The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 882: Volume 27, When the Storm Rise Suddenly, - 21, Soul Bitch

Chapter 882: Volume 27, When the Storm Rise Suddenly, Chapter 21, Soul Bitch

"Princess Renta, Your Highness?!" Komer was somewhat surprised. How come right after Tracy had just arrived, Princess Renta showed up as well? This was simply inconceivable. Could it be that they had come together? If that were the case, he really needed to weigh the implications of Tracy’s visit.

"What’s wrong, Your Excellency the Count, do you seem unwelcoming of my arrival?"

Princess Renta’s green eyes always shimmered like emeralds in the dark, her cheeks plump and smooth, and around her swanlike neck hung a ribbon with a cat’s eye stone the size of a finger. She carried an air of opulence, yet didn’t lack in refined elegance. This woman had good taste, Komer noted. Compared to the somewhat delicate and graceful Katya, Renta’s face bore more a youthful vigor, her full lips more flavorful than Katya’s cherry lips, perhaps a trait inherited from the Anson family. Her eyelashes were so long they almost looked fake, a unique trait of the Romanov bloodline; Katya had it, and so did Hoffman. It made the women look more enchanting and the men, naturally, more alluring. No wonder every member of the Romanov family had such a way with women.

"Your Highness, as the saying goes, ’Your presence is an honor unto us,’ although the phrase is a bit clichéd, it perfectly expresses the sentiments of Our Caucasus people," Komer said smoothly, no longer the naive youngster he once was, adeptly handling the veiled provocation.

"Komer, it seems you haven’t grown fond of the identity of Homer. Could it be that the Caucasus is that dear to you?" Princess Renta had already seated herself gracefully under Komer’s complimentary guidance. The Caucasus was indeed full of vitality, but after all, it was a frontier land, and Renta didn’t appreciate the scent of commoners and foreigners that filled the place. Looking at the bustling crowds on Ugru Street, aside from merchants, the proportion of Half-Beastmen and Barbarians was too high, which always gave her a sense of insecurity, even though she knew that here, Half-Beastmen and Barbarians might be even more loyal than Mortals.

"Why do you say that? Homer is my territory, the Caucasus is my territory, as is Livonia; where I choose to be is my freedom, and it doesn’t represent my attitude." Komer shrugged his shoulders. Looking down from above at the woman who had just taken her seat, he noticed her breasts were full and slightly uplifted—more so than either Katya’s or Tracy’s. Perhaps only Grace could compare, of course excluding Shatima.

"What about Groningen then?"

Komer laughed. This bitch; although Komer was sure she was still a virgin, in her bones she reeked completely of bitch, a genuine political slut. And what about himself? Was he a political john?

"What are you trying to say, Your Highness?"

"Groningen, as you know, has many interests for the Anson family."

"Oh, and here I thought you were representing His Highness Prince Hoffman," Komer said half-mockingly. "Everyone has interests—Groningen is important. Do you want it, Your Highness?"

Princess Renta’s green eyes suddenly lit up, but she quickly realized that the other party was mocking her and blushed with anger, "Komer, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing in particular." Komer felt quite pleased with himself. Such a condescending tease was not exactly proper, but Komer enjoyed the small satisfaction it brought him, and besides, her naive behavior stood to be particularly annoying. It was a good reminder to her that speech and actions should match one’s status and position.

Seeing her chest heave with emotional fluctuations, Komer’s mood improved even further, "All right, Your Highness, what does the Anson family want from me? Open up Groningen? Something else?"

Princess Renta struggled to control her emotions, her self-respect coming from self-control. Failing this, she would lose her dignity, "The Anson family isn’t that greedy; they just need concessions."

"Concessions? Exemptions from tolls or permission for free passage?" Komer retorted.

"What’s the difference?"

"Exemption from tolls could only be for a short time, free passage can last longer, but it must follow established rules," Komer said airily.

"What rules?" Renta was confused.

"Your Highness, you seem to have overlooked my ’good relations’ with the two lords of the North; nobody can tolerate goods from these places passing through without paying tolls, at least I can’t," Komer said coldly.

A flash of shock crossed Princess Renta’s green eyes, "Komer, are you truly going to oppose the Ferdinand and Heine families?"

"How long do you think peace can last between them and me?" Komer asked rhetorically as he casually strolled around Princess Renta’s seated position.

"But, but, ..."

"But what? Do you want to say it’s not over yet, the struggle between Hoffman and Katya for power?" Komer said weirdly. "What does that have to do with me? That’s your Romanov family’s dog-eat-dog battle, are those screwed-up affairs worth my concern?"

Renta was completely stunned by Komer’s sequence of crude and unrestrained remarks, to the point where she didn’t even realize Komer was standing behind her admiring her voluptuous curves.

"You, you, you are too presumptuous!" Finally coming to her senses, Princess Renta whose cheeks were flushing crimson with anger tried to stand up, only to be pushed down again by Komer pressing on her shoulder, "Your Highness, you are very clever, more so than Katya, wiser and more rational. Rise and fall is the inevitable history of all things, the Romanov family as well as the Kingdom of Nicosia. If one nostalgically clings to the past’s glorious history, that will only lead to straying off the path and self-destruction."

The heaving of her chest, near to busting her brassiere, Renta struggled to free herself from Komer’s grip and stood up, meeting Komer’s seemingly indifferent gaze: "Komer, do you realize what you are saying?"

"Of course, I understand perfectly well, don’t think I’m talking in my sleep." Komer reached out to adjust Renta’s hair, which had become a bit disheveled due to the struggle, and casually said, "There is no need to pretend in front of me, I understand you, just as you understand me."

Gazing directly at Komer, the calm in Renta’s green eyes was the only thing left, "Are you confident that you can handle the alliance of the Ferdinand Family, the Heine Family, and the Galleians?"

"Why would I take on three at once?" Komer smiled cunningly, "I never said they are all my enemies at the same time."

"Do you think they are fools? Don’t they understand the principle of ’when the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold’?" Renta asked, sneering at the idea.

"Of course they are not, but neither am I," Komer said with an unfathomable air.

Renta knew that the opponent would not engage in a substantial conversation about this issue at this time. She glared at him fiercely and said, "Do not underestimate your opponents. The Galleians are much stronger than imagined, and don’t even dream that Zellin will back down because of Vero. For the survival of the family, even oneself can be sacrificed, let alone others?"

"Hmm, it’s good that you understand this," Komer responded appreciatively, "But let’s not talk about this issue for now, shall we? Matters of the battlefield should be left to the men to resolve, it’s more gentlemanly to discuss with beautiful women things that may interest you more."

Finally, Renta laughed, "My interests are quite unique, you know."

"Really? I believe I’m quite confident in understanding a woman’s interests." Komer laughed oddly, "I’m not very fond of the climate and environment of the North, but it seems some people quite enjoy it there. How about the Countess of Poznan? Or the Countess of Silesia?"

Despite her utmost effort to suppress her emotions, Renta knew her heart was beating furiously. What was this man saying?

Sensing the shift in Renta’s mood, Komer sneered inwardly.

These seemingly splendid princesses of kingdoms, heirs of the Romanov family, were now reduced to dispensable decorations. Yet, their long palace life made them unable to extricate themselves from their superior past, lacking sufficient money and power, they might even be worse off than the dogs on Ugru Street. A bit of an intangible bait could make them glare with desire, eager to snatch it into their mouths right away.

Her cheeks as red as ripe apples, Renta’s fingers almost began to tremble, but her pride and reason told her she must not lose her composure at this time. She knew she should maintain a calm image in front of the other party, but it seemed she couldn’t do it.

"Komer, are you trying to seduce me?"

"No, we are just discussing topics of interest to women, aren’t we?" Komer said with a sly smile, "Don’t you find it interesting? Or perhaps using another word is more appropriate, an invitation, yes, this word fits better."

"Aren’t you on good terms with Vero? It looks like that Basarabian lady is also giving you coquettish looks," Renta tried to keep herself calm.

"That is my business," Komer’s voice turned colder, "Both of us know the rules of the game. What you’re really interested in isn’t those matters, right?"

I can’t refuse!

Renta wanted to appear tougher in front of him, but she knew she was as exposed as if naked in his eyes, unable to hide her emotions. So why bother concealing anything?

"I won’t deny my interest, but I need time to consider it."

"Of course, I understand," Komer smiled lightly, "You don’t have to answer right now, we still have plenty of time." (To be continued. If you wish to find out what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available there, support the author, support authorized reading!)