The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 788: Volume Twenty-four: Beacon Smoke Linking Camps, - One: Counter Current

Chapter 788: Volume Twenty-four: Beacon Smoke Linking Camps, Chapter One: Counter Current

Tracy felt a cold starting from her head down to the soles of her feet, an icy chill that penetrated her bones.

In fact, before coming to the Caucasus, she had considered all possibilities, mulling over various humiliations she might face, but she had no choice. Her father’s cold gaze made it clear to her that if she couldn’t achieve the desired effect with Komer this time, her return to Cyprus might also end miserably.

Tracy knew her father’s personality very well. The series of adverse events over the last two years had made her father’s temper quite solitary and volatile, often associating unrelated issues and venting his anger on others. Komer’s rising reputation in the Caucasus was particularly irritating to her father, and the unfortunate target of his anger was undoubtedly herself. Everything stemmed from her own actions, step by step leading to the present, while Komer’s triumph could only fuel her father’s fury, making her an unintended frequent target of his wrath. Therefore, this trip to the Caucasus was not one she could avoid.

From the moment she set foot in Mattdam, Tracy realized she probably no longer possessed the charm of the old days. But she was unwilling to give up hope, her demands were not high—as long as she could stall Komer’s actions for a period of time as her father requested, she believed that as long as she could meet with Komer, using her charm to captivate Komer was not impossible. The last time she accompanied Hoffman on a visit to the Caucasus, Tracy had noticed a look of hatred in Komer’s eyes, a deep-seated animosity, yet not directed at her, but at Hoffman. This was enough evidence that she still held a place in Komer’s mind, and it was the only asset Tracy could rely on.

But having waited in Mattdam for a week, almost falling into complete despair, Komer finally arrived belatedly. A foreboding feeling enveloped Tracy, but the situation didn’t seem as bad as she’d thought. That familiar greed and desire in Komer’s eyes couldn’t escape her understanding of men’s psychology. Her body still held a great attraction for him. Seeing that look, Tracy’s mood finally settled slightly, this was her only chance for a turnaround.

Everything proceeded along the path Tracy had laid out, and it didn’t go beyond her expectations. After several bouts of soft and sweet seduction, Komer eventually succumbed below her various charms, lying at her feet. In bed, Komer was still as brave and wild as ever. The stormy impact brought an extreme thrill, and a brief daze left Tracy somewhat perplexed. She couldn’t remember why she had been so indifferent to kicking Komer away. Was it weariness or fatigue, or the need for new stimulation?

It seemed to be none of these. The only reason seemed to lie with that guy from the Heine Family, but all her painstaking efforts had only garnered a brief night’s amusement. No, it could not even be called amusement. That guy was completely useless, a half-castrated man, born with a handsome face, yet so utterly ineffective. She couldn’t understand how she could be so blindly infatuated with such a useless wretch at the time, doing such incredible things for such a eunuch, stepping wrong once and then making mistakes at every turn, just like that.

What happened later? Things just went blandly from there on. Tracy was not one to regret. If a mistake was made, it was made. There was nothing worth regretting, but this time she had indeed made a grave mistake, so much so that the gods seemed to want to punish her, making her come to the Caucasus. Was this redemption? Tracy thought despairingly; that would be far too cruel.

Just when Tracy thought she had successfully captivated Komer’s heart and soul after several nights of revelry, Komer suddenly left without saying goodbye. The insanely angry Tracy did not know how to curse that damn guy, but those damn Half-Beastmen kept her strictly confined here. Tracy originally thought Komer wanted to take revenge on her in this manner, she even hoped one day Komer would reappear and long for her body again. It wasn’t until news of the Caucasus Army’s massive attack on Homer reached her ears that she realized how awfully wrong she had been, and Komer’s vengeful heart was so strong that he would use such methods against her.

Tracy drifted through the days in a daze, the despair emanating from within sapping her thinking power. She didn’t know how to face the world, the thought of her father’s cold, gloomy eyes made her shudder, and now it seemed even that was to be no more. Could Homer survive the mad onslaught of the Caucasus Army? Tracy did not know. All she could do was "bless" that damn Komer with curses from the bottom of her heart.

"What did you say?!" The furious Komer was almost ready to rip apart Maha Gummi’s beautiful white silk shirt, and the fierce light flickering in his eyes wandered over Maha Gummi’s somewhat guilty face, "Why am I only hearing about this now? What were you doing before? Are you trying to ruin me?"

"I’m sorry, Sir, this matter really isn’t our fault. We’ve been monitoring the movements of the Church of Light, but we didn’t expect Onia to have such influence over Vazinsky. Vazinsky even agreed to Onia’s proposal for Philip, and Hoffman must have played a key role in it too. Otherwise, they couldn’t have assembled such a large group of Mages in such a short span of time. Their speed of arrival also exceeded our expectations, leaving Marco almost the same day, reaching Cyprus by yesterday. Our people have done their best."

Maha Gummi wore a look of shame. No one had expected that the main force of the Court Mage Group, which Hoffman regarded as a life-saving ace, would return to Nicosia from Marco all of a sudden, and they had almost made no unnecessary stops, taking a direct route from Godeburg through Cyprus at such a rapid pace that it was almost akin to a forced march. Clearly, there was a problem.

Confined in Godeburg, Hoffman had never agreed to the plan for the Court Mage Group to support Homer, and the main strength of the Nicosia Court Mage Group had returned to Marco due to the rise of the Salvation Society in the north. It seemed that the Court Mage Group was excluded from this war, but no one had anticipated such a significant oversight could happen. Fortunately, Maha Gummi had also deployed spies in Marco to keep a close watch on every move of the Church of Light, allowing the news to be relayed back at the fastest speed. Otherwise, once the war escalated, an unexpected turn could lead to a fundamental reversal of the entire battle situation.

Releasing the grip on Maha Gummi’s shirt, Komer forced himself to calm down. He knew he had lost composure, but the drastic change in the situation had indeed unsettled him. He had thought the victory was assured, but now, a major disturbance had surfaced unexpectedly. The Court Mage Group was not a weak force, and its joining on Homer’s side could potentially rally various forces, including the northern lords. The presence of the Court Mage Group in Cyprus would greatly inspire the morale of Homer’s remnants, and its own power was equally terrifying. His once flawless plan now had a huge gap punctured by the intervention of the Nicosia Court Mage Group.

"Well played, Hoffman, I still underestimated you," he snorted contemptuously, "At a critical moment, you pull this trick on me. The Romanov family always liked these ploys—good, it saves me the trouble of finding excuses later. What is meant to come will eventually arrive, might as well have a thorough showdown now!"

Barely suppressing his severe words through clenched teeth, Komer knew he was somewhat blustering. The Nirvana Knight Regiment was now eyeing the northern Busen Plain, and Poznan and Silesia were engaged in intense warfare. The situation was urgent, and delaying could only deepen his own disadvantage. Now, about to launch the final battle and with the Court Mage Group’s involvement, did he still have confidence in victory?

"Mihailovich, how do you think our Caucasian Mage Group will fare against the Court Mage Group in battle? Do we have the strength to fight them?" Komer needed an expert to comprehensively evaluate the current powers of both sides.

"I’m sorry to say that I don’t have much confidence in our Caucasian Mage Group. Even with you, Lord, joining the battle personally, it would be difficult to turn the tide. Mr. Maha Gummi has informed us that besides Onia, there are also three Archmage Level Light Saints who have accompanied the Court Mage Group to Cyprus. Apart from you and me, it seems we can’t find anyone else capable of contending with them at that level. Clarence, Sheferley, and the three Dark Mages are still slightly lacking in power, not to mention that their Mages and Magicians are far more numerous than ours," Mihailovich stated candidly, knowing it was not the time to play with words.

Komer’s face showed changing expressions, finding Mihailovich’s blunt words somewhat hard to accept. But upon deeper reflection, the Caucasian Mage Group only had a rough framework to begin with. Besides himself and Mihailovich, there were just a few Mages who had defected from the Homer Mage Corps and some supporting Dark Mages, hardly any other magic power. This assembly might be competitively acceptable if it were a one-on-one fight, but in a large-scale military combat requiring collective strength, his force was clearly inadequate compared to the Court Mage Group.

Komer regretted his impulsiveness. If he had been a bit more cautious and sought more support from the Great Mysterium Sect, maybe he would still have a fighting chance. But now... Komer shook his head with a bitter smile. That was impossible too. Once the reinforcements from Poznan and Silesia were fully gathered, he feared that no matter how powerful his Mage support was, it would all be in vain.

What should he do now?

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