Chapter 952
Dense layers of pitch-black clouds drifted across the night sky while loud, ear-deafening thunder boomed from within, shaking the ship that was sailing among the clouds. It wasn’t a magic warship built with a strong, steel hull from the Munn Kingdom. Instead, it was just an old, ordinary ship with a towering mast penetrating the clouds and white sails swelling to the winds. On both sides of the hull, several enormous, pitch-black Night Wyverns expanded their wings and dragged the ship forward by the chains.
Rolling thunder and pitch-black clouds only represented one thing.
“I feel uncomfortable every time I witness this view. Compared to the thunderous clouds, I much prefer peaceful nights and the round moon.”
A woman grumbled under her breath and unfolded the handheld fan gently. Even though she was high up in the chilly air, she only wore a thin and long, luxurious black gauze dress that revealed her snowy arms and alluring chest. Her bright, silky golden hair hung down to her ankles, drifting in the gentle wind like satin. She had a curvy waist that no men could withstand embracing in their arms. Her feminine, delicate face perfectly accentuated her mature, flirtatious charm like an irresistible love poison. If she were at a banquet, she would definitely be the most eye-catching star of the night and not even her master could steal her spotlight. But it was a pity that no one appreciated her grace here.
“Because peaceful nights are more suitable for you to sleep around? Floozy.”
A deep, heavy voice full of disdain and mockery sounded, but the woman didn’t reveal any angered expression. On the contrary, she turned around with a lovable smile, folded her hands, and gazed at the massive, two-meter-tall knight clad in pitch-black, steel armor.
“Oh no… Please don’t say that, Your Majesty Balende. A woman’s body is actually a really useful weapon, okay? It can beat swords without sacrifice or bloodshed. I can reach my goal when I use this wonderful body to seduce the victim, so isn’t that the best result one can expect? Or could it be that all men love to witness bloodshed? How violent… It obviously isn’t necessary, but it’s not like I can’t understand men’s desire to conquer, that is.”
The woman puffed out her chest proudly. Then, she let out a chuckle.
“Hmph, these shameless words sure suit you. After your position is snatched, I will surely be there to witness how you get toyed with as a slave. Although I’m not interested in your filthy body, I do want to know how you feel when you get played by others instead. That will definitely delight me.”
A red glint flashed in Balende’s helmet. He scoffed and swept an indifferent glance at the woman before turning around and left the deck. The woman covered her mouth with her slender hair and chuckled.
“Is that so?”
Ion responded coldly as though he was disinterested but Erin was aware that this was just his usual attitude. He only needed reports and not suggestions. As long as he made the decision, he would strongly and unwaveringly believe that he would be the final victor. He never allowed anyone to comment on his thoughts and any objections would be denied. It seemed like the previous setback wasn’t enough to turn him around. In his eyes, the failure in his attack against the Munn Kingdom wasn’t worthy of a mention. Just like now, the reason why he participated in his ceremony was mainly because he wanted to personally understand the new dragon soul heir and see if he had any value to be roped in.
However, Erin thought that such intentions were more dangerous.
It still isn’t enough.
A carriage would rock if its wheels ran over a large stone and the correct way for the carriage to stabilize was to decrease its speed. But Erin realized that her big brother had no regards for the dangers ahead and nor any intention to slow down. On the contrary, he continued to dash ahead. Erin knew that a rare and non-threatening setback in his eyes possibly represented that the flat avenue would soon turn into a muddy road. If he didn’t slow down, the carriage would sink into the mud and might even flip over.
And that man seemed to possess such an ability to do so. In the beginning, Erin treated Rhode as an interesting plaything she could manipulate. But now, he might possibly be her big brother’s biggest obstacle. Even though Erin had only met Rhode twice, she sharply sensed that Rhode was similar to her big brother in some areas. They were confident, seemed to clutch everything within their grasps, wouldn’t express their emotions, and always believed in their judgment and decisions. But what concerned Erin was that Rhode was smarter in handling situations than her big brother, and this was apparent from the names of his territory and how he didn’t bother about trifles. This was the most troublesome type of person to handle. Perhaps because Rhode seemed like a person who lacked so-called pride and honor, he seemed more dangerous because he would pull back appropriately as soon as the situation didn’t progress well, disregarding the criticisms he received. No, if this was only the case, he wouldn’t be that different from her big brother. The biggest difference between them was that Rhode could effortlessly jump over the deepest pit in his heart and this was the most important obstacle her big brother couldn’t overcome.
Erin lifted her head worriedly. Her black pupils reflected the image of her big brother.
I wouldn’t be this worried if that man was only an overlord. But now…
Erin felt that this test for her big brother was too difficult. This wasn’t a comparison between their individuality or overall strength. Instead, it was about something purer and deeper.
How will it turn out exactly?
Erin shifted her gaze to the window and let out a subtle sigh.