Chapter 715: Volume 21: The Dark Path - 1: Invincible Fleet
The arrival of the group caused a ripple in Komer’s originally relaxed mood, for he had not tasted the vibrant bodies of Lome and Grace in a long while. The various evasions and complex affairs in the Caucasus left Komer with little energy to focus on this aspect. However, after a brush with death, Komer seemed to harbor a stronger yearning for life—perhaps only those who have tasted death truly appreciate the preciousness of every single detail of life.
Although Grace’s room was quite reasonably arranged, it was not soundproof. But for Komer, this was no obstacle. A magic barrier was child’s play for a mage. Watching as the unusual rose-red color bloomed on Lome’s face beneath him and the fervor in her half-closed eyes slowly calmed, Komer realized he still had no urge to release.
Grace curled up in Komer’s arms, his mood now seemed very relaxed. Lome had calmly accepted the fact; she seemed not to care about the nature of Grace’s relationship with Komer, but only about her own standing in Komer’s heart. To her, the Great Sage might be more important than anyone else in the world—the Great Sage was her god of rebirth.
The fluffy red hair trembled at the tip of Komer’s nose, and the faint scent made him yearn to nestle in its tresses and sleep without waking. Compared to Lome’s simple devotion, Grace seemed more aesthetic; her unresentful and regretless giving always left Komer feeling guilty towards her. No wonder Havier and Bayezid so seriously warned him not to toy with the emotions of such a perfect girl; it would be nothing less than desecration, an affront to his own morals.
Leisurely leaning back on the soft sofa, his suppressed passion of several months was released in one night. Though Lome and Grace were still unable to rise from bed, Komer felt a refreshing pleasure in his entire body after the passion dissipated. He felt he was now at a delicate pinnacle, with every detail within a dozen meters, every blade of grass, every insect’s chirp, vivid in the sea of his heart.
The excitement on Hayreddin’s face had gradually faded. The trip from the Caucasus to Corinth and then to Athens hadn’t tired the sailor, accustomed to wandering the seas. On the contrary, the thought of returning to his home, which gave him so much, filled his heart with irrepressible thrill.
"Lord, we’ve already been to Corinth. The ladies were unwilling to wait for you there, so Hayreddin boldly agreed to their request." Hayden couldn’t tell Komer’s opinion of his bold decision, but the other’s silence yesterday had unsettled Hayreddin.
"Hmm, since they’re here, so be it. But this is Athens; the Barbarossa Family has significant influence here. You should be careful about your movements—it’s not yet time to reveal your true identity." Komer seemed to be thinking of something else, his indifferent words unsettling Hayreddin even more.
"Rest assured, Lord, I’ve been away from Sparta for years. The Barbarossa Family’s stronghold is in Patre; Athens is not entirely under their control. Moreover, I’ve deliberately changed my appearance; it’s unlikely anyone would recognize me," Hayreddin said anxiously.
"Hmm, just be careful. Have you been to Xifnos Island? What do you think?" Moving to the main subject, Komer stirred his coffee gently with a spoon, its creamy aroma blending with the scent of coffee, filling the room instantly.
"I don’t really understand, Lord, why you would purchase Xifnos Island." The question filled Hayreddin with confusion; he couldn’t hold back. Such a huge cost for a piece of useless land? People say the Lord is a wastrel—could it be that his own judgment is flawed?