Chapter 16: Endless Spring Beauty

Perhaps the Caucasus was their best destination—only there could he truly ensure their safety. Komer didn’t want the woman he liked to embark on pointless adventures and make meaningless sacrifices with his companions. Justice and fairness could only be upheld with strength; otherwise, they were nothing but dust under the feet of the powerful. Perhaps they still didn’t fully understand this, but Komer understood it deeply.

Soft footsteps gradually came from among the food packs. Komer tried to figure out who it could be. Grace and Finitz could be ruled out—those two moved like storms, certainly not with such grace. Only Eve and Lome remained. Eve wouldn’t come to see him at such a time. Though she had accepted his proposal, she needed to stick closely to her companions, becoming much more distant from him, which disappointed Komer greatly.

As Komer had expected, when that familiar delicate scent appeared nearby, he knew, even with his eyes closed, that the woman who had come was his forbidden love—the mage Lome of the Light Holy Church. Unfazed by the possibility of being noticed, Lome, dressed in white, retained the dignity and elegance befitting a mage. Aside from a hint of charm only Komer could discern in her expression, even Rebril couldn’t tell what had happened to this Light mage. But in private, Lome’s tenderness brought Komer pleasure he hadn’t felt in years. The taboo nature of their encounters, like an affair, carried a thrill that challenged moral boundaries, making it hard to resist.

A Light mage, an apostle of the Light Holy Church—just thinking of this sacred title made one imagine listening to their teachings and receiving baptism in a solemn church, purifying every corner of one’s soul and bathed in the holy light of heaven. Oh, what a noble and revered thing. Yet such a beloved and beautiful mage was at his mercy, moaning softly, willing to live or die for him, entirely under his control. The contrast was enough to make one think they deserved hell. Yet Komer was utterly fascinated by this feeling. Though he hadn’t had another chance since that time, casual physical contact and eye contact still sparked endless desire in him. He believed Lome felt the same. This desire burned within him, leaving him like dry soil in desperate need of moisture.

With a soft “Mm,” Lomei collapsed into Komer’s arms. Her usual reserve and coldness were gone; her cheeks were flushed pink, her dark eyes sometimes clear and sometimes confused, yet her overwhelming joy was unmistakable. The moment Lomei leaped into his arms with a gentle pull on her wrist, Komer felt an indescribable joy. The Great Swamp seemed like his natural haven—this mission had been a huge success. It seemed the time had come to celebrate. The gap in the pile of food at the stern was hidden, the sailors were resting at the bow, and a barrier had been raised. Unless Rebrí deliberately interfered, no one could discover them. Her delicate features and slightly furrowed brows, along with her slightly breathless pink lips, only fueled Komer’s impulse. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers and pulled her slender body close, merging into one. Lomei had lost all thought until she felt a coolness on her chest. Only then did she realize, in shock, that her upper garments had vanished without her noticing. No, no, this couldn’t happen. Though she had lost her past memories, her remaining sense of reason and moral compass told her that indulging in such public pleasure under the sunlight was a violation of the gods’ will. But her trembling body and nearly shattered mind prevented her from making a proper decision. When the Grand Sage’s lips gently kissed those buds on her chest, all morality and reason vanished. Komer greedily ravaged the young mage’s chest. With his rapid breaths, Lomei’s rosy nipples soon turned purple and swelled under his assault. Her limp body relied entirely on Komer’s support to stay upright. Her dress was torn, revealing her snow-white belly and delicately shaped navel—such perfection, like a masterfully crafted work of art, lay before him. Soon, Komer was no longer satisfied with mere caresses; his hands moved on to the next target. As her dress fell away, Lomei realized in horror that she was almost completely naked in the Grand Sage’s arms. She wasn’t opposed to him doing this; in fact, she felt a faint sense of pride. But she dared not compose a love symphony with him in such a setting.

But Komer’s firm movements and encouraging gaze finally made her let go of everything, and their two passionate bodies merged together. When the narrow, damp flower path opened up to Komer once more, he was completely immersed in this earthly pleasure. The girl’s clear, delicate moans were like the best aphrodisiac, while her youthful body danced joyfully under Komer’s thrusts. The warm sunlight and gentle breeze served as the perfect companions and listeners for these lovers in ecstasy. In his extreme excitement, Komer’s consciousness even experienced brief dizziness. The memories of King Canifer III flooded back into his mind—chaotic fragments kept swirling through his thoughts: secrets of hidden treasures, battles between humans and demons, courtly debauchery, fights in other worlds, and final battles. It seemed the most profound chapters from King Canifer III’s memories were finally being revealed to him.

Komer realized this was the most precious legacy left to him by King Canifer III—memories he had never obtained through communication with the crystal before, as its power had long since been exhausted, leaving him unable to gain any insights from what had now become an ordinary magic crystal. Yet now, it seemed he had found another key to unlocking the treasures of King Canifer III’s memories. He didn’t know if future adventures would bring him such wonders as well.

At that moment, Komer was completely lost in the ecstatic experience of entwining with the young mage. All that remained in his mind was a faint memory of it. He had neither the time nor the desire to be distracted by such things during his happiest moments. Such beautiful times needed to be cherished—nothing could replace the supreme joy of life at that instant.