Chapter 447: Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle - 7: Entering the Cocoon_2
Grasping the scepter firmly, Komer couldn’t help but give thanks for all the legacies left to him by Kennifer III. He was certain that Damarlinsk Castle was a secret legacy remaining from the remnants of the Dark Empire. The noble who suddenly became wealthy and chose this desolated Caucasus to build the castle must have done so after obtaining The treasures of the Dark Empire. The reason for their eventual decline, however, remained unknown.
Taking a deep breath, Komer tightened his grip on the scepter and gave it a gentle shake, causing the numerous tiny bells on the scepter to chime in a strange but pleasant clinking sound as he infused his magic power into it. The girl who had been sitting before Komer suddenly brightened her eyes and slowly lifted her head to meet Komer’s gaze.
"Merciful Lord, You will protect your faithful servant. Please appease the wounded heart of Your faithful servant!" Komer struggled to control his emotions, chanting the spell in a miraculous tone, trying to avoid stimulating the other’s thoughts. He needed to calm her mind, for only then would it be easier for him to cast his spells.
His gaze, steady as a torch, locked onto the girl who was trying to avoid his eyes. At this moment the girl wore nothing but a pitiful brassiere and shorts, her delicate collarbones exposed to the air, appearing so frail. Yet, the fullness beneath her brassiere proved that her body was not as weak as it seemed on the surface, giving off a somewhat enchanting allure.
At this time, Komer had no interest in admiring this tempting scene; all his energy was focused behind his eyes. Sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, but his gaze remained firmly locked on the girl. From her expression, it was clear she was still struggling. A few times her gaze almost broke free from Komer’s control but was suppressed under the strengthened chant of the spell and the peculiar sound emitted by the vibration of the black crystal staff.
Beads of sweat also began to cover the girl’s body, revealing her curves; her wet body under the halo of light seemed especially slippery and seductive. Her rapidly heaving chest was enough to captivate any onlooker, while her tender cheeks now showed an unusual pallor, as if she had endured an extremely difficult struggle. Her gaze began to relax, and eventually, she closed her eyes.