Chapter 1574: 1574
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Jade suddenly awoke from her thoughts. What was she thinking? She just met this Dyon character a few days ago, and all he did was pay Mithrandir back for her antics. Why was it that she was suddenly so angry?
'Calm down…' She spoke softly to herself. 'What's wrong with you…'
While Jade believed that Ri had a heavy weight on her shoulders, the weight on her own was even fiercer.
Back during the reign of the Elvin Kingdom, her Eostre family had been nothing but pawns. They sacrificed their sanity for the sake of breeding False True Empaths all so that they could lead what remained of their race out of trouble.
To this day, Jade was the only one who seemed to have escaped this fate. Her abilities were the highest, while she also seemed to suffer the least side effects.
But suddenly, she felt her own thoughts slipping out of her control.
Jade looked toward Dyon with a complicated glance. 'I have to stay away from him… The Clan is relying on me. For him to stir my true emotions like this… It's not a good thing. It seems I've indulged poorly.'
The manifestation of the Eostre family had always been the Moon. While in some cultures, such a beautiful thing was worshipped and bowed down to, Jade had never seen it this way…
What was the Moon's light if not the mere reflection of the Sun? It didn't produce any beauty of its own… In fact, if you looked closely, the moon was filled with so many flaws, cracks and crevices that it couldn't be counted as beautiful at all…
This was her Eostre family… Always fated to be the imitators of the light while in reality, they lacked substance of their own… Who was she, as the Moon, to seek out the Sun in Dyon?...
Dyon's eyes sparkled hearing Mithrandir's words, but, she could only frown as she noticed Dyon's lower regions weren't showing any reaction no matter how she stroked.
"You!" it wasn't clear you said it first, but an eruption of baleful auras blanketed the lounging area.
Dyon didn't seem to notice, deciding to instead calmly remove Mithrandir's hand and stop circulating his celestial and demonic will.
Dyon chuckled, looking into Mithrandir's still cloudy eyes, "You should be careful with you who play with beautiful. Taking you wouldn't be difficult for me," Dyon's hand, still resting on Mithrandir's treasured place, flicked up with a last bit of his aurora.
"Mmm, oh god," Mithrandir grasped Dyon's shirt tightly from her seated position, breathing heavily.
Although Mithrandir was an outrageous beauty, Dyon felt no remorse in toying with her. He had little patience for those who sought to control him, and a beauty was no exception.
Ri couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, "HAHAHAHAHA," she wiped the tears from her face, clenching her stomach with her free arm. But, the geniuses didn't take this too well.
"It only makes sense for a human to come here with such an ugly girl," Sneered Ores, "I've seen you two together before. You must have settled for f.u.c.k.i.n.g a sow, it's about what you deserve."
Dyon froze, his face darkening.
BOOM!
There was no time to react, even for Dyon. A graceful figure fell from the terrace, crushing the table the male geniuses sat at.
Dyon looked at her elegant back. Her hair fluttered in the air, a layer of ice lowered the temperature drastically as a sword pressed against Ores' throat.
Ri's hair seemed to have a life of its own, Dyon looked on in anticipation, curious as to what her manifestation was. But, it never came, instead, a voice filled with a pure dense killing intent rang out, "You have a lot of nerve… did you think I'd need someone else to stand up for me? To protect me? Go on, say it again. Let's see if you can get the words out this time."
Ri's gentle lake like eyes had iced over, a layer of frost coating everything.
The elders looked on in astonishment, '9th level ice will… at barely 15… a true genius'
Dyon slowly walked over and lightly stroked Ri's head, seemingly unbothered by the bone chilling ice, "You don't need my help," He said softly, "But, let me do it anyway."
Ri looked over to Dyon, her eyes becoming decidedly gentler. Dyon hadn't said anything flowery about how it was a man's job to protect a woman, neither did he pretend as though Ri needed his help. He simply let her know that he wanted to do it. Ri smiled, and she suddenly outshone everything.
Seeing that moment between them, Jade could only smile bitterly, retracting her gaze from Dyon and silently wishing the two of them the best.
Even as Dyon stood in the arena, valiantly fighting for Ri and tearing Ores' façade of arrogance apart, she couldn't help but think to herself just how great it could be if he had been fighting for her instead. If his heart had opened up for her instead of Ri, would that be such a bad thing? Why did she have to continue sacrificing herself for a decision her ancestors made? When had anyone ever asked her what she wanted?
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Jade suddenly awoke from her thoughts. What was she thinking? She just met this Dyon character a few days ago, and all he did was pay Mithrandir back for her antics. Why was it that she was suddenly so angry?
'Calm down…' She spoke softly to herself. 'What's wrong with you…'
While Jade believed that Ri had a heavy weight on her shoulders, the weight on her own was even fiercer.
Back during the reign of the Elvin Kingdom, her Eostre family had been nothing but pawns. They sacrificed their sanity for the sake of breeding False True Empaths all so that they could lead what remained of their race out of trouble.
To this day, Jade was the only one who seemed to have escaped this fate. Her abilities were the highest, while she also seemed to suffer the least side effects.
But suddenly, she felt her own thoughts slipping out of her control.
Jade looked toward Dyon with a complicated glance. 'I have to stay away from him… The Clan is relying on me. For him to stir my true emotions like this… It's not a good thing. It seems I've indulged poorly.'
The manifestation of the Eostre family had always been the Moon. While in some cultures, such a beautiful thing was worshipped and bowed down to, Jade had never seen it this way…
What was the Moon's light if not the mere reflection of the Sun? It didn't produce any beauty of its own… In fact, if you looked closely, the moon was filled with so many flaws, cracks and crevices that it couldn't be counted as beautiful at all…
This was her Eostre family… Always fated to be the imitators of the light while in reality, they lacked substance of their own… Who was she, as the Moon, to seek out the Sun in Dyon?...
Dyon's eyes sparkled hearing Mithrandir's words, but, she could only frown as she noticed Dyon's lower regions weren't showing any reaction no matter how she stroked.
"You!" it wasn't clear you said it first, but an eruption of baleful auras blanketed the lounging area.
Dyon didn't seem to notice, deciding to instead calmly remove Mithrandir's hand and stop circulating his celestial and demonic will.
Dyon chuckled, looking into Mithrandir's still cloudy eyes, "You should be careful with you who play with beautiful. Taking you wouldn't be difficult for me," Dyon's hand, still resting on Mithrandir's treasured place, flicked up with a last bit of his aurora.
"Mmm, oh god," Mithrandir grasped Dyon's shirt tightly from her seated position, breathing heavily.
Although Mithrandir was an outrageous beauty, Dyon felt no remorse in toying with her. He had little patience for those who sought to control him, and a beauty was no exception.
Ri couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, "HAHAHAHAHA," she wiped the tears from her face, clenching her stomach with her free arm. But, the geniuses didn't take this too well.
"It only makes sense for a human to come here with such an ugly girl," Sneered Ores, "I've seen you two together before. You must have settled for f.u.c.k.i.n.g a sow, it's about what you deserve."
Dyon froze, his face darkening.
BOOM!
There was no time to react, even for Dyon. A graceful figure fell from the terrace, crushing the table the male geniuses sat at.
Dyon looked at her elegant back. Her hair fluttered in the air, a layer of ice lowered the temperature drastically as a sword pressed against Ores' throat.
Ri's hair seemed to have a life of its own, Dyon looked on in anticipation, curious as to what her manifestation was. But, it never came, instead, a voice filled with a pure dense killing intent rang out, "You have a lot of nerve… did you think I'd need someone else to stand up for me? To protect me? Go on, say it again. Let's see if you can get the words out this time."
Ri's gentle lake like eyes had iced over, a layer of frost coating everything.
The elders looked on in astonishment, '9th level ice will… at barely 15… a true genius'
Dyon slowly walked over and lightly stroked Ri's head, seemingly unbothered by the bone chilling ice, "You don't need my help," He said softly, "But, let me do it anyway."
Ri looked over to Dyon, her eyes becoming decidedly gentler. Dyon hadn't said anything flowery about how it was a man's job to protect a woman, neither did he pretend as though Ri needed his help. He simply let her know that he wanted to do it. Ri smiled, and she suddenly outshone everything.
Seeing that moment between them, Jade could only smile bitterly, retracting her gaze from Dyon and silently wishing the two of them the best.
Even as Dyon stood in the arena, valiantly fighting for Ri and tearing Ores' façade of arrogance apart, she couldn't help but think to herself just how great it could be if he had been fighting for her instead. If his heart had opened up for her instead of Ri, would that be such a bad thing? Why did she have to continue sacrificing herself for a decision her ancestors made? When had anyone ever asked her what she wanted?
Jade suddenly awoke from her thoughts. What was she thinking? She just met this Dyon character a few days ago, and all he did was pay Mithrandir back for her antics. Why was it that she was suddenly so angry? 'Calm down' She spoke softly to herself. 'What's wrong with you' While Jade believed that Ri had a heavy weight on her shoulders, the weight on her own was even fiercer. Back during the reign of the Elvin Kingdom, her Eostre family had been nothing but pawns. They sacrificed their sanity for the sake of breeding False True Empaths all so that they could lead what remained of their race out of trouble. To this day, Jade was the only one who seemed to have escaped this fate. Her abilities were the highest, while she also seemed to suffer the least side effects. But suddenly, she felt her own thoughts slipping out of her control. Jade looked toward Dyon with a complicated glance. 'I have to stay away from him The Clan is relying on me. For him to stir my true emotions like this It's not a good thing. It seems I've indulged poorly.' The manifestation of the Eostre family had always been the Moon. While in some cultures, such a beautiful thing was worshipped and bowed down to, Jade had never seen it this way What was the Moon's light if not the mere reflection of the Sun? It didn't produce any beauty of its own In fact, if you looked closely, the moon was filled with so many flaws, cracks and crevices that it couldn't be counted as beautiful at all This was her Eostre family Always fated to be the imitators of the light while in reality, they lacked substance of their own Who was she, as the Moon, to seek out the Sun in Dyon?... Dyon's eyes sparkled hearing Mithrandir's words, but, she could only frown as she noticed Dyon's lower regions weren't showing any reaction no matter how she stroked. "You!" it wasn't clear you said it first, but an eruption of baleful auras blanketed the lounging area. Dyon didn't seem to notice, deciding to instead calmly remove Mithrandir's hand and stop circulating his celestial and demonic will. Dyon chuckled, looking into Mithrandir's still cloudy eyes, "You should be careful with you who play with beautiful. Taking you wouldn't be difficult for me," Dyon's hand, still resting on Mithrandir's treasured place, flicked up with a last bit of his aurora. "Mmm, oh god," Mithrandir grasped Dyon's shirt tightly from her seated position, breathing heavily. Although Mithrandir was an outrageous beauty, Dyon felt no remorse in toying with her. He had little patience for those who sought to control him, and a beauty was no exception. Ri couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, "HAHAHAHAHA," she wiped the tears from her face, clenching her stomach with her free arm. But, the geniuses didn't take this too well. "It only makes sense for a human to come here with such an ugly girl," Sneered Ores, "I've seen you two together before. You must have settled for f.u.c.k.i.n.g a sow, it's about what you deserve." Dyon froze, his face darkening. BOOM! There was no time to react, even for Dyon. A graceful figure fell from the terrace, crushing the table the male geniuses sat at. Dyon looked at her elegant back. Her hair fluttered in the air, a layer of ice lowered the temperature drastically as a sword pressed against Ores' throat. Ri's hair seemed to have a life of its own, Dyon looked on in anticipation, curious as to what her manifestation was. But, it never came, instead, a voice filled with a pure dense killing intent rang out, "You have a lot of nerve did you think I'd need someone else to stand up for me? To protect me? Go on, say it again. Let's see if you can get the words out this time." Ri's gentle lake like eyes had iced over, a layer of frost coating everything. The elders looked on in astonishment, '9th level ice will at barely 15 a true genius' Dyon slowly walked over and lightly stroked Ri's head, seemingly unbothered by the bone chilling ice, "You don't need my help," He said softly, "But, let me do it anyway." Ri looked over to Dyon, her eyes becoming decidedly gentler. Dyon hadn't said anything flowery about how it was a man's job to protect a woman, neither did he pretend as though Ri needed his help. He simply let her know that he wanted to do it. Ri smiled, and she suddenly outshone everything. Seeing that moment between them, Jade could only smile bitterly, retracting her gaze from Dyon and silently wishing the two of them the best. Even as Dyon stood in the arena, valiantly fighting for Ri and tearing Ores' faade of arrogance apart, she couldn't help but think to herself just how great it could be if he had been fighting for her instead. If his heart had opened up for her instead of Ri, would that be such a bad thing? Why did she have to continue sacrificing herself for a decision her ancestors made? When had anyone ever asked her what she wanted?
