The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 515: Volume 12: The Burning Demon Flame, - 6: Provoke

Chapter 515: Volume 12: The Burning Demon Flame, Chapter 6: Provoke

The worsening injuries of Burianos and Grace plunged everyone’s spirits into a deep valley.

The yin fire within Burianos’ body was ignited once again. Although Burianos had restrained his power during the battle, and the earlier treatment from Komer had given him a chance to catch his breath, the fierce combat had inevitably triggered the underlying disease in his body.

Grace’s situation seemed even worse. The enemy assassin’s sword had nearly been fatal in her torso. If Komer hadn’t timely lent a hand, Grace might have already been lying in a heap of graves.

Although Eve’s healing magic had helped her recover from external injuries, her wounds were agitated once more when she forcefully clashed with a magic shield created by three enemy mages. But these weren’t even the worst part. The assassin that wounded Grace was clearly a nefariously cunning fellow, having coated his blade with a paralytic toxin and catalyzing it with magic to significantly accelerate the spread of the poison.

This venom was even more formidable than those that directly lead to death because most lethal venoms cannot be catalyzed by magic. Fighters adept in close combat had usually consumed some antidotes to resist such toxins. Additionally, poisons that lead to death tend to act slowly and are easy to treat. Truly fast-acting and difficult-to-treat lethal poisons were rare on the Blue Continent.

The poison in Grace’s system, however, was derived from animal saliva, and particularly catalyzed with specialized water-based magic, enhancing its spreading capability. Even though Grace exerted all her power to suppress the toxicity, she still couldn’t stop its proliferation.

When Komer and his group emerged from the Bohemia Ministry of Internal Affairs, Grace was already having difficulty moving her body. Komer even felt that Grace’s facial expressions had become somewhat stiff, which attested to the severity of the poison’s effect.

All others had left the room, leaving only the recently arrived Komer and the helpless Eve and Lome. Although Lome had no affection for the naked girl lying on the bed, out of duty as a comrade, she tried her best to help. Sadly, despite all efforts by Eve and Lome, they were unable to control the spread of the poison in Grace’s body, which even reached her lower half because her legs were also slightly cut in the enemy’s final strike. The external wound was not serious, but it became another source of poison.

When Komer entered the room, Grace, lying on the bed, blushed a peculiar crimson almost all over, presenting herself naked before a man. Even with her straightforward and generous nature, she couldn’t accept it, but now she was unable to move, and her two companions were clearly out of options, the fine sweat on their foreheads proving they were powerless in this unprecedented situation.

Komer, who walked into the room, was prepared mentally, but was still shaken by the exotic spectacle that confronted him. The smooth jade-like body before him, like a masterpiece from an artist, was displayed before him — Komer had seen the female form before, even Lome had been exposed to his gaze in some unsavory dark thoughts, but the body before him was utterly different from Lome’s.

If Lome’s body was graceful, delicate, petite, and silky smooth, exuding a peaceful static beauty, then the body before him was robust, symmetrical, ample, and solid, filled with a dynamic allure that incited carnal desire.

The blood-stained undergarments strewn beside the bed added an indescribable sense of agitation.

Below her wasp waist, her round and full buttocks were the focal point of Komer’s gaze, enough to rouse in any normal man the impulse to lunge and press down — and Komer was no exception. He had to discreetly use psychic magic to temper the tide of his surging desire. In the presence of Eve and Lome, he needed to maintain a necessary decorum, at least under the circumstances.

To Eve and Lome, it seemed as if Komer regained his usual composure after a brief pause. Although there was still an undeniable admiration and praise in his gaze, mixed with a bit of desire, that wasn’t strange — any man who saw such a scene without reaction would be either a castrato or an undead. That Komer had such willpower and comportment was already very satisfying to Eve and Lome.

Komer’s attention quickly turned to the sources of the poison on Grace’s body. The wounds had already healed under the White Magic and Light Magic treatment of Eve and Lome, leaving behind only faint scars. There were many scars on Grace’s body, of various widths and depths, clearly marks from previous battles.

However, these two scars were somewhat different; a newly healed wound should typically reveal a healthy, tender red, but these scars exuded an odd cyan-gray color, clearly indicating some kind of poisoning. This cyan-gray color radiated outward from the two wounds, resembling an unhealthy haze of gray mist.

"Grace, how are you feeling?" His fingers gently pressed on Grace’s lower abdomen, chest, thigh, and neck as Komer’s calm gaze rested on her face.

"Hmm, I only feel it in my neck, it feels like there’s a coolness slowly spreading outwards. I can’t resist its spread even with my Fighting Qi, and I’m slowly losing sensation." Grace gradually calmed down too. She was naturally a straightforward and generous girl, and under Komer’s serene expression, she managed to set aside some of her restlessness.

"Komer, is it serious? Is there anything we can do?" Eve was the one who cared most about Grace. In the entire Black Rose Mercenary Group, only the two of them remained, and their relationship had always been very close. She dreaded these situations where she felt utterly helpless.

Komer retracted his fingers, frowning deeply. The poison seemed to be spreading quite rapidly; normally, with Grace’s physique and the aid of Fighting Qi, one would be able to suppress or at least slow the spread of the poison. However, the current situation was not so, the poison was spreading alarmingly fast. Perhaps the enemy had enhanced the venom with magic; if no measures were taken soon, he feared Grace might truly be in mortal peril.

"Grace, there’s something peculiar about your constitution. Are you not a mortal, or perhaps you have the lineage of another race, like the Elf Clan?" His gaze fixed intently on Grace’s face, Komer suddenly asked.

Underneath her bare skin, Grace involuntarily shuddered, lowering her eyelids with a melancholic hue tinting her face before she finally responded, "My mother was of the Elf Clan, and my father, perhaps he was a mortal."

Everyone there, including Eve, had never seen such a look on the face of the always brave girl who never flinched even when faced with death. Komer realized he might have touched on a deep-seated pain within her and heaved a silent sigh, quickly changing the subject, "I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked that question. But your constitution is quite unique. Mortals wouldn’t normally show such symptoms—it’s only the Elf Clan, who are especially sensitive to poisons, that would react this way. That’s why I asked."

"Komer, does having Elf Clan blood mean there’s no solution?" The young female priest asked hastily, clearly anxious, having become completely flustered.

"No, Eve, I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I need to treat the problem accordingly. Only by understanding the full situation can I make the right judgment. This is where the art of medicine differs from the practice of magical healing," he said with a slight smile, glancing at the priestess whose face was filled with worry.

Eve’s face turned slightly red, evidently embarrassed by the teasing tone in Komer’s words. As a priestess, or Shepherd, being unable to assure safety to her companion was indeed awkward. Nonetheless, it was unfair to blame her; her magical healing skills were still only at the Shepherd level, and even a full-fledged Priest would likely be helpless against such a biological poison, let alone a faux priestess like herself.

"Alright, don’t worry too much. Grace’s injuries are severe, but still not beyond the abilities of the suave and debonair me. I’m actually hoping to win over Grace’s heart with this heroic rescue. If only Eve, you were lying here injured like Grace, how wonderful that would be!" Perhaps feeling the mood was a bit somber, Komer purposefully lightened the atmosphere with a joke, glancing at Grace lying on the bed and then taking a peek at Eve’s body beneath her priestly robe.

This remark immediately caused a slight quiver in Grace’s body, and a blush spread again across her skin from her neck. It seemed her Elf Clan heritage made her particularly sensitive to such verbal teasing. Grace knew she had never been like this before—it was only in the presence of this young man that she found herself reacting in such a way.

Eve, on the other hand, was even more bashfully embarrassed. The man’s somewhat presumptuous words stirred something deep within her, leaving her feeling anxious yet seemingly expectant. Even Eve herself couldn’t quite identify what these emotions signified.

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