The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 878: Volume 27: Whirlwind Suddenly Rises - 17: Spilled Water is Hard to Retrieve

Chapter 878: Volume 27: Whirlwind Suddenly Rises Chapter 17: Spilled Water is Hard to Retrieve

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Komer decided to leave the negotiations with the Laurent family about the development of Izmir to Puber, believing it most appropriate for Puber, who was even more Gisa-like than the actual Gisa People, to deal with those detestable sorts. As long as he could maximize the benefits for Caucasus, Komer didn’t mind what measures Puber took, so long as he enjoyed bargaining with the Gisa.

In light of the urgency of Izmir’s development, the negotiations between Puber and the Laurent family were progressing smoothly. Perhaps realizing that in the future they would rely more on Homer and Caucasus, the Laurents did not quibble over every little thing as usual in their dealings with Caucasus. Once the negotiations were successful, the Gisa People’s work efficiency was astonishing, as a large amount of funds and various advanced mining equipment seemed to have been prepared long in advance and began to flood into Izmir, so much so that even the usually demanding Puber had to admit that if it had been local merchants, starting production within two months would have been a miracle. This demonstrated the thorough preparatory work the Laurent family had put into the project.

"Make way!" Even in the study, Komer could hear the cold and proud voice from afar; the icy expression lingered only for a moment on Komer’s face before he returned to his usual composed and polite demeanor.

"What is it?" Komer asked as he walked to the entrance hall.

"Lord, Miss Tracy wishes to see you. I have already informed her that you are currently working and do not wish to see anyone. But she—he—..." The person intercepting for Komer was Finitz, his newly-appointed secretary officer, who finally replaced the often-confused Half-Beastman Guards to become the closest person to Komer in his daily work, which pleased everyone at the Lord’s Mansion and those officials and merchants who regularly dealt with the Lord’s Mansion.

"Oh, Miss Tracy is a special exception, please let her in, and close the door after her," Komer said, leaning elegantly against the entrance hall pillar with a light smile. Although they were separated by a courtyard, Komer seemed to see Finitz’s angrily pursed lips.

Tracy appeared somewhat haggard yet maintained her customary lavish elegance in her attire. However, a closer look revealed that these clothes were probably fashion from a year or two ago. For a Noble who had lost her territory, while it was not a matter of scrimping and saving, someone like Tracy, who had become worthless in Philip’s eyes and could even be considered the cause of the trouble, could hardly expect much financial support from her father.

After the battle in Homer, Komer had released Tracy from house arrest. He wasn’t concerned with her whereabouts; her fate was no longer of any relevance to Komer. Intelligence from Maha Gummi showed she had left Mattdam and returned to Cyprus, but the dire situation in Cyprus made it impossible for Tracy to stay. The likelihood of a woman who had lost everything turning to prostitution was quite high. Tracy had no choice but to head north to seek help from her father, but it was clear she didn’t find much there worth clinging to, as evidenced by her current appearance.

As Tracy stood in the middle of the study, Komer had already settled back into the armchair behind his desk. Undeniably, he found himself still having a special feeling for this woman’s body, and even Komer felt somewhat debased by his own sentiments. Women surrounded him—Lome, Grace, and Eve—all within reach whenever he desired, and even Katya was within his grasp should he truly wish it. Yet, he couldn’t deny his feelings; Tracy, as the first woman he had genuinely cherished, her delicate and soft body continued to sporadically surface in his mind.

The two gazed at each other silently; Tracy’s eyes, filled with pain and weakness, could no longer melt the ice in Komer’s heart. Although on the surface, he still feigned being somewhat touched, Komer was aware that the only thing "moved" within him was his carnal desire, while his heart was securely insulated beneath a thick layer of ice.

"Tracy, what’s wrong? Is there something you need my help with?" Komer broke the silence.

Taking a deep breath, Tracy seemed to be deliberately suppressing her emotions. She removed her cloak from behind, standing gracefully and turning a circle as if flaunting her still trim and graceful figure, in an attempt to affect Komer. He watched her quietly, without saying much.

"Komer, if we had stayed together, would I be the mistress of this place?"

Hearing such a question, Komer felt an inward twitch, as if the wound had been torn open again, slowly bleeding out. This foolish woman, asking such a question at a time like this, proved nothing but her naivety and immaturity.

"Hmm, such a hypothetical condition does not exist; thus, any future discussions are moot. I can’t give you a satisfactory answer."

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"I mean, it’s just a hypothetical situation,"

"Maybe, anything’s possible. Maybe I would never have become the lord here."

Tracy was somewhat disappointed by Komer’s nonchalant reply, as she didn’t get the answer she had hoped for; however, she didn’t realize how wrong her approach was. Years had passed, and it was delusional to entertain such thoughts now. She was really far too wishful.

"You don’t really welcome me coming here, do you?"

"Well, I wouldn’t say that. I always welcome the visit of friends," Komer’s response was somewhat formulaic and perfunctory.

Tracy felt insulted. She gently bit her lip, realizing that everything had truly changed. There was nothing left of the past. What did she even want by coming here? Even Tracy herself was a bit lost. She didn’t know how she ended up on a ship to the Caucasus in such a daze, and it wasn’t until she arrived in Ugru that she felt like an orphan abandoned by the whole world.

Komer silently observed the woman. It took some assets to have once seduced him to madness. Her slightly disheveled chestnut hair was still soft and lustrous, seeming to radiate a rich fragrance. Despite her weariness, her pitiable beauty seemed to elicit a man’s compassion even more. But not Komer. Her bell skirt was tight around the waist, contrasting with the fuller skirt, highlighting her petite wasp waist even more. The half-concealed brassiere was not as enigmatic as the ones Grace and Shatima wore, but the soft, milky skin made Komer reminisce about the good old days when he would rest his face quietly against it.

A beauty in her own right, why stoop to thievery? First love is pure love, but it’s not true love. Who told him that? Komer chewed over the words, unable to discern their source.

Spilt water cannot be retrieved. Komer was filled with a myriad of emotions at the moment, but he knew that the man he was now could be moved by some woman, but definitely not this one. That fatal hurt, like a poison thorn deeply embedded in his heart, even though the thorn had been removed, the venom would ferment like wine at the slightest provocation, leaving him unable to suppress it.

"It seems I shouldn’t have come." Tracy sighed faintly, a tear glimmering in her eye, and as she turned her desolate figure, she seemed to stir Komer’s memories.

"Why do you say that? The Caucasus welcomes anyone who likes it here." Even Komer didn’t know why he would blurt out such a seemingly unwise remark.

A spark of brilliance suddenly leapt in her eyes, like a withered flower rejuvenated by a refreshing rain, quickly regaining its vitality. Tracy’s intense gaze fixed him, and although Komer knew he could not have the past relationship with her, subconsciously he felt that something might happen between them, something unlike the purely physical release of that one time.

Seeing the complex emotion in Komer’s eyes, Tracy seized the opportunity. Like a graceful doe, she lunged forward, attempting to burrow into Komer’s arms. His hands were somewhat stiff, seemingly difficult to raise, but they eventually opened. A sort of mocking thought suddenly entered Komer’s brain: what would happen if he suddenly kicked her hard, making her fall to the ground at this moment? He wondered what kind of scene that would be.

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