The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Slowly rising to his feet, Komer and Iliana faced each other, their cheeks less than twenty centimeters apart, so close that even their breaths were palpable. Even as Komer asked the question, his eyes still wandered over Iliana’s body, before adding, "It’s such a pity, such a wonderfully exquisite body. Why do you refuse to grace the world with it, always hiding beneath these heavy robes? I’m wondering whether it should be up to me to lift this mysterious veil."

Iliana didn’t want to use words to express her feelings anymore. Apart from the raging fury in her eyes, she simply watched the other coldly, lips sealed, unwilling to utter another word.

Komer was somewhat disappointed. It seemed this fellow was truly out of the ordinary in strength and stubbornness, to still be able to maintain such a state under these circumstances, which he found quite rare. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter to him, as he still had plenty of time and opportunities.

"Hmm, it appears Miss Iliana has some serious misunderstandings about me. I think we need some time to slowly communicate, and I believe my friend Miss Uma should serve as the bridge for this." Komer smiled warmly, "Uma, Miss Iliana is in your hands now. It’s understandable that her thoughts might not turn so quickly, so I think you need to put a little more effort into helping Miss Iliana. Yes, it would be best if you can accomplish this within a week. I am looking forward to your performance."

When Komer floated out of the secret room, not only was Iliana cursing incessantly, but even Uma couldn’t help but curse Komer in her heart—a freakish, bitter man with such immense power, his existence seemed truly an unfortunate affair for this world.

"You’re saying we go to Marco to rescue Rebry?" Mihailovich wasn’t too surprised, yet his brow still betrayed a trace of worry. Everyone knew what Marco was—the Holy City of the Church of Light, home to the elite of the entire Church. To cause trouble there was predictably perilous.

"Are you a bit worried, Mihailovich?" Komer asked with a light smile.

"Aren’t you worried?" countered Mihailovich. He was puzzled by Komer’s casual demeanor; Komer couldn’t possibly be unaware of Marco’s strength. Apart from Julius, the two great archbishops of the Church of Light—Frenster and Vazinsky—were magic powerhouses who had almost reached the heavenly path. Additionally, there were the zealots Noyola and Lorenzo from the Religious Court, whose strength, while slightly inferior to Frenster and Vazinsky’s, was limited in difference. And with countless Light Saints and Paladins, as well as three major Church Knights regiments, challenging the Church of Light there was tantamount to suicide, no matter how many people you brought.

"You seem to have misunderstood my intention, Mihailovich. I’m not openly challenging the Church or the Court; what I mean is that we’re only planning an operation that can be completed in a very short amount of time. The prison tower where Rebry is held is not exceptionally well-guarded. If we can mount a surprise attack at their weakest moment, it’s entirely possible to complete the mission and withdraw from Marco without alarming those other powerhouses. To put it precisely, this would be akin to a hostage rescue operation." Komer fiddled with the devil’s ring on his finger, musing aloud, "We already have a rough idea of the prison tower’s situation. It’s a considerable distance from where the other masters reside, and if we act appropriately, I believe we stand a complete chance of ending the battle and withdrawing before the Church of Light responds."

Mihailovich sighed softly and shook his head, "Lord Komer, I think you’re underestimating the Church of Light’s strength. Let’s not even talk about whether we can successfully rescue Rebry—if we do manage that, have you considered how the Church of Light would react? Are you truly prepared for a complete rupture with the Church of Light?"