The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 435: Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle, - 4: Hidden Treasure

The two Dark Knights almost collapsed onto the ground; their combined strike had nearly drained all their strength. The Puppet Mage’s somewhat pale face showed signs of exhaustion, and the triple Dark Binding had also taken a toll on Rebry. However, Komer’s "Heavenly Thunder Punishment," though also a fine example of thunder-based magic, had consumed much less energy compared to the others.

At this moment, the only one seemingly unaffected was the Thin and Dry Magician Newman, who had been staring at everyone with an inexplicable look, unaware of what had caused the battle to erupt. He had been fully engaged in opening the secret door when the fight broke out and didn’t even know who had attacked whom first.

Watching the resentful, defiant gaze mixed with a hint of disdain from the Mysterious Magician, the Puppet Mage couldn’t help but want to tear off the veil draped over her face. "Mr. Mihailovich, let me do it. I too am eager to see how this esteemed Mage from the Bright Holy Teaching managed to infiltrate our team. Judging by her appearance, she must hold significant weight within the Church of Light."

With a wave of his hand, Rebry, who had lost the ability to resist, conveyed a flash of panic in his eyes as the veil fluttered to the ground, revealing a colorless, expressionless face. Everyone was taken aback; it was a face so still it would remind one of the dead if not for the eyes which were still actively moving.

"Hmm, it’s funny to see that a Light Mage also likes to hide and skulk," Komer indicated for Rebry to step aside and moved forward, kneeling on one knee before the still writhing Mysterious Magician. Their eyes met, and Komer nodded and reached out to gently trace her somewhat pale cheek, sending waves of spasms through his hands. "Stop! Take your filthy hands off me, you demons!"

Startled, Komer shook his head, the smile on his face growing warmer, "Heh, it seems that to her, we might all be unforgivable demons. I wonder why Miss Lome chose to lower herself and mingle with us. Was she trying to detect our strengths and weaknesses, or did she have other purposes? It seems that we wouldn’t normally merit such high regard from the Church of Light."

Ignoring her desperate attempts to avoid his fingers, Komer’s hands slid fluidly down her neck and quickly found what he was looking for beneath her collar; a thin and delicate patch of skin. His fingers probed the area and then with a light flick, the stretched skin retracted with a "whoosh" into a small bundle, revealing the fair and delicate skin underneath.

Thus, face to face, Komer took his time to examine her closely, his hand not withdrawing from under her collar, even continuing to untie the tightly bound brassiere amid her almost despairing gaze before casually pulling back his hand.

The almost contorted face still looked spirited and lovely, almost angelic in its perfection, save for a paler complexion. Her small and pert nose, her slightly red lips, pale perhaps from intense anxiety and fear, and two rows of lashes that framed her shining and clear eyes which seemed to penetrate deep into one’s soul.

What was most remarkable was the beauty mark, dark as ink, beside her left lip, giving an otherwise innocent face a touch of flirtatious charm, like a respectable and modest woman suddenly donning a revealing dress, embodying both angelic grace and devilish allure.

"Respected Mage Lome, could you disclose your real name and identity to us? I assume ’Lome’ is not your real name, right? Are you the Saintess or the Archpriest of the Bright Holy Teaching, or perhaps a Guardian Saint?" Komer lightly pulled back his hand to his nose, sniffing it teasingly, paying no mind to her angry expression as she nearly bit her lip in rage.

"Ah, the rare scent of Dragon Gall Fragrance. Indeed, you’re a person of importance, even the luxuries you enjoy are unique. If it weren’t for the ’Madness Mist’ of this Ancient Castle exposing you, we might have been sold out without even realizing where we went wrong. We should thank the designers of Damarlinsk Castle for orchestrating this gift for us, hahaha!"

"Madness Mist?!" Including Rebry, everyone suddenly realized the truth.

No wonder everyone felt restless and driven by impulsive desires. Although the fog had little effect on those who practiced the Dark series of magic, being a stimulant, it still had some impact on everyone; of course, it was irresistible to Cultivators of other series, making them extremely sensitive and excited without affecting their consciousness, a natural countermeasure tailored explicitly for non-Dark series Cultivators.

"Lord, are you sure she is from the Church of Light?" Mihailovich was always very cautious in this regard. Although he loathed the destruction of one of his meticulously crafted Skeleton Warriors by the opponent, the implications of the Church of Light infiltrating his expedition team were worth noting, and he did not want to become a constant focus of the Church’s attention.