The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 971 - 31 Volumes: A Hand Trying to Cover the Sky - 15: Arriving in Quick Succession

Chapter 971: 31 Volumes: A Hand Trying to Cover the Sky Chapter 15: Arriving in Quick Succession

Elegant, slender fingers floated delicate tendrils of smoke, making Katya’s face seem even paler than it had been six months ago, contrasting starkly with her crimson lips and pale skin, adding to her fragile beauty.

Subconsciously, Katya placed the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag. This kind of faint, enduringly pleasant cigarette had quickly become a rage among the upper echelons of Nicosia city. In fact, cigarettes rolled with coca leaves were more narcotic and hallucinogenic than ordinary ones. Although the effect varied with the age of the coca leaves, these mildly hallucinogenic cigarettes had immediately become a favorite among high-class women.

The scent of the cigarette smoke slowly seeped into her nerves. Katya felt a sense of relaxation—it was truly comfortable. Under immense mental pressure, only by numbing herself with such substances could she alleviate the inner turmoil and keep herself pleasantly sane. She knew too well that relying too much on such things wasn’t good, but what could she do now? The immense daily pressures were enough to cause mental breakdowns. Without these things, she did not know if she could have carried on.

Amid the light blue smoke, a face slowly emerged; Katya frowned as Komer’s face ruined her good mood, but she also knew that in reality, she couldn’t escape Komer’s shadow, not in any aspect.

Renta, that bitch, was clearly hooking up with Komer. That the Romanov family and the Anson family—so-called noble families of Nicosia of supposed pure blood—had intermingled to produce such a despicable bitch chilled Katya’s teeth, and it also made her worry about her own fate.

Komer certainly had quite the appetite, manipulating Renta, that bitch, as well as hooking up with Furina, that little slut from Basarabia who appeared innocent but couldn’t hide the feverish desires and lust of a ’Little Skylark’ from the Buzak Plains. There was also Vero, the seemingly virtuous and graceful lady; Katya thought maliciously.

Katya was by no means abstinent, nor did she have any inclinations toward lifelong fidelity or conservative chastity. She would never settle for any man that she did not respect—her motto was quality over quantity. Unfortunately, apart from Komer, it was difficult to find any man who met her standards within her surroundings. However, although this man brought her much joy, he also inflicted endless pain on her, even abruptly destroying the path she had envisioned for herself, which Katya found intolerable.

And now, things had progressed to a point where they seemed to no longer depend on Katya’s will. With an air of supremacy, Komer swept through Nicosia, causing even the haughty Zellin Stolten to stoop and kneel before his formidable presence. Except for herself, who could remain somewhat isolated due to some special reasons, the whole of Nicosia had long become an object in Komer’s palm.

The stimulation from the coca leaf cigarettes made Katya’s thoughts particularly sharp and paranoid. A Small Aristocrat had risen so arrogantly before her, the once glorious Romanov family was about to be ruined by this man, and yet she and Renta, who were legitimate heirs of the Romanov family, maintained such an odd relationship with this man—it all seemed so incredible.

But that was reality, a reality that had to be faced.

The increasingly severe reality made Katya feel like she could only find escape from stress through the coca leaves, although whenever reason returned, Katya knew this was not a long-term solution. Sooner or later, pressure from the East or the West would crush her, as Cartin lacked the strength to navigate between major powers, especially when facing the formidable military pressure from the East, represented by Komer, which revealed how frail it was.

Maybe it really was time for her to have a serious talk with Komer. In fact, Palermo had already reminded her several times to face the helpless reality and to drop those impractical illusions. The Atticans and Cretans were not simple and naive. It would be better to gain more from Komer than to cheaply benefit them.

The term "peaceful unification" always sounded so harsh, and now Nicosia seemed to lack only her Cartin and the beastmen’s Northwest under her control. If she were to surrender Cartin, then Komer would have to face pressures from all sides demanding a complete restoration, and would the beastmen meekly listen to Komer’s requests? Clearly not. Once the contradictions between the two sides intensified, it would bring unpredictable, massive changes to Nicosia.

The emergence of change was an opportunity, her opportunity, and enduring humiliation could exchange for a glimmer of hope. The immensely powerful beastmen encountering the ambitious Komer—who would be the last one laughing? Perhaps it would be herself.

Katya was almost swayed by this thought, which still remained just an idea. No, no, she couldn’t act like this yet, blatantly abandoning the Atticans and Cretans wasn’t in line with her character. Wouldn’t it be better to leave a bit of hope for these detestable people and stir up even more chaos?

Katya’s pretty lips curved into a sinister smile. To deal with devils, one had to learn to use the devils’ methods; only in this way could she find a chance to survive.

Eve and Grace had left, and now only Lome remained by her side. Komer thought he could indulge without restraint, but good days never seemed to belong to him. The young Finitz girl was challenging his limits of control.

The beautiful princess of the Forest Elves had been rescued by a prince, which sounded like an utterly absurd fairytale, but this kind of thing had actually happened in reality and even to her. Komer had always been reluctant to acknowledge this reality, but with Finitz’s true identity confirmed, Komer had to face such an awkward situation.

Forest Elves had unexpectedly set their sights on him, and Komer had never thought about getting involved in any ambiguous affairs with women other than Mortals. The women by his side were already troublesome enough, and now he had to entangle himself with someone who held an extraordinary position within the Elf Clan, even though he considered himself to have abundant energy, he still found this somewhat intimidating.

The persistence of the Elf Clan was famous throughout the Continent, especially among those Elf Women of no ordinary status. If you got involved with them, it really became like a knot you could not untie, and it could even bring about fatal disasters. Such precedents existed. Komer was not worried about this aspect. Although Finitz was indeed pure and lovely, he was absolutely unwilling to get himself involved in the already dark and complicated world of the Elves, but did he have a choice now?

Dressed, Komer sighed, and without looking, he knew the Elf girl had been standing in that corner for a full three hours. She just stood there persistently, silently listening to the entire act of love and desire he shared with Lome, from the opening to the climax and then the perfect conclusion, which annoyed Komer substantially. Although Lome did not know or did not care, no man liked this unless it involved a threesome.

Moving silently up to Finitz, Komer sighed again. Snowflakes fluttered about, not knowing whether the crimson cheeks or the pair of black diamond-like eyes still held such a persistent gaze, a cold mixed with heat, a strange feeling transmitted through his fingers to his heart.

"Finitz, why must you torment yourself so? Why must you be so persistent?"

"Persistence is a virtue."

Komer was momentarily speechless and sighed with a wry smile, "But not everything should be pursued persistently, adapting to the world is just as necessary."

"But that’s not for me."

Her terse, powerful response always left Komer at a loss for words.

"What do you really want?"

"You know."

"But I can’t give you that."

"I don’t need you to give it to me, we are all equal."

"You..." Komer was truly on the verge of breaking down, why was such a youthful and pretty girl so difficult to deal with?

A calm yet intense gaze forced Komer to swallow everything he wanted to say. The girl’s trembling body indicated that both her body and spirit were on the edge of their limits.

Taking Finitz’s slender body into his arms, Komer could only troubledly ponder the problems of dealing with this emotion afterward. This was not just any Mortal woman. Her focused and singular affection, combined with her special identity, meant Komer had to think carefully before acting.

However, Komer soon realized that he could no longer think carefully, as it seemed no one could resist such a charming baptism. (To be continued, for further details, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available there. Support the author, support authorized reading!)