The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Elegant, slender fingers floated delicate tendrils of smoke, making Katya’s face seem even paler than it had been six months ago, contrasting starkly with her crimson lips and pale skin, adding to her fragile beauty.

Subconsciously, Katya placed the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag. This kind of faint, enduringly pleasant cigarette had quickly become a rage among the upper echelons of Nicosia city. In fact, cigarettes rolled with coca leaves were more narcotic and hallucinogenic than ordinary ones. Although the effect varied with the age of the coca leaves, these mildly hallucinogenic cigarettes had immediately become a favorite among high-class women.

The scent of the cigarette smoke slowly seeped into her nerves. Katya felt a sense of relaxation—it was truly comfortable. Under immense mental pressure, only by numbing herself with such substances could she alleviate the inner turmoil and keep herself pleasantly sane. She knew too well that relying too much on such things wasn’t good, but what could she do now? The immense daily pressures were enough to cause mental breakdowns. Without these things, she did not know if she could have carried on.

Amid the light blue smoke, a face slowly emerged; Katya frowned as Komer’s face ruined her good mood, but she also knew that in reality, she couldn’t escape Komer’s shadow, not in any aspect.

Renta, that bitch, was clearly hooking up with Komer. That the Romanov family and the Anson family—so-called noble families of Nicosia of supposed pure blood—had intermingled to produce such a despicable bitch chilled Katya’s teeth, and it also made her worry about her own fate.

Komer certainly had quite the appetite, manipulating Renta, that bitch, as well as hooking up with Furina, that little slut from Basarabia who appeared innocent but couldn’t hide the feverish desires and lust of a ’Little Skylark’ from the Buzak Plains. There was also Vero, the seemingly virtuous and graceful lady; Katya thought maliciously.

Katya was by no means abstinent, nor did she have any inclinations toward lifelong fidelity or conservative chastity. She would never settle for any man that she did not respect—her motto was quality over quantity. Unfortunately, apart from Komer, it was difficult to find any man who met her standards within her surroundings. However, although this man brought her much joy, he also inflicted endless pain on her, even abruptly destroying the path she had envisioned for herself, which Katya found intolerable.

And now, things had progressed to a point where they seemed to no longer depend on Katya’s will. With an air of supremacy, Komer swept through Nicosia, causing even the haughty Zellin Stolten to stoop and kneel before his formidable presence. Except for herself, who could remain somewhat isolated due to some special reasons, the whole of Nicosia had long become an object in Komer’s palm.