Chapter 112: A Grim Reunion: He’s No Longer With Us
Leaves drifted past the front of Central City’s southern gate while the crystal sun’s rays stretched across the ground.
Harmonious bird cries tore through the bright late-morning sky as they burst upward, flapping their wings calmly.
Jagged, round roots rolled on the stone beneath metal horse hooves slamming continuously. PA CRACK! PA CRACK!
White fur rippled across the beast, flaring out from the white house beneath the white-prayer-robed lady riding it.
Glancing backward, Saintess Lilith allowed her gold hair to spill over her shoulders. ’I wish I could have stayed till he returned.’
Her breasts swayed against each other as her eyes turned toward the deserted land stretching toward the distant academy. She sighed softly. ’I guess my post at the Aethermoor Academy call cannot be abandoned.’
Hems of blue cloth flapped at her side when a black horse closed in on her mount. "Let’s see who is faster, Lilith."
Lyra slammed her boots against the black horse’s sides with a faint scream, her silver tresses flaring upward. "HIA!"
Laughter burst out of Saintess Lilith as she watched Lyra hurry her horse forward. "We’re no longer in our teens, Lyra."
A sharp strain tugged through Saintess Lilith’s arms upon gripping the guide rope, bringing a smile to her lips.
Dust puffed upward, fogging the deserted land during the surge of Lyra’s charging horse.
The moment the fog of dust faded, white fur fluttered in the air. Golden locks slid through the wind like blades as Saintess Lilith urged hers forward, laughing. "I was always faster."
Lyra clenched her jaw, glancing back to see Saintess Lilith closing the distance. "That was then, Lilith."
Increasing her grip on the guide rope, she slammed her boots hard at the horse’s waist. "Not anymore."
Her full chest shifted inside the breastplate of her moonlight-night-blue combat suit while her body rode the rhythm of the black horse’s back. "I’ve changed."
Dust swirled up behind them during Saintess Lilith’s approach until both riders moved parallel across the open road.
Crows with black eyes spun above them, sending sharp cries into the air. Tiny feathers fell out of their wings in their circular flight, watching the two beautiful ladies riding the white and black war steeds furiously.
...
Loud howls spun through the sky of the Aethermoor Academy while dark clouds stretched across the heavens.
Shadows hovered in the streets as leaves fluttered softly like dead lovers.
Rat claws clicked in the alleyway beneath the utility tower when sharp footsteps began approaching.
All the crystal-eyed rats dashed into the drainage, echoing footsteps tearing through the alleyway and hitching its air.
Sparkling lights flickered on the walls while sunflowers trailed behind the top freshman like her children.
Black strands of hair flapped behind Clara Fontaine during her majestic stride, following her patrolling team like a queen.
A sharp gasp escaped her lungs upon turning her gaze to the top chamber of the utility workers’ tower. ’Oh master, when are you coming home?’
The hilt of her long silver sword bounced at her waist while her left hand loosened its grip. ’I’ve missed you.’
Her eyes flushed as her palms brushed beneath her heavy chest, tightly bound in her combat suit.
Soft thuds echoed during Mabel’s advance. Her voluptuous figure swayed on her hourglass frame before stopping at Clara’s side. "We need to keep going..."
Chills ran down Clara’s spine, snapping her mind back to reality the moment Mabel placed a hand on her right shoulder.
Tension rippled through her shoulders when she shook her body sharply.
Mabel tilted her head sideways, squinting at the sudden look on Clara’s face. "Are you okay?"
Clara giggled, nodding twice. But Mabel shook her head, rubbing her palm on Clara’s shoulder. "You don’t look good."
Mabel swallowed hard while tracking Clara’s secret gaze toward the upper chamber of the utility workers’ tower. "Let’s leave the rest to continue toward the main gate station."
She sighed, removing her palm from Clara’s shoulder. "You need rest."
Clara snapped her head backward into Mabel’s charming brown eyes. "Who said?"
Mabel chuckled faintly, inhaling deeply. "You can lie with your mouth, but your eyes never lie."
Sparks flew up from beneath the boots of the remaining five lewdly combat-suited ladies upon turning around. "Are you guys coming?"
Mabel glanced back at them, smiling. "Go on; we will catch up with you at the main entrance."
Brown leaves flew between them, landing on the wet ground around Clara’s boots.
Long shadows stretched on the walls as the group continued walking deep into the alleyways leading to the front gate.
Soft taps echoed from them while their voluptuous hips rolled behind them like sea waves.
A heavy shudder ran through Clara the moment the silhouettes of her followers vanished from sight.
Dark tresses swept across her shoulders when she lowered her head to cup her face.
Her cheeks reddened while her palms brushed down her skin. "I’ve missed him."
Mabel folded her arms across her chest, pressing her voluptuous bust upward. "Who?"
She laughed faintly, brushing her left palm through the air. "Don’t tell me one of the slaves has affected you with their filthy charm."
Rays of the torch tower flickered on them as Clara took a calm step forward. ’Is it best if I tell her who I’m referring to?’
A faint groan escaped her while her full chest strained tightly against the inner lining of her silver combat suit.
Her chest heaved during a deep breath before she placed a heavy hand on Mabel’s shoulder. "It’s okay. Let’s get going."
The crimson-eyed rats crawled out of the sewage as Clara and Mabel began moving toward the entrance of the Academy, the exact place the rest of her team had gone.
...
Chilled air blasted on the gigantic gate of the Academy while storm crows flew beside it under the darkening clouds.
Dust and stone pivoted from the ground, smacking against the iron structure when Saintess Lilith and Lyra Ashveil closed in ten feet away.
The fur on the horses’ bodies rippled through the air as they raised their front hooves with a loud whinny.
Silver locks danced at Lyra’s neck while hot beads of sweat trailed down her forehead to her cheeks.
She turned her gaze to the top of the wall, screaming loudly. "OPEN THE GATE!"
A floral draft drifted at her side when Saintess Lilith’s horse’s hooves smacked on the ground, making her lush body roll with the impact.
Saintess Lilith raised her shoulders, moving her gaze from the stiff door to Lyra’s face. "What then?"
Bright gleams erupted from Lyra as she hissed once. "It will open in a short while."
Dust puffed out from beneath the entrance the moment Lyra closed her eyes and sighed.
Loud mechanical grinds erupted while the gate rolled upward, pulled by its inner wheel.
Sweet-scented cinnamon air flashed out, blasting on Lyra and Saintess Lilith’s faces when the gate stopped rolling.
Lyra glanced at Saintess Lilith with a smirk. "Patience is always the key. Not force."
Saintess Lilith smirked back, nodding before letting her white horse step forward.
The gigantic gate slammed shut behind them the moment they entered.
Sparkling light and leaves flickered on them as the five members of the patrolling squad stopped them for a check.
Stone groans erupted when Lyra jumped off her horse, slamming her boots hard against the ground. PAH!
Looking at the charming faces of the guards, she frowned. ’There should be seven patrolling guards... where are the remaining two?’
Thick veins appeared on her skin while her gaze darted across their faces, one after another.
Saintess Lilith slid down as her horse lowered its head and front legs, giving her princess treatment.
Heel strikes erupted from her the moment her boots touched the stone. "Thank you."
Golden locks fluttered down her back while she stood there, brushing her palms on the white fur of the horse.
The hems of her white prayer dress swept across the ground during her forward stride.
Sharp footsteps echoed from a far distance away when Saintess Lilith stopped right at Lyra’s side.
Heat radiated through Mabel’s chest as her heavy bust heaved with every hurried step. ’Oh no. They’ve arrived early.’
Soft impact sounds echoed from behind her while her lush hips rolled against each other.
Sweat trailed down her face, dripping off her chin when she halted one foot away from the group. ’Whoooh!’
She lowered her gaze upon noticing Lyra Ashveil, the Senior Battle Mage, staring straight into her eyes. ’Will she scold me?’
Her throat tightened while her heart doubled its pace, as if coming to blast.
Saintess Lilith’s eyebrows narrowed at the sight of the lewdly silver-combat-suited lady closing in with a wide smile. "Is that Clara?"
The guards snapped their gazes back, clicking their tongues in unison.
Levi’s marks on Saintess Lilith’s left shoulder, Lyra Ashveil’s inner thighs, and Clara’s chin pulsed twice as Clara stopped in front of them.
Heat radiated through their bodies while Clara shifted glances from Saintess Lilith to Lyra. "It’s been a while."
Her cheeks reddened upon looking straight ahead, as if searching for someone absent.
Just as she moved a step past Lyra, Saintess Lilith placed a heavy hand on Clara’s shoulder and shook her head silently. "He’s no longer with us..."