The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"What did you say?!" The girl angrily raised her beautiful eyebrows and glared at the elder who had watched her grow up, "Then what are we still doing here? We must leave and return immediately."

"Your Highness, please stay calm. This is not the fault of the other party. Although we have accepted his invitation, we have always failed to set out, delaying for so long. It is normal for the other party to go out on inspections and not a deliberate slight against us. Besides, Tumoka and their military generals need to make contact to understand the situation in more detail."

"So, I am just a pretext, and you and Tumoka are the real purposes of this visit," the girl replied coldly.

"No, Furina, you’ve misunderstood. Your visit is the main mission arranged by the Duke, and you should know what he intends. However, since we are here, and with this army, and the officers under Lord Komer, we are all equally interested. Good contact is the beginning of a wonderful future cooperation, and I believe you can understand that."

"Hmph, is there really a need to understand and interact with those barbarians? I don’t see it," Furina lowered her voice slightly.

Mechetilev laughed, a signal that the girl was beginning to relent, "Furina, do not underestimate those barbarians. Perhaps in the future, you will have to deal with them even more. Actually, they are much better than many mortals, at least they do not stab you in the back with a honey tongue."

The girl’s cheeks flushed. She heard the insinuation in the elder’s words, but even now, she could not clearly explain her thoughts on the matter—confused, lost, mixed with a little bit of anticipation and joy, and also a bit of fear. A mysterious figure, a legendary playboy, could possibly become her husband, which was too hard for Furina to accept.

The arrival of the Basarabians indeed caught Puber off guard. With Komer far away in the Southern Mediterranean, it would take at least half a month to return. The Basarabians put on an attitude of waiting to meet Komer formally, leaving Puber at a loss for how to arrange for these visitors. If it were any other matter, Puber could delegate it to Renta, whose status was steadily rising, but with the matter involving Furina, a person of undetermined status and possibly a major rival to Renta, he had no choice but to deal with it himself.

Furina had made a good impression on Puber—pure and ethereal, and full of youthful energy. Compared to Vero, Vero seemed more like a solitary orchid blooming in a secluded valley, while Furina was more like an iris dancing in the wind, more likely to catch people’s attention.

Who was more suitable to become the lady of Komer’s heart? Puber was unsure. Komer’s thoughts were hard to gauge at the moment, but Puber knew at least it would not be Renta. Perhaps Renta was more suited for Komer, more capable of fulfilling the duties of a lady, but in Komer’s innermost heart, Renta might never find a place.