The Vastness of Magical Destiny

A rather ordinary three-masted sailboat skillfully sailed out from the trumpet-shaped riverbank, plunging into the azure Nether Sea, cleaving waves as it sped towards the vast South. The fierce North Wind from the Northern Wasteland, gave the whole coastline and sea surface a sense of the cold harshness of wind demons dancing with snowflakes; this year, Homer’s winter seemed to come especially early.

Komer, with his arms crossed, watched the view ahead, the Nether Sea—a body of water that fostered endless prosperity along the shores of the Cang Continent—seemed to lie right beneath his feet.

Temporarily setting aside the affairs of Nicosia, Komer tried to relax himself, but the image of Renta inevitably lingered in his mind. To be honest, while Renta’s plump and alluring body was memorable, it wasn’t enough to make Komer pine for her even as he left Nicosia for the South. Neither Grace nor Lome, nor even Katya and Tracy, were inferior to Renta; what attracted Komer was Renta’s heart, her unquenchable, vigorous ambition.

She was an interesting woman, interesting yet also calm and wise—a woman whose rate of growth was astonishing. If the old Renta had still worn a mask of false pride, lacking smoothness and depth, then the current Renta truly had the ability to stand on her own.

Being able to recognize faults and correct them, not shying away from asking questions, and being persistently indomitable—these were not qualities Komer often attributed to anyone. Yet, he had to admit that Renta now possessed these essential elements of a politician. Don’t think that being a politician is only about deceit and manipulation, only about saying one thing and doing another, double-dealing; those who do are not successful politicians, but often despised failures. To succeed, commanding respect with admirable qualities is essential.

Perhaps it was the inheritance of the bloodlines from both the Romanov and Anson families that endowed her with the political edge of both families.

Even though Renta’s approach to handling the Northern Alliance and the Church of Light was still somewhat immature, when Komer thought about himself from a few years back, wasn’t he also starting from scratch? The merciless storms teach people many indelible memories and experiences, and Komer believed that Renta would also gradually mature.

Maybe he should give her more power and responsibility? Komer silently questioned himself.

Was that feasible? Komer was somewhat uncertain.

The bloodline of the Romanov family gave her many advantages but also increased her risk and unpredictability. Playing this card meant considering what it would bring him, and Komer was very clear about that.