The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 230 - 4: Treasure Storage

Looking at the mysterious mage with a gaze full of indignant defiance mixed with a hint of disgust, the Puppet Mage couldn’t restrain himself and desired to tear off the veil covering her face. "Mr. Mihailovich, let me do it. I also want to see how this Mage of the Bright Holy Teaching managed to infiltrate our group. Judging by her appearance, she must hold some status within the Church of Light," he said.

With a wave of Rebry’s hand, the mysterious mage, now powerless to resist, had a flash of terror in her eyes as her veil floated to the ground, revealing a pale, expressionless face. Everyone was taken aback; it was a face that looked as if it were dead, its brows furrowed and eyes wide—if not for the lively movement of her eyes, she would have seemed more like a corpse.

"Hmm, it seems Light Mages also like to hide their faces. How interesting," Komer said, motioning Rebry to step aside as he approached. Squatting down, he knelt on one knee before the still writhing mysterious mage, locked eyes with her, and nodded. He reached out and traced a finger down her somewhat pale cheek, and waves of spasms passed from his hand. "Stop it! Get your filthy hands off me, you demons!" she exclaimed.

Startled for a moment, Komer shook his head, his smile becoming ever more friendly. "Heh, it seems we all appear as unforgivable demons in her eyes. I wonder why Miss Lome deigned to mix with the likes of us. Is it to probe for information, or for some other purpose? It doesn’t seem like we warrant such attention from the Church of Light," he mused.

Ignoring her attempt to evade his touch, Komer’s fingers skillfully slid down to her neck. He quickly found what he was looking for beneath her collar—a very thin and delicate layer of skin. His fingers felt around and unhooked the connection, gently making a cut, and the piece of skin shrank into a ball with a "swoosh." Her true skin, fair and delicate, was suddenly exposed. Komer continued his examination face to face for a while without removing his hand from her chest. Not even breaking a sweat, he then slowly unhooked her tightly fastened brassiere amidst her nearly frantic gaze before calmly withdrawing his hand.

The face that appeared almost twisted with distortion was still lively and adorable. Except for a slightly paler complexion, the face could be said to be as flawless as an angel—her small, cute, and pert nose, lips rosy red although a bit pale from extreme tension and fear, two rows of feathery lashes over eyes clear and bright as black diamonds penetrating one’s very soul. Particularly notable was a beauty mark by her left lip, like a dot of ink that added a touch of glamour to her otherwise innocent and lovely face. It was like a chaste and unapproachable virtuous woman suddenly dressed in revealing clothes, exuding the allure of both an angel and a devil.

"Respectable Mage Lome, could you tell us your real name and identity? I believe a name as inconspicuous as Lome cannot possibly be your real one. Are you the Saintess or the Archpriest of the Bright Holy Teaching, or perhaps a Guardian Saint?" Komer asked lightly, sniffing his finger that had just touched her. He ignored her visibly angry expression as if she was about to bite her lips in rage. "Hmm, the rare Dragon Gall Fragrance. You truly are a significant figure; even the pleasures you enjoy are distinct from others. If it weren’t for the ’Madness Mist’ in this Ancient Castle revealing your cover, we may have been sold out by you without even realizing where we went wrong. We ought to thank the designers of Damarlinsk Castle for arranging this gift for us, hahahaha!"

"Madness Mist?!" Everyone, including Rebry, came to a sudden realization. No wonder they all felt a bit unsettled and impulsive—while the mist had little impact on cultivators of the Dark series, being a stimulant, it nonetheless had some effect on everyone. Of course, for cultivators of other disciplines, this substance would unquestionably act as an irresistible stimulant while leaving them unusually sensitive and excited without impairing their judgment—a perfect trap designed specifically for non-Dark series cultivators.

"Lord, are you sure she is from the Church of Light?" Mihailovich was always very cautious about this matter. Although he deeply resented her for destroying one of his meticulously crafted Skeleton Warriors, the implication of the Church of Light sending someone to infiltrate their expedition was worth more attention. He didn’t want to become a constant focus of the Church of Light.