The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Maha Gummi’s intelligence network operated at its fastest pace, monitoring Marco and the Sky Garden without missing a detail, since a massive deployment such as the Windriding Knights could hardly occur without leaving any traces. From Komer’s judgment, if the Wind Riders and the Court truly planned to make a move against him, they were unlikely to bother with secrecy.

The moment the knights of the Wind Riders set out, it would signal the commencement of war, and Komer was well aware of the preciousness of the time before this.

The Basarabia Eagle Sobchako had already arrived with two Basarabian Court Knights, claiming their triangular strike formation was a leader among the smaller combined formations, capable of holding its own against five or six opponents of equal strength.

The invitation to the Jellyfish People in the middle of the Catania River should have reached by now. The Double Honor of the Jellyfish People must have started their journey, trading their clan’s health, which they believed would satisfy them since they would never want their clan’s prolonged well-being under a foreign control.

Komer believed he had done everything that could be done, mobilizing all available forces. Damarlinsk Castle would be the place deciding Nicosia’s fate. The Church of Light could not afford to wait, and he was unwilling to delay further, knowing that a prolonged stalemate was unbearable for both sides.

Komer did not consider himself a man fond of women. His frivolous youth was behind him, and although he shared the normal manly penchant and desire for women, these were no longer of paramount importance. What, then, was most crucial for him?

Love?

The word sounded noble yet bitter. For someone like him, craving love was seemingly a luxury. Even if his feelings for Vero were unclear—whether it was a Platonic love of the mind or merely an attraction—he had yet to harbor any physical desires towards her. There might be some, but at least he could control them with ease.