The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Princess Renta, Your Highness?!" Komer was somewhat surprised. How come right after Tracy had just arrived, Princess Renta showed up as well? This was simply inconceivable. Could it be that they had come together? If that were the case, he really needed to weigh the implications of Tracy’s visit.

"What’s wrong, Your Excellency the Count, do you seem unwelcoming of my arrival?"

Princess Renta’s green eyes always shimmered like emeralds in the dark, her cheeks plump and smooth, and around her swanlike neck hung a ribbon with a cat’s eye stone the size of a finger. She carried an air of opulence, yet didn’t lack in refined elegance. This woman had good taste, Komer noted. Compared to the somewhat delicate and graceful Katya, Renta’s face bore more a youthful vigor, her full lips more flavorful than Katya’s cherry lips, perhaps a trait inherited from the Anson family. Her eyelashes were so long they almost looked fake, a unique trait of the Romanov bloodline; Katya had it, and so did Hoffman. It made the women look more enchanting and the men, naturally, more alluring. No wonder every member of the Romanov family had such a way with women.

"Your Highness, as the saying goes, ’Your presence is an honor unto us,’ although the phrase is a bit clichéd, it perfectly expresses the sentiments of Our Caucasus people," Komer said smoothly, no longer the naive youngster he once was, adeptly handling the veiled provocation.

"Komer, it seems you haven’t grown fond of the identity of Homer. Could it be that the Caucasus is that dear to you?" Princess Renta had already seated herself gracefully under Komer’s complimentary guidance. The Caucasus was indeed full of vitality, but after all, it was a frontier land, and Renta didn’t appreciate the scent of commoners and foreigners that filled the place. Looking at the bustling crowds on Ugru Street, aside from merchants, the proportion of Half-Beastmen and Barbarians was too high, which always gave her a sense of insecurity, even though she knew that here, Half-Beastmen and Barbarians might be even more loyal than Mortals.

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"Why do you say that? Homer is my territory, the Caucasus is my territory, as is Livonia; where I choose to be is my freedom, and it doesn’t represent my attitude." Komer shrugged his shoulders. Looking down from above at the woman who had just taken her seat, he noticed her breasts were full and slightly uplifted—more so than either Katya’s or Tracy’s. Perhaps only Grace could compare, of course excluding Shatima.

"What about Groningen then?"

Komer laughed. This bitch; although Komer was sure she was still a virgin, in her bones she reeked completely of bitch, a genuine political slut. And what about himself? Was he a political john?

"What are you trying to say, Your Highness?"

"Groningen, as you know, has many interests for the Anson family."