The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 944: Empire Emergence Volume 30 - 15 The Heart of a Woman

Chapter 944: Empire Emergence Volume 30 Chapter 15 The Heart of a Woman

"What did you say?!" The girl angrily raised her beautiful eyebrows and glared at the elder who had watched her grow up, "Then what are we still doing here? We must leave and return immediately."

"Your Highness, please stay calm. This is not the fault of the other party. Although we have accepted his invitation, we have always failed to set out, delaying for so long. It is normal for the other party to go out on inspections and not a deliberate slight against us. Besides, Tumoka and their military generals need to make contact to understand the situation in more detail."

"So, I am just a pretext, and you and Tumoka are the real purposes of this visit," the girl replied coldly.

"No, Furina, you’ve misunderstood. Your visit is the main mission arranged by the Duke, and you should know what he intends. However, since we are here, and with this army, and the officers under Lord Komer, we are all equally interested. Good contact is the beginning of a wonderful future cooperation, and I believe you can understand that."

"Hmph, is there really a need to understand and interact with those barbarians? I don’t see it," Furina lowered her voice slightly.

Mechetilev laughed, a signal that the girl was beginning to relent, "Furina, do not underestimate those barbarians. Perhaps in the future, you will have to deal with them even more. Actually, they are much better than many mortals, at least they do not stab you in the back with a honey tongue."

The girl’s cheeks flushed. She heard the insinuation in the elder’s words, but even now, she could not clearly explain her thoughts on the matter—confused, lost, mixed with a little bit of anticipation and joy, and also a bit of fear. A mysterious figure, a legendary playboy, could possibly become her husband, which was too hard for Furina to accept.

The arrival of the Basarabians indeed caught Puber off guard. With Komer far away in the Southern Mediterranean, it would take at least half a month to return. The Basarabians put on an attitude of waiting to meet Komer formally, leaving Puber at a loss for how to arrange for these visitors. If it were any other matter, Puber could delegate it to Renta, whose status was steadily rising, but with the matter involving Furina, a person of undetermined status and possibly a major rival to Renta, he had no choice but to deal with it himself.

Furina had made a good impression on Puber—pure and ethereal, and full of youthful energy. Compared to Vero, Vero seemed more like a solitary orchid blooming in a secluded valley, while Furina was more like an iris dancing in the wind, more likely to catch people’s attention.

Who was more suitable to become the lady of Komer’s heart? Puber was unsure. Komer’s thoughts were hard to gauge at the moment, but Puber knew at least it would not be Renta. Perhaps Renta was more suited for Komer, more capable of fulfilling the duties of a lady, but in Komer’s innermost heart, Renta might never find a place.

While the Basarabians were visiting Plovdiv, Komer was still lingering along the coast of the Southern Mediterranean.

The winter climate and scenery of the Southern Mediterranean were undoubtedly pleasant, and the dramatic changes on Xifnos Island had put Komer in an even better mood, so much so that he even entertained the thought of staying longer in the Southern Mediterranean.

Compared to the slightly dry climate of the Caucasus, the warm and moderately humid weather here was truly delightful. Lying back on the white sandy beach, feeling the warm breeze from the sea, and surrounded by swaying coconut groves and palm trees, with the rugged cliffs in the distance, all of this made Komer sink into a mysterious semi-dormant state.

However, there were always people who came to break this hazy idyll. Komer regretted that if he hadn’t agreed to meet with Xerob, he really would have preferred not to meet anyone and stay on this beach for the morning.

The Phoenicians provided Komer with a beach that couldn’t be better. For this Northern powerhouse who had made a sudden visit to the Southern Mediterranean, the many regional powers of the Mediterranean treated him with cautious welcome, and the two dominant powers of the region, Sparta and Corinth, maintained an odd silence, neither inviting Komer to visit their city-states and kingdoms nor expressing any clear interest in him.

Komer also maintained a low profile. Although the news of his stay on Xifnos Island couldn’t be hidden, the intricate regional forces of the Mediterranean harbored a fear of Komer’s foray into their waters, but on the surface, they all had to show welcome, especially those medium city-states or those forces at odds with Sparta and Corinth. Piraeus had already made the first move, naturally leading to imitators.

Komer believed it wouldn’t be long before he could have a say in the Southern Mediterranean. No one could ignore the vast market of Nicosia, nor could anyone overlook the influence of the Caucasus, which already controlled over half the supply of rough iron and iron ore in the Southern Mediterranean region.

The lithe figure swayed gracefully, and the white pleated long dress worn by the increasingly mature elf highlighted her slender figure. Finitz had grown up.

Slightly curly hair fell just right, concealing the elf girl’s forehead, with a playful crown of laurel leaves wrapped around her head. Her bare toes were round and delicate, contrasting against the azure sky and the wide expanse of blue waves, as if she was a nymph descending from an ethereal realm, or a female priest walking out of the Olympus Mountain Temple into the world.

Komer did not hide the admiration and praise in his eyes as his gaze flowed softly like water over Finitz’s waist and midriff. Finitz’s heart raced for no reason. Was the subtle tingling sensation due to the soft material of the pleated skirt rubbing against her sensitive skin, or was it the intensity of that burning gaze? For a moment, Finitz found it hard to distinguish.

The longer Finitz stayed beside this mortal, the more she became curious about this man. It was evident that both Grace and Lome maintained an intimate relationship with this man, and Priest Eve showed an unclear and ambiguous affection toward him as well. However, his dealings with these women were not frequent, and most of the time, he seemed to be a solitary ascetic, quite distinct from the lifestyle of the mortal nobility.

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