouse began to float forward in the Ouroboros direction. MF's heart couldn't thump more faster than this and it was an incredibly unnerving experience for her to perceive the notion of mana density starting to get stronger and stronger by a hundred times every moment those entities travelled a meter from their position.

'Aaaaaahh why I feel like I'm being suicidal here?' MF arched an intoxicatedly-forced smile as she closed her eyes because of how wide her edges of lips became. 'I have tricked gods, I'm one of a deity, I have also killed an Angel. It will be really great if I'm handling ten of those things instead of the devils in front of me!'

The gods might be powerful, but they have certain rules that MF could abuse to some extent. That being not able to approach the lower realm in a heavily public or largely influencing manner.

Of course, all of these could be learned by how the gods gave their influence and also how she knew that this Neamh belonged to someone where it would be a taboo for other gods to enter this well known land.

The gods were limited; if they wanted or were able to destroy Neamh, they wouldn't because there were unspoken rules looming over the shadows that kept everything in balance.

The mana emitted by these two foreigners were special. It was technically seamless to the metaphysical wavelength that it inhabited. If MF didn't have the Overseer ability from her halo, he wouldn't even be able to perceive it.

Which proved that sometimes that innocence is truly a bliss when maintained.

Because of instinct, MF wafted backwards a little, showing a movement that made her look likes retreating from the incoming two foreigners.

'Ah shite.'

MF then protruded her whole body forward to save her false action, facing head on the impeccable entities with a forced smile.

Eventually, MF managed to reach five meters away from those two devils. The phantom with jet-black hair emitted a constant vapor of crimson which rather made her look ominous. Although, she was perceived to be a playful spirit from her excited grin alone. The giant gauntlets on her arms were rather intimidating though.

The light-blue haired meanwhile, was emitting a huge killing intent while staring at MF as if she was a scum of a trash that didn't deserve to live.

It went silent for quite a while. MF was there hanging on her silver lining of sanity. To her proudest achievement, it seemed like she began to get used to the feeling of overwhelming energy suffocation.

A minute had passed. MF survived the ordeal from both the intense contact from the powerhouse wavelength, together with the unfriendly gaze that the person in front of her maintained. At this point, MF wanted to give herself a pat on the back.

Cyanotype was ordered to not do anything, knowing that aggroing these foreigners might result in the destruction of this continent and everything within it. Even the whole world perhaps. At least MF could start to think more clearly and craft her own plan to the wording of her sentences when the entity decided to strike an interaction.

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And then out of nowhere, the crimson phantom moved backward, and hurled her gauntlet to smash her partner's head.

A shockwave was unleashed, disrupting the wind formation and creating a severe maelstrom to the surrounding area.

The crimson phantom then said, "You idiot, you're making your savior waiting."

Despite the strong impact that landed directly at the light-blue foreigner's head, she didn't budge an inch and only let out a monotone "Ouch" before she retracted her killing gaze and the whole Killing intent she emitted.

She then wafted forward with closed eyes, closing in two meters before showing a tired expression with droopy eyes.

"Mortals, I beg you to kneel—"

The crimson phantom hurled her gauntlet at the menacing foreigner once again. This time, it was stronger, resulting in an even intense whirlwind and sandstorm in the surrounding kilometers.

"Thank you," said the light-blue foreigner. "It's been a long time since I met someone new, do forgive me if I intimidated you by any means." She then began to shift her gaze onto the voluptuous mountains on MF's torso. In just two minutes, she calmed down and let out a 'I can do this' kind of breathing. "You can say that I'm extremely nervous, that's all," said the seemingly young lady with a lazy monotone voice.

'This is the first time I experienced a nervous person emitting a huge amount of killing intent.' Of course, MF noticed the obvious target that the foreigner was staring at. 'Do looking boobs calm you down!?' MF thought, still maintaining her forced smile.

"Ehem," the Queen of the Apocalypse cleared her throat, still keeping her gaze into the delicious window of milk. "It's really rude of me for not introducing myself, and I know that it must've felt really bizarre to you right now but allow me to reveal my identity first." She then awkwardly posed with two finger guns to the front and the other over her head. "My name is Pitka, I'm the leader of the World Destruction—I mean part of the Great Inquisition within this overarching reality.

"My true destination is somewhere else far beyond this World Line but because of my old friend's prank of a gadget, I'm stranded here within the desert with a naked spectacle that may or may not plunge this world into cataclysm fear. If not for your actions of commanding your servant to hide the space rift, It will be extremely troublesome for me to leave a huge mark of unneeded phenomenon upon this Neamh."

"... What?"

"Yes, as you can see, my friend." The Queen of the Apocalypse then struck another awkward pose where she turned around and twisted-leaning her body with her hand reaching to MF's direction. "I'm here bearing no ill intent."

'That is a big fat lie!' MF screamed within her head. 'You almost want to kill me there!'

Pitka was still continuing, "Well, although I'm extremely sorry that I have the thought of killing you on the spot because of my nervousness."

'See!?' MF launched another unbelieving shriek inside. 'Also, stop looking at my chest!'

Despite the bizarre interaction. MF still feels a deep fear within her heart.

How did she know that she was the one who gave the order?

Bootlicking would look pretentious, and flowery words would make it extremely more awkward to keep the conversation going. MF then decided to tone down her pride and her eloquence and kept her true feeling of wariness and acceptance, keeping her wry smile.

"If the two of you say so. As for me, I'm just a humble owner of land northwest of here." MF placed her fingers on her chest. "My name is Meshia. It's a weird experience meeting both of you. I'm the same as you, almighty foreigner. I bore no ill intent when I commanded my servant to immediately create a concealment dome the moment an anomaly appeared.

"I do have my own reason. One of them is to prevent a terror happening within this continent. I did plan to see if I could neutralize the abnormalities but I think I'm far too prideful if I were to challenge two of an immaculate being like the two of you."

"Oooh!" The droopy-eyed Queen of the Apocalypse opened her mouth in a surprised manner. "So you can perceive my energy!"

"Indeed, I'm capable of such a thing." MF slightly bowed with her fist on her palm on her front, closing both of her eyes. "Nevertheless, I can see that the two of you were forced to stay within this world by some complications. Your Almighty might be striving for anonymity.

"If so, may I offer both of you my humble abode?"

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