The Vastness of Magical Destiny

The atmosphere in the woods seemed subtly filled with that kind of ambiguous vibe. Katya nonchalantly picked up her coffee cup and took a gentle sip, her crimson lip print and that touch of blush became so enchanting in Komer’s eyes. The seductive air she exuded, like fermenting mellow wine, seemed even more bewitching than when he first encountered her at a banquet a few months ago.

Komer very much liked this mood, although he didn’t intend to do anything. Yet, it was this tentative, undulating charm that possessed a far more lethal attraction than many explicit displays, a fact Komer felt deeply.

Facing the undisguised gaze of the other, Katya, who was accustomed to the eyes of men, now felt a slight tremor in her resolve, which scared her.

Be it a stirring of emotion or a heartbeat, such feelings seemed long alien to her. She had grown used to interest-based exchanges under various gazes, but she could sense something slightly different in his look—a sentiment that seemed like appreciation, or maybe closeness and camaraderie, distinct from mere lust or love. Perhaps it could develop into love, and this frightened Katya.

Because she discovered a note of delight within herself concerning this.

She did not wish to have any ties with anyone, even if it was just a possibility. The best way to sever these feelings, perhaps, was to talk about those unpleasant yet inevitable matters.

"Your baron, it seems your territory is indeed somewhat different from what I imagined. I see Half-Beastmen and Barbarians freely coming and going in your lands, and your Guard is primarily composed of Half-Beast soldiers. Aren’t you afraid they might rebel?"

One might say this trip had been quite an eye-opener for Katya. She had always heard that the Caucasus was a place full of vitality yet terrifying. She couldn’t understand it until she arrived here and saw the prosperity of Mattdam and Ugru for herself.