The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 523: Volume 12: The Burning Demon Flame, - 14: Pleasing

Chapter 523: Volume 12: The Burning Demon Flame, Chapter 14: Pleasing

The astute Finitz immediately understood the situation, in this group, the main players were surely Komer who had brought her back, and the two silent women standing there. While she handed the Ironwood Knife to Burianos, she bashfully approached Eve and stopped in front of her, "Is this Sister Eve? Finitz is not very sensible, and I must ask Sister Eve to be patient with me. Your skin is really smooth, unmatched even by the Swamp Elves of our Elf Clan. This is a Water Spirit Crystal given to me by the Swamp Elves; it is said that keeping it close to one’s body can maintain the skin’s moisture. If Sister Eve could wear it, surely you would remain eternally youthful."

Eve saw the oval crystal held in the hands of the elf girl, glinting and shimmering with multicolored light, even indoors, which cast the girl’s pale pink palms in an extraordinarily dazzling light. Eve didn’t know whether she should accept this apparently expensive gift.

She didn’t quite like this overly sweet-talking girl, and of course, she didn’t know that these words had been specifically taught to the elf girl by Komer on their way here. But catching Komer’s approving gaze, Eve hesitated; it would be a lie to say that the Water Spirit Crystal had no appeal to a girl who loved beauty, but accepting such a gift from someone else would probably mean accepting the person as well, and yet the hostility in Grace’s eyes was obvious. Eve didn’t want to upset her relationship with Grace over this.

"Eve, accept it, this is also a token of Finitz’s sincerity," Komer, realizing Eve’s hesitation, stepped in to smoothen things over. Indeed, Grace shifted her gaze away from Eve with an unhappy huff.

After Eve thanked Finitz and accepted the Water Spirit Crystal, Finitz, with a sweet smile, approached Grace, "You must be Sister Grace. I heard from Brother Komer on the way here that Sister Grace has the best figure. If I could have just half of your figure, I bet I’d wake up laughing from my sleep. Sister Grace, can you teach me how to get a figure as fabulous as yours? Oh, and I heard from Brother Komer that Sister Grace has the strongest swordsmanship and the fastest flight magic. This is a Kapok Cloak woven from the silk vines of the unique kapok trees in the great forest; it can not only enhance the effects of flight magic but also resist Fire Magic. I think Sister Grace is the perfect fit for this cloak. Could you honor me by accepting this gift from Finitz?"

Komer had to admit that this elf girl’s comprehension skills were extraordinarily strong. He merely introduced the preferences, personalities, and tempers of each member of his little group during the trip, and the girl immediately asked him to figure out how to make the other companions accept her.

Of course, the gifts had been selected by Komer; aside from the Water Spirit Crystal and the Ironwood Knife, which were the girl’s, the Kapok Cloak was bought from a magic equipment shop near the Morsonas Monument District for three thousand gold shields. Additionally, the gifts for Havier and Bayezid were costly purchases from Komer, but he had to pretend they were generous offerings from Finitz, unrelated to him.

Grace really wanted to refuse the gift, but under Komer’s gaze filled with a special meaning, and the fact that the cloak indeed had a strong appeal for her as a speed-pride assassin, she reluctantly accepted the white cloak delivered into her hands after several changes in her expression.

After Grace accepted Finitz’s Kapok Cloak, the previously somewhat chilly atmosphere in the room immediately warmed up a few degrees. Lome was indifferent to the bottle of Green Spirit Frost given by Finitz, made exclusively by the Forest Elf for their own use, but Havier and Bayezid happily accepted a pair of Kapok Boots that increased flying speed and a set of Scale Silk Armor that could improve personal defense.

The Green Spirit Frost naturally could only be used by women and helped maintain shiny, soft hair, an item that women found particularly appealing. As for the other two items, although not particularly magical or expensive, they were quite practical pieces of magic equipment.

The Kapok Boots were quite tall, capable of covering the entire lower leg, providing effective protection against ground-based Fire Magic attacks; the Scale Silk Armor, made from the scales of the Burrowing Insect, a magical beast from the ancient forest, was very smooth and resistant to metal weapon attacks, offering great assistance in close combat.

If it was not for Prague, the City of Magic, Komer would have had trouble gathering so many suitable gifts in such a short time. Tailoring the needs for different people was no easy task for Komer. Fortunately, it was the Magic Competition period, and many magic equipment, magic tools, and magic tool merchants were attracting customers with their signature items, allowing Komer to assemble these gifts in a short time, though it cost him tremendously.

After such a hassle, the elf girl was finally able to join the temporary team as she wished. Komer didn’t know how long such a team could last; would Eve and Grace still travel with him and accept his help after his identity was revealed? Komer was uncertain, but it seemed unnecessary to worry about that for now; at least they had to get to Rosenborg before discussing anything else.

When Komer sat up in bed, opening his eyes from meditation, he found Lome sitting motionless by his side, looking at him with a peculiar gaze – a mix of familiarity and strangeness, an expression of deep-seated grievance that flickered in her beautiful eyes. Yet to Komer, it was strikingly clear.

He beckoned for Lome to come and sit beside him, knowing he had somewhat neglected this young girl who had always been by his side these days.

Having had much of her memory wiped, Lome was very much like an innocent girl untouched by worldly matters. However, removing her memories didn’t mean she never had any experiences. The imprints hidden in her subconscious still endowed her with an unusual sharpness and intuition, and in matters of emotion, she’s never one to hide her true feelings – with her lack of worldly experience, she couldn’t conceal anything even if she wanted to.

"Lome, what’s the matter? I’ve noticed you’ve been in low spirits these past couple of days. Are you facing any problems with your cultivation?" Komer could certainly sense the girl’s depressive mood next to him, and he deliberately steered the conversation away from the subject.

"Great Sage, you can feel what’s in Lome’s heart, I know. Lome doesn’t like Grace, nor does she like Eve, and even less so that Finitz. Lome doesn’t understand why the Great Sage insists on staying here. Can’t we go back? Mr. Rebry and Solonberg are waiting for us. We should continue our journey. This magic competition doesn’t seem to have much value to us," Lome said with her lips trembling slightly in grievance, her pale cheeks even quivering mildly.

"Lome, you are mistaken. As magic practitioners, having the opportunity to witness the magic skills of various sects and factions is a chance that doesn’t come by often. Although their magic skills might not be the same as what we practice, witnessing the collision and competition of different schools of magic will be of great reference value when we encounter similar situations in the future," he said.

Komer’s expression grew solemn. "You see, the dark magic we practice and the light magic are naturally opposed, but the magical energies between them are not inherently non-transferrable. How to transfer them requires our own exploration and discovery, and these various magic performances might just provide us with an opportunity to uncover the mysteries between magics."

After pausing for a while, Komer seemed to realize he was being too stern and, looking at the girl with tear-filled eyes, he sighed softly before speaking again: "Come, Lome, your mind seems a bit unsettled lately. It’s time to put on this Yingluo; wearing it, your mind will be calmer, and it will allow your mana to flow more smoothly."

Komer took out the Yingluo from his bosom, a pale yellow glowing with radiance in the palm of his hand, strung on a red silk thread, exceedingly beautiful.

Perhaps it was the sight of the Yingluo, like the summer sky, that seemed to instantly improve Lome’s mood and complexion. Her face, once veiled with tears, now glowed with rosy allure, emanating the tempting charm of a bud about to bloom. "Is this Yingluo prepared by the Great Sage for Lome? Did you go to see Finitz this time to retrieve this Yingluo? Is it important to you, or is Lome important to you?" she asked.

Looking calmly into the excited, blissful eyes of Lome, now enchanting and brimming with the vibrancy of youth, Komer knew that his response at this moment was extremely important to the girl, and that inattention might even lead to serious consequences. He spoke slowly, "Lome, you should be aware of your place in my heart. It isn’t necessary to express importance through words or deeds, but rather it should be felt with the heart. You are a very special girl, and I hope you are not blinded by tedious worldliness. No matter what I do with others, in my heart, Lome is always Lome, irreplaceable by anyone."

To find that he could articulate such ambiguous words that seemed akin to both a confession and an explanation in such classical language surprised Komer himself. It was as if he had returned to those carefree days of eloquence, effortlessly capturing the hearts of young girls.

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