Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 217 Unauthorized

Doro met a white-haired girl.

Her white hair was more dazzling than her dim halo, and the feathers on her back looked rather messy, unlike the appearance of other angels.

Doro sensed something different about this girl, and he instinctively realized that she was looking for him.

So he quickly pulled the girl into the curtain that Moher had provided.

"Ah! My hero!"

The girl's eyes sparkled, and her petite figure was reminiscent of Mohe. After all, most of the girls around Doro were voluptuous, and Mohe was probably the only petite one. Even Mohe possessed a rather sexy demeanor, though Doro personally felt that Mohe was more approachable in her normal state. When she transformed into her sexy form, her personality seemed to become somewhat aloof, which was quite nice—it was mainly a matter of personal preference.

The girl's eyes were different from Mohe's; they were the same as those of the celestial beings, which was very counterintuitive.

In her normal state, Moher's eyes are clear and distinct, with a pitch-black center in the pupil, as if it were deep enough to contain everything in the world. But this species' eyes have a pure white center, while the outer edges, where the whites of the eyes should be, are black—can such eyes really see anything?
Although Doro had doubts in his heart, he seemed to understand something after hearing the girl's words.

"You are...a goddess!"

"Yes, my dear hero!" The girl hugged Doro tightly, tears welling in her eyes. "I have been waiting for you for so long!"

The goddess watches over her hero, the hero she has chosen, and she has been watching over him for a long time.

There were many questions the three people present had, and they all had many doubts to ask, but her words guided their attention in a different direction.

"A long time...but I'm only in my thirties!"

The time scale of immortal beings is different. This can be seen from Mohe's previous attitude. She didn't care about the scale of ten or a hundred years at all. She has lived in many units measured in "ten thousand years". Therefore, more than thirty years is really too short.

It was so brief that Moher himself wouldn't have cared much about it, and correspondingly, the goddess probably felt the same way.

But she said "a long time".

For an eternal life form, how long exactly is considered "a long time"?

The girl released Doro, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "My hero, I know you have many questions in your heart, and I will slowly answer them for you..."

Her gaze was extremely serious: "Although there are some important things to do, time is not that urgent. I can answer all your questions. You probably don't understand why I said I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Doro nodded, while the other two girls watched them with considerable wariness.

“You are indeed only thirty years old, but, my hero,” a look of longing appeared in her eyes, “I have been waiting for you for more than ten thousand years. Not just ten thousand years.”

Shock was evident on the faces of both Shady and Fickel, but Doro remained remarkably calm, seemingly unmoved: "Waiting for me? Waiting for someone like me?"

“No, no, it’s not about waiting for someone like you, it’s you, only you, the only one.” Yulia looked at Doro with deep affection. Her eyes didn’t seem to be lying; her strange pupils revealed a unique sincerity. “I don’t know if Mordor has told you anything about me.”

"...She said that."

How did she introduce me?

"It is said that you chose to guide the life you created, and as a result, you are destined to be devoured by the life you created and then die."

Yulia nodded: "That's a pretty objective assessment, although I don't think she's any better... However, my hero, you should know something deeper. I didn't answer Mordor's question back then, but I can give you the answer to this question."

"what?"

The goddess did not answer the demon king's question.

This undoubtedly piques people's curiosity, and even Doroyue couldn't possibly say, "I have absolutely no interest in this."

That's obviously nonsense.

Julia's gaze wavered slightly, as if she were recalling something from the past: "Speaking of which, before that, I had a question for you: how did Mordor describe the relationship between her and me?"

She said you two used to be lovers.

"……real?"

“Really. But she also said that nothing lasts forever, and things that seem like they will never change at the time will eventually change.”

"Is that so?" Yulia's expression was somewhat complicated, making it difficult to understand her thoughts. She thought of Moher, whom she had just met. When Moher spoke to her, he didn't have the tone one would use when talking to a lover—was it because he was just Yulia's evil spirit?

She suppressed the thought and continued, "Once, when our paths had irrevocably diverged in two directions, Mordor asked me why I had to go to the heavens. If it was just about fighting, the earth could be a battlefield, and the ocean could be a battlefield—there was no reason for me to create the heavens. At that time, I did not answer Mordor."

"So, why is that?"

"Because I saw you."

"……what?"

“This may sound incredible, Mr. Doro,” Julia spread her hands. “Having a certain ability to control destiny, I can know to some extent what the future will look like. Of course, Mordor was able to do something similar later on, but I shouldn’t be able to see such a distant future.”

Her gaze shone brightly: "But at that time, I did see you. I saw you just like you are now. Perhaps it was just a dream, perhaps it was a feeling that transcended time, perhaps... In any case, from that moment on, I knew that I should wait for you, that I should part ways with Mordor, that you would never like me like that—so I left the earth, created the heavens, and have remained there ever since..."

Her eyes shone with such brightness and anticipation, as if she had seen the most precious treasure in the world: "As my death approached, I knew better than anyone that you were about to be born, that you were about to come and save me—so, although the approach of death terrified me, I still waited for your arrival, and now, you have finally come before me." At this point, tears welled up in Yulia's eyes again: "To see you... all my years of waiting and perseverance have finally..."

“No, there are too many things that don’t make sense.” Xia Di couldn’t help but say, “Why didn’t you show up when Mohe was here? Why did you have to appear in front of us right after Mohe parted ways? What makes you think you’re the goddess Julia? What if you are the so-called ‘blessing’ that Mohe used to kill the goddess?”

Faced with Shadi's questioning, Julia's expression turned cold: "Saint Shadi."

Her tone suddenly turned as cold as winter, as if it could freeze people into ice: "As my apostle, you plotted against my hero, causing him to suffer such pain. And now, my hero has brought you to the heavens, and instead of being grateful, you dare to question the relationship between me and my hero. You deserve to die."

As they spoke, the accessory that Moh had given to Shati began to lose its effectiveness, and the divine power flowed out of Shati's body.

"Hold on."

Doro grasped Julia's hand, and the loss of divine power within Shadi ceased.

"Since it's the hero's decision, I will naturally obey. I've been waiting for you all along!"

Her tone suddenly shifted from the chill of winter to the warmth of spring, even carrying a hint of sweetness: "Ah... I'm so scared to see you by my side... My hero, I'm so scared that this is still the dream I've had countless times in the past, that this is still an illusion that will vanish when I open my eyes... I've always wanted to hold you like this!"

She hugged Doro again: "Although this is willful, and like I'm being spoiled, please... allow me to be a little more spoiled."

Is this what a goddess is like?

Fickel watched the figure carrying Doro—although Shady indeed had no right to question the goddess and Doro, Shady's doubts were not unfounded…why did this goddess appear after Moh left instead of meeting Moh directly? Could it be that she was afraid of meeting Moh?
Moreover, the most important issue is... Moher is certain that the goddess is dead.

What exactly is this right now?
Doro didn't seem to have any intention of pushing the other away.

“Moh said you are dead, and you just said you were waiting for death to come. So, you are indeed dead. And now you…”

“If Mordor were here, she would probably say that I am Julia’s evil spirit,” she said honestly. “I am Julia’s last act of self-salvation when death came, and she resented the curse she had created on life.”

She wasn't lying at all, but upon hearing this, Doro, Shady, and Fickel instinctively questioned her words. Who would casually call themselves an "evil spirit"?
Doro carefully chose his words: "So, Miss Evil Spirit, you came to us because..."

Yulia opened her mouth, her expression suddenly turning very bitter, then as if she had figured something out, she smiled with relief and said to Doro, "I had something I wanted to ask you, but now I don't need to."

Doro frowned: "Why is that?"

"It was only now that I realized that tens of thousands of years ago, when I first saw you, I had already fallen in love with you. At this moment, being able to see you again is enough to make me happy. And I also know once again what kind of person I have chosen, what kind of being my hero is, and that the life I love is indeed the person I like and admire the most... Therefore, I will not ask you to do anything, nor will I make things difficult for you."

Her smile was as sweet as before, even sweeter than before: "Only after seeing you have I finally understood the feeling of 'not having lived in vain' that short-lived people always like to talk about, and I finally understand what it means to 'die without regrets.' My hero..." She reached out and touched Doro's face, "If I had seen you before death came, I think I would have died peacefully, with a smile on my face, in your gaze, in your blessing, instead of feeling this anger, resentment, and curse... But thankfully... it's not too late."

Her body gradually turned into specks of light.

Doro's expression finally changed. He suddenly reached out to grab Julia, but only managed to grab empty air.

Behind the curtain, the three people fell silent instantly.

After a long while, Doro finally said, "What is this?"

The two girls could not answer her.

He muttered to himself, "Suddenly appearing in front of me, suddenly saying those words, and then suddenly disappearing... Is that all she has to say? Is this what a goddess is like?"

Doro could not accept it.

He should possess power surpassing that of Moher!

He should have the right to be willful! He's powerful; he should be able to make the world turn the way he wants, regardless of whether it's on Earth or in the heavens. He can't accept the goddess's abrupt appearance, her sudden confession, and her equally abrupt departure! What does she take him for?

Then Dorro emerged from behind the curtain.

Thus, his momentum began to rise.

"Moher! Come to my side!"

His voice instantly shook the heavens.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the girl with long, jet-black hair came to his side.

She lifted her maid's skirt and bowed respectfully to Doro: "What are your orders, my dear master?"

The surrounding "angels" had all gathered around, and the strange weapons that Moh had mentioned earlier were now aimed at the two of them. However, neither Moh nor Doro seemed to see them at all.

“I saw Yulia’s evil spirit. After saying something incomprehensible to me, she said goodbye—saying that she had lived a worthwhile life and could die without regrets. I cannot accept this outcome. I need your power.”

Mohe understood the evil spirit's actions, and her expression became very respectful: "Of course, this is your will, my respected master. Your most loyal servant will carry out your will. I will help you capture that undead spirit, and how you choose is naturally your freedom."

A subtle rune rose from her internal organs and then floated into the sky; it was the part of Moher that symbolized the dead. It was usually engraved on her kidneys.

"The dead will be guided by my symbols and come to me uncontrollably. This area should be the entire celestial realm."

At the same time, the angels launched an attack, releasing pure white light from the eerie weapon, illuminating and engulfing the space with a white ocean.

(End of this chapter)