webnovelfull Chapter 481 Finally, Aita, the catgirl who is no longer just living in memories
Chapter 481 Finally, Aita, the catgirl who is no longer just living in memories
Gray had nothing to say about the orcs who were deeply moved by the fact that the war was finally over.
Their problem was solved; the flames of war and the cultists who had been burning down the factions had been completely wiped out.
But what Gray needs to do, what he needs to solve, concerns his own survival, the White Scales, and even the Demon Clan, humanity, and the entire world.
His problem is not yet solved. Helping the orcs fight the cultists is only to clean up the demon cult so that Sita, Aita and their servants can free up their hands to gather the entire Shadow Court's fighting force.
Gray turned around, glancing at the catgirl Aita, who seemed incredibly excited and could probably write tens of thousands of words to reminisce and express her longing, before turning to the more reliable, taciturn demon girl, Sita, and asking:
"Sita, the red-haired mad brat has been dealt with. Confirm that all high-ranking cultists from the Flame and Burn factions have been dealt with?"
Sita immediately replied respectfully, "The archbishop and two bishops have been defeated. There may still be remnants of the lower-ranking cultists remaining..."
Gray added, "I also dealt with a cult camp guarding the valley entrance, a few scattered groups of cultists. Even if some remnants remain, they are more than enough to be handled by the orc warriors of Shad Mountain..."
Upon hearing this, Sita quickly understood Gray's meaning and slightly raised her head:
"You mean..."
Gray nodded slightly: "Yes, we're preparing to gather the main force and find a place. However, we've just finished clearing out the Flame and Burning faction cultists, so the servants need to rest. I'll give them a day."
The post-war cleanup will be left entirely to the orcs themselves; at most, we'll inform them that we're about to leave the Shadow Mountains.
"Lord Shadow Demon, where are we going, meow?"
At this moment, under Gray's gaze, the catgirl Etta raised her hand and grabbed the edge of her wide black robe.
With a soft tearing sound, the wide black robe that symbolized concealment was ripped off cleanly and tossed onto the scalding sand, as if she had shed a heavy shell.
The first thing that catches the eye is a head of fluffy orange hair, as if it were molten gold from a burning sunset.
The hair color was not a monotonous orange-yellow, but rather a deep amber gold from the roots to a vibrant, fiery orange-red at the ends, presenting a flowing, flame-like gradient.
His long hair was disheveled from the battle, with a few strands clinging to his smooth forehead and pale cheeks with sweat, adding to his wild and untamed look. Between the strands, a pair of fluffy, triangular cat ears, also in a warm orange hue, stood upright.
The inside of her earlobes was covered in light apricot-colored downy hair, which was now turning and twitching alertly and nimbly with her slight breathing and emotional fluctuations, capturing every subtle sound and energy fluctuation in the air.
The shadow of the hood completely dissipated, revealing a delicate face that blended a distinct blend of childishness and wildness.
Her skin was a healthy wheat color, now slightly flushed from her injuries and excitement.
Her forehead was smooth, her nose was high and delicate, and her lips were full with a natural cherry pink color, now slightly pursed due to pain. Most striking were her eyes—no longer the dark purple hidden in the shadow of the hood, but vertical pupils like molten gold or burning amber.
Those pure, fiery orange-gold vertical pupils, set against the backdrop of equally orange-toned hair and warm skin, seemed like two concentrated flames burning in their eye sockets.
They shimmered with a lively, sharp, and untamed light, as well as a pure fervor for Lord Shadow that had not yet completely faded.
Below her left eye, a thin, scabbed scar ran diagonally across her cheekbone, adding a touch of battle-hardened sharpness to her youthful face.
These orange-gold flame eyes are the most direct reflection of her soul—a fiery, pure, and wild life force.
Shedding her large black robe, her exquisite figure was fully revealed.
Slightly taller than a girl, Sita has a slender figure but possesses the explosive power of a cheetah.
She wore only a close-fitting, sleeveless short armor made of some kind of dark matte leather, with the plates covering only the key areas, revealing her sleek, powerful tan arms and flat, toned waist.
However, this vibrant beauty was destroyed by cruel scars.
A distinct burn mark with an abnormally bluish sheen was branded on the skin on the left side of the rib. Large areas of bright red abrasions, caused by high temperatures, were newly added to the right arm and shoulder. The skin was red, swollen, and blistered, with several small bloodstains from being cut by gravel. There was also an old claw mark on the outside of the left forearm, which was slightly darker than the surrounding skin.
This includes both old and new wounds.
And what cannot be ignored is, of course, her signature fluffy cat tail that extends from the back of her hips.
The tail perfectly matched the color of her hair, a warm and vibrant orange hue, with thick, glossy fur like fine brocade.
The tail is thick at the base and gradually tapers towards the tip. At this moment, it is unconsciously swaying gently from side to side behind it, with a sense of relief after surviving a disaster and a natural affinity for its owner.
The fur at the tip of the tail is the brightest, like a dancing flame.
One can imagine that when she is fighting or emotionally agitated, her tail will stand on end like a burning flag.
She wore dark leather shorts of the same material, with the hem only reaching above her knees, revealing a pair of beautifully shaped, tanned legs covered with thin muscles.
There were also some fresh abrasions and bruises on her knees and calves. Her feet were bare, her ankles slender, yet she stood firmly on the scorching sand, seemingly unconcerned about the temperature.
When the black robe was removed, what was revealed was the long-unseen figure of the catgirl, Aita.
The unified and intense orange-gold hue from head to toe, from her pupils to her hair, completely transformed her into a warm, human-shaped flame.
The scars are the marks left by the flames, the youthful face is the purity of the flame's core, and the orange-gold vertical pupils are the undying, untamed soul of this flame.
Even though she was covered in wounds, when her burning orange-gold eyes looked in Gray's direction, they still pulsated with pure faith and loyalty.
She is not merely an assassin lurking in the shadows, but a cat apostle walking on the edge of light and darkness, shrouded in flames.
Her very existence ignited the most scorching, dazzling, and undeniable flame of life in this desolate valley.
This catgirl, Aita, who only existed in memories and was occasionally mentioned, finally made her official debut.
(The seventh of the Ten Shadows, Aita, sometimes this Greek letter is transliterated as Ita, joined the Shadow Court with the dog, Chapter 72)