Chapter 788: Volume Twenty-four: Beacon Smoke Linking Camps, - One: Counter Current
Tracy felt a cold starting from her head down to the soles of her feet, an icy chill that penetrated her bones.
In fact, before coming to the Caucasus, she had considered all possibilities, mulling over various humiliations she might face, but she had no choice. Her father’s cold gaze made it clear to her that if she couldn’t achieve the desired effect with Komer this time, her return to Cyprus might also end miserably.
Tracy knew her father’s personality very well. The series of adverse events over the last two years had made her father’s temper quite solitary and volatile, often associating unrelated issues and venting his anger on others. Komer’s rising reputation in the Caucasus was particularly irritating to her father, and the unfortunate target of his anger was undoubtedly herself. Everything stemmed from her own actions, step by step leading to the present, while Komer’s triumph could only fuel her father’s fury, making her an unintended frequent target of his wrath. Therefore, this trip to the Caucasus was not one she could avoid.
From the moment she set foot in Mattdam, Tracy realized she probably no longer possessed the charm of the old days. But she was unwilling to give up hope, her demands were not high—as long as she could stall Komer’s actions for a period of time as her father requested, she believed that as long as she could meet with Komer, using her charm to captivate Komer was not impossible. The last time she accompanied Hoffman on a visit to the Caucasus, Tracy had noticed a look of hatred in Komer’s eyes, a deep-seated animosity, yet not directed at her, but at Hoffman. This was enough evidence that she still held a place in Komer’s mind, and it was the only asset Tracy could rely on.
But having waited in Mattdam for a week, almost falling into complete despair, Komer finally arrived belatedly. A foreboding feeling enveloped Tracy, but the situation didn’t seem as bad as she’d thought. That familiar greed and desire in Komer’s eyes couldn’t escape her understanding of men’s psychology. Her body still held a great attraction for him. Seeing that look, Tracy’s mood finally settled slightly, this was her only chance for a turnaround.
Everything proceeded along the path Tracy had laid out, and it didn’t go beyond her expectations. After several bouts of soft and sweet seduction, Komer eventually succumbed below her various charms, lying at her feet. In bed, Komer was still as brave and wild as ever. The stormy impact brought an extreme thrill, and a brief daze left Tracy somewhat perplexed. She couldn’t remember why she had been so indifferent to kicking Komer away. Was it weariness or fatigue, or the need for new stimulation?
It seemed to be none of these. The only reason seemed to lie with that guy from the Heine Family, but all her painstaking efforts had only garnered a brief night’s amusement. No, it could not even be called amusement. That guy was completely useless, a half-castrated man, born with a handsome face, yet so utterly ineffective. She couldn’t understand how she could be so blindly infatuated with such a useless wretch at the time, doing such incredible things for such a eunuch, stepping wrong once and then making mistakes at every turn, just like that.
What happened later? Things just went blandly from there on. Tracy was not one to regret. If a mistake was made, it was made. There was nothing worth regretting, but this time she had indeed made a grave mistake, so much so that the gods seemed to want to punish her, making her come to the Caucasus. Was this redemption? Tracy thought despairingly; that would be far too cruel.
Just when Tracy thought she had successfully captivated Komer’s heart and soul after several nights of revelry, Komer suddenly left without saying goodbye. The insanely angry Tracy did not know how to curse that damn guy, but those damn Half-Beastmen kept her strictly confined here. Tracy originally thought Komer wanted to take revenge on her in this manner, she even hoped one day Komer would reappear and long for her body again. It wasn’t until news of the Caucasus Army’s massive attack on Homer reached her ears that she realized how awfully wrong she had been, and Komer’s vengeful heart was so strong that he would use such methods against her.
Tracy drifted through the days in a daze, the despair emanating from within sapping her thinking power. She didn’t know how to face the world, the thought of her father’s cold, gloomy eyes made her shudder, and now it seemed even that was to be no more. Could Homer survive the mad onslaught of the Caucasus Army? Tracy did not know. All she could do was "bless" that damn Komer with curses from the bottom of her heart.