The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 912: Volume 29, Distant Sword Qi, - 6, Showdown

Chapter 912: Volume 29, Distant Sword Qi, Chapter 6, Showdown

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Standing in the courtyard and taking one last look at Livonia’s autumn hues, Komer felt a surge of emotion, knowing that once he left, the land might be engulfed in the smoke of war, uncertain when he would be able to return here. Galle and Silesia would be his next targets; everything was in place, and no one could stop him from advancing.

As Komer was lost in his thoughts, the rolling sound of a carriage pulled him back to reality. He wondered, who would visit at this time? He was about to leave; who would choose this moment to visit him?

Finitz’s delicate figure appeared before Komer, "Princess Katya is here to visit."

Komer raised his eyebrows in surprise and then smiled meaningfully, thinking it amusing that Princess Katya had chosen this moment to come to him. He had been in Livonia for nearly a month, and this princess who lived in Cartin had kept her distance, unwilling to move. His request for Livonia to be officially enfeoffed to him had been shelved, and she had intentionally been cold to him. But now she was here. Komer sneered inwardly; that bitch Katya couldn’t even play the part convincingly. Coming to visit him at this time seemed overly hypocritical, didn’t it?

"Oh, please invite the Lady to the reception room."

Facing Katya, who approached with confidence, Komer showed sufficient respect, but he still didn’t quite understand the purpose of her visit at this time. He no longer intended to get entangled with her and Hoffman; he had more important matters to handle and no need to linger here. Once the timing was right, everything would fall into place.

"Komer, are you leaving?"

"Yes, Livonia is nice, but after all, I cannot stay long. The Caucasus and Homer need me," Komer said thoughtfully, looking at Katya who seemed to have something on her mind.

Their relationship had grown distant. Komer’s duplicity had left Katya feeling deceived, especially regarding Livonia. She could sense Komer’s insatiable appetite, from a piece of Quke Valley to the entirety of Livonia, and the cunning he practiced behind closed doors was diverse and shrewd. In the end, he even gained Hoffman’s support. All this made Katya realize the immense ambition of this former small Lord. Hoffman’s flirtations were even more intolerable to her. She had repeatedly asked Komer for clear support, but he always dodged with excuses about timing or his lack of influence. Yet, behind the scenes, he was cozying up with Hoffman, and the Lordship of Poznan was the first Hoffman acknowledged, which greatly startled Katya who had hesitated for a moment.

Now, with tensions rising again in the North, beastmen were frequently causing trouble in Silesia and Galle. Komer was also repeatedly creating a public opinion offensive, expressing his willingness to help the Galleians and Silesians resist foreign aggression. These words with ulterior motives were not only welcomed by the people of Galle and Silesia but also caused extreme panic among the authorities of both places. With threats both internal and external, the situation in both regions became somewhat unstable. What exactly did Komer want? His claws reached everywhere, shamelessly baring his fangs. Did he really think he could replace the Romanov family? Katya’s heart was full of anger and worry.

"Komer, I don’t want to hide anything. What are your thoughts on returning to the Caucasus?" Katya’s gaze was piercing.

"Thoughts? What thoughts could I possibly have?" Komer asked, feigning surprise.

"There’s no need to play dumb with me, the tricks you’re playing in Galle and Silesia won’t fool me," Katya said, showing a hint of impatience.

Nobody could deny the blood of the Romanov family in her veins, her sense of smell was sharper than most; Komer praised her inwardly.

"Katya, do you think I’m despicable?" Komer replied without directly answering her.

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"No, you always have your own stance and reasons for your actions, and I don’t want to comment on them. However, I must remind you not to overestimate yourself, and also not to push people too hard. Have you ever heard the phrase ’a cornered dog will leap over the wall’?" Princess Katya appeared very indifferent.

"Heh, it seems my actions have touched upon some people’s interests." Komer laughed nonchalantly, "Between the interests of the beastmen and the people of Nicosia, I believe anyone should first consider the interests of the Nicosian people. As long as he is a Nicosian, he should act accordingly, and those who ignore the interests of the people for personal gain, I think they simply do not deserve to be a Lord, do they?"

Princess Katya gave the other party a cold glance, no matter what fancy words they used, she would never trust them again. In their eyes, there was only one goal, and that was self-interest. Everything could be cast aside for it, and as for noble-sounding excuses, they were all too easy for them, ready at hand, and surely delivered with righteous indignation.

"Do you really want to have a conflict with Zellin and the others?" Princess Katya couldn’t hold back anymore.

"I have never said that."

"But you are preparing to do so!"

"That’s merely your subjective assumption, before there’s factual evidence, everything is possible, and you are entitled to your suspicions."

"Komer, I advise you, contentment brings happiness; warmongering will meet no good end. War can be invited with ease but isn’t so easily dismissed." Princess Katya clenched her teeth and spoke in a stern voice.

Komer met her gaze with an equally grave look: "I do not desire war, but there are times when war cannot be controlled by me. I can only ask Princess Katya to relay a message to them, hoping that they will act wisely."

Watching the clouds of dust raised by Komer’s departing horse-drawn carriage, Princess Katya almost crushed her silver teeth, and her embroidered gloves were almost wrung out. This man was too arrogant!

The corpulent figure of Palermo appeared behind Princess Katya. He sighed, somewhat regretfully. He had wanted to see Princess Katya and Komer shake hands and be cordial, but he also knew that hope was slim. Both of them were ambitious, and in some respects, startlingly similar. As he watched them drift from closeness to estrangement, Palermo felt endless regret.

"Palermo, I’ve done all that I could. If he insists on going his own way, then we cannot be blamed."

"Your Highness, won’t you reconsider? This time, there may be no turning back."

"My mind is made up, succeed or become a martyr." Princess Katya’s expression was grim and cold, and her lips trembled slightly.

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