Chapter 1611 The Gourmet Demon <TOC> Chapter 1613 The Nobles of Flame
Translator: SumTLMan
“Demons generally don’t enter the material plane. Like reptiles, they cunningly hide in the dark crevices of interstitial space, leaving only a phantasmal avatar in the external world to harness demonic power,” Gloria responded.
Moreover, by remaining in these interstitial spaces, demons can temporarily escape the binding influence of the World Will.
At this thought, Angel suddenly had a realization.
Angel: “If my memory serves me right, ever since the Novastar Competition started, only Carvelyn seems to have had an issue. Everyone else has been fine, including Shirley.”
Gloria squinted at Angel, “What are you trying to say? Are you making excuses for the demon?”
Angel shook his head: “I don’t know if Azaz has fallen from grace, perhaps he is masquerading as you’ve suggested. However, if none of his previous opponents faced any problems, then Carvelyn is an anomaly.”
Gloria: “What’s so special about her?”
“I just think, perhaps Carvelyn ran into trouble because she… confronted the demon directly.”
Confronted the demon? Gloria was not dim-witted; she immediately grasped Angel’s implication upon hearing his conjecture.
Indeed, including Shirley, nobody who had competed against Azaz had run into any issues. If Azaz wanted to masquerade as being uninvolved with demonic offerings during the Novastar Competition, he would have to be consistent throughout, rendering it improbable that Carvelyn was turned into a living ingredient. Unless, he bore a grudge against Carvelyn.
However, Sunisha had also said that Azaz and Carvelyn had never met before. The likelihood of a grudge was slim.
So, discarding the motive of revenge, why would Azaz turn Carvelyn into a living ingredient? It could genuinely be, as Angel suggested, because Carvelyn herself chose to directly face the demon.
Azaz might not have intended for Carvelyn to become a living ingredient, but who knows? Perhaps, in her quest for a swift victory, Carvelyn transformed her Shepherd God Garment into the ‘Time-Space Witch Suit’.
The Time-Space Witch Suit allows Carvelyn to traverse the void within sixty seconds, disregarding distance, to execute a relentless hunt against her targeted enemy.
Unfortunately… the true form of the demon sacrificed by Azaz is hidden within that very void.
Demons are inherently stronger than humans. A low-ranking demon at the pinnacle of its category can match a formal wizard, while an average mid-rank demon is already equivalent to a wizard of true knowledge.
Thus, even if the demon offered by Azaz is a low-ranking one, Carvelyn would be caught off guard and likely fall into its trap.
Gloria furrows her brows, pondering that Angel’s speculation may indeed hold water.
“Turning Carvelyn into living food might be a consequence of her confronting the demon’s true form; she may have brought it upon herself. However, this doesn’t prove that Azaz wasn’t led astray by the demon,” Gloria still maintains this viewpoint.
“It also doesn’t prove that Azaz has fallen,” Angel retorts, following Gloria’s line of reasoning.
“The demon’s ability to turn humans into living food is proof enough that Azaz imparted this skill to it. Therefore, Azaz can’t escape responsibility,” Gloria remains steadfast in her belief.
Angel doesn’t engage further; he’s only extrapolating from the facts at hand. After all, it’s a battle between gourmet wizards and he wouldn’t intervene.
The competition continues.
While Angel and Gloria were discussing earlier, both sides were in a heated deadlock.
It must be said, Azaz has a solid foundation. As a gourmet apprentice, even without drawing upon demonic power, his proficiency with various spells and bloodline abilities allows him to hold his own against an average third level apprentice.
If he were to use the demon’s power, he would undoubtedly become even stronger.
On the other hand, the appearance of Trom also takes Angel by surprise. From the moment he laid eyes on Trom, Angel knew that he was dealing with someone of a significant bloodline.
In the same tier among the three major frameworks — Bloodline, Mysterious, and Elemental — Bloodline-side is certainly stronger in terms of combat prowess. Yet, Trom’s strength has reached a level that leaves the surrounding spectators gasping in astonishment.
Gloria, who is exceptionally interested in Azaz, finds herself intermittently captivated by Trom.
His power is overwhelming. What appears to be an ordinary punch from him can actually create a crater in the fighting platform. It’s worth noting that although the platform for this match isn’t as accommodating as the one in the Boundless Arena, it can still withstand a full-blown attack from an intermediate-level wizard.
A punch that appears effortless yet can crater the platform speaks volumes about the extent to which his strength surpasses the norm.
If he were to unleash his full power, he might even reach the realm of a formal wizard.
Not only is his power immense, but his speed is also alarmingly fast. Particularly his jumping ability: every time he leaps into the air, there’s a potent sonic boom, indicating his extraordinary speed.
Though it’s not visible how robust his physique is, his body’s capacity to endure such speed implies it can’t be inferior.
Observing such a Trom, Angel starts to doubt. Could it be that the reason Cherie lost in her previous duel with Trom was not, as he had speculated, because she conceded defeat, but rather because Trom genuinely overpowered her?
“This Trom is remarkable. Even before becoming a wizard, his physique and strength are already nearly on par with a formal wizard,” Gloria couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Indeed,” Angel agreed.
Gloria turned her head toward Angel, “But he still doesn’t compare to you, a prodigy.”
Before his promotion, Angel’s physique had already been comparable to that of a formal wizard. Now, even without exerting any effort, Gloria could feel the radiant and formidable aura emanating from Angel’s body — no more, no less than what you’d expect from a formal wizard of the Bloodline-side.
With a sigh, Gloria reflected, “It’s best not to compare oneself with others. The more you compare, the more disheartened you become.”
“By the way, do you know which wizarding organization he’s from?” Gloria asked curiously.
Angel really had not delved into the matter. Just as he was about to take out his communication device for confirmation, an odd sound echoed from beside them.
“Trom is part of the Frost Moon Alliance, nurtured solely by the Alliance rather than any other wizarding organizations under its banner.”
The voice originated from behind them. It was somewhat shrill and carried a peculiar tone.
Angel and Gloria turned to look and found, sitting behind them, a figure donning a flat hat and leaning on a cane. However, the speaker was not the figure but a Pure White Snow Raven perched on the cane.
“A humanoid puppet… a magical pet? No, an alchemical magical pet?” Angel initially focused on the figure, soon realizing that it was not a living being but a puppet. As for the snow raven perched on the cane, it was an alchemical magical pet.
While he and Gloria were conversing earlier, Angel was certain that no one else was around them.
This alchemical magical pet must have arrived recently. Due to the absence of signs of life and the considerable noise from the crowded arena, they hadn’t noticed it immediately.
“This is indeed my alchemical magical pet. You’re quite discerning, Angel — or should I say, Lord Super Dimensional now?” The snow raven looked at Angel, gracefully extended its wings, and bowed its chest in a simulated curtsy.
“You are…” Angel frowned. Even if this entity had answered Gloria’s question, its abrupt appearance was quite impolite.
Before the snow raven could reply, Gloria squinted and said, “You are… Queenie?”
A ripple of laughter emanated from the snow raven’s beak. “Gloria, your memory is as impeccable as ever.”
Upon confirming the other’s identity, Gloria’s initially tense shoulders relaxed. “It really is you. Thirty years ago when you dined in my restaurant, I saw this snow raven.”
Observing Gloria’s demeanor, Angel could tell that they were acquainted, and likely on good terms.
“Do you remember the ‘Midnight Secret Tree’ pastry you crafted? The flavor still lingers in my memories. When can I have it again?”
Gloria responded, “Let’s talk about it when I’ve gathered all my restaurant staff. Besides, even if I could make it now, could an alchemical magical pet like you even taste it?”
“True, I can’t taste it now, especially since I’m not in Sky Mechanical City,” the snow raven sighed.
At that moment, Gloria turned her gaze towards Angel, “Let me introduce you. The owner of this snow raven is Queenie, a former patron of mine. You can also call her Sudar, which is her surname.”
Chapter 1611 The Gourmet Demon <TOC> Chapter 1613 The Nobles of Flame