Chapter 725: Chapter 746 Set Sail
“It’s touching, but I hope such a thing never happens,” the Succubus Lord smiled, “I still have so ti, and it seems I owe you so answers to your questions.”
“I am indeed very curious,” Lancelot nodded in acknowledgnt, “but you owe no answers, my lady.”
“Damn it, we’re at this point, and you still have this attitude?” Tijana suddenly pushed Lancelot against the wall, then kissed him fiercely, “Tell , what were you thinking when Visuvius’s figure erged once again from the Volcano Fortress?”
“To be honest, mainly about what chances there might be to turn the tables,” Lancelot gazed into her eyes, “For a very brief mont, an idea flashed through my mind like a shooting star, making realize I might never see you again…”
“Ah, that’s enough,” the Succubus Lord revealed a sincere smile, “Let’s change the place…”
She waved her hand, summoning a portal on the wall they were leaning against, and Lancelot felt a void behind him, then stumbled into softness.
“My lady,” Lancelot swallowed hard, looking up at Tijana with her hands on his chest, “didn’t we say…”
He couldn’t continue, as the Succubus Lord pressed her lips against his again, sealing his naive mouth completely. The two embarked on the long-awaited boat and headed straight into a storm that re mortals couldn’t possibly imagine.
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Lancelot sat on the bed, still dazed by what had just ended.
The exhausted Tijana was asleep behind him, the bedsheet stained with bright red blood. The Succubus Lord started off with great vigor, but soon revealed unbelievable clumsiness, handing over the helm back to Lancelot… Having been intimate with a virgin succubus was strange enough, but his mysterious breakthrough to the high rank of Foundation Establishnt Stage was even more bizarre.
There were so passages in the bamboo slip that Lancelot had skipped before. He needed to read those parts carefully later, as they should explain this situation. However, what had happened had happened, things were as they were, and he indeed felt great, and it probably wouldn’t have any bad effects on Tijana… He had never practiced those Cultivation Techniques that could.
Lancelot suddenly realized that a sleeping Succubus Lord was not a good thing for Twin Bridges Town—too many accidents might happen during this ti. So he sat back by the bed, gently took Tijana’s wrist, and channeled a stream of pure Spiritual Energy into her. In just a few breaths, the Succubus Lord jerked open her eyes. After a mont of initial confusion, her expression changed abruptly, and she sat up from her lying position to ask Lancelot in a low voice:
“How long has it been like this?”
“Not very long. If we start counting from leaving that cellar, it’s been less than three hours…”
Upon hearing this, Tijana tightly shut her eyes, seemingly sensing sothing silently, while Lancelot unconsciously averted his gaze, not daring to directly view the alluring scene, although he was now familiar with every inch of the Succubus Lord’s skin.
“Good, good, nothing unexpected happened again,” Tijana’s voice finally rose, “How could this… affair… be so dangerous? It even made lose consciousness? I should have been more careful… Wait, did you wake for a reason…”
Lancelot turned and saw the Succubus Lord had already conjured a full set of evening dress, watching him with a wary look… and suddenly with a battle-ready Nail-headed Hamr. This couldn’t be blad on the Human Knight because the Succubus Lord continuing naked might have been better, but once she dressed, it presented a completely different kind of stimulation and enticent.
“Uh…”
Lancelot’s face turned uncontrollably red, and he quickly bowed his head, hurriedly dressing himself in a fluster, which slightly eased the awkward atmosphere in the room.
“I don’t an to… no, what I an is, I’m not saying I don’t want to…” Lancelot felt his tongue twist in his mouth, and he had to give up trying to make his words sound less crude, “Yes, I would be very glad to do it again, anyti and anywhere, even now. Do you have other matters to attend to at this mont?”
“I did have, but not anymore. …” the Succubus Lord started to unbutton her evening dress, “If I pass out again, wake up imdiately with the thod you just used, understand?”
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“Tijana.”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you a Holy Warrior?”
“Because of an oath I once made.”
“Is it that simple?”
“It is that simple. However, rather than an oath, it might be more accurate to call it a pact. After all, anyone can make an oath, and so people do it several tis a day, but only those oaths that are powerful enough to resonate with a native magic power in the multiverse are useful. And it’s only through the actions and will of keeping that pact that one can gain more power.”
“What kind of oath did you make?”
“An oath of revenge.”
“Revenge for what?”
“My parents. Don’t ask about their identities; I can’t tell you.”
“Understandable. Then who is the target of your revenge?”
“I still can’t say. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, but I guess your enemy must be very powerful.”
“Yes, but I won’t give up. Never.”
“I’ll help you.”
“Thank you, but there’s no need. I don’t need that kind of promise.” Tijana sat up once again, this ti much more determinedly, “I have to go.”
“Where to?”
“To find the portal to the Domain of the Vague, and while I’m at it, write a strongly worded letter of protest to kanshut to see how she’ll react.” As she spoke, her aura completely reverted to that of the Succubus Lord. “Leave your armor here, I will have soone fix it later. You can continue to rest here, but if you wish to return to Hagrid Manor, simply go down the stairs to the bottom floor after leaving this room and you’ll find the training ground where there is a portal.”
“Alright.” Lancelot tilted his head and kissed Tijana fiercely again, but this ti the kiss held the aning of farewell.
When their lips parted, the Succubus Lord gave his shoulders a solid push, causing Lancelot to fall back onto the soft bed again, while she herself turned and disappeared outside the door.
Lancelot did not move at first, rely staring blankly at the complex and mysterious patterns on the ceiling. Gradually, though, the corners of his mouth began to curve up, which he then forcefully pushed back down.
‘Erm…’ the voice of an elegant middle-aged male Elf echoed in his mind, ‘Could you take out and separate from the Sword of Zariel? The atmosphere in here is kind of weird…’
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