Chapter 77: My Life Was a Waste Until He Cleansed Me
A chain-rumbling sound drifted from the edge of the bed as Nyx, the chained mage, pulled the chains backward and sighed softly. ’As if he can face her...’
Strands of gray hair flicked at her front as she lifted her gaze toward Levi with mocking eyes.
The bedsheet crumbled beneath Levi as he squeezed his palms on the bed and stretched his back. ’Well, seems we have something that needs to be sorted out first.’
Metal springs creaked as Levi lowered his back onto the bed, causing it to bounce him twice.
Crystal rays gleamed on him as sunlight passed through the window and showered across his smooth face.
Tiny particles lingered before him as he closed his eyes and cracked them open. Warm air flew around his eyelids as he fixed his gaze on the ceiling of the chamber and smiled.
Heels clicked as Mother Beatrice walked to Empress Diana’s side. She placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, then tilted her head slightly back. "What a nice outfit."
A welcoming chuckle escaped Empress Diana as she shifted a lovely gaze from Mother Beatrice and locked it on the star patterns in the new royal purple gown. "Thank you..."
The cloth rustled under her skin as she brushed her palms over it from under her huge, soft, voluptuous breasts down to her waist. "Was this brought solely for me... or did I just come into view in a flash?"
Joy filled the chamber as Maya Sirius laughed and clapped. "It was what our master chose for you even before getting to meet you."
Calm, trickling air prickled from behind her ear when a wave of chilled air seeped through the crystal window and flew at her side.
Levi laughed, slamming his palms on the bed with a sharp tap. The mattress groaned beneath him as he tilted his head and shifted his gaze to the Empress and Mother Beatrice. "I’ve got good taste, don’t I?"
Strands of Mother Beatrice’s dark golden hair wobbled at her front when she turned to Levi and shook her head with warm laughter. "You sure do, master. You sure do."
The crystal sun’s rays lingered on the Pendant tower’s upper chamber as the sky reeled from early afternoon to late afternoon.
Green leaves resting calmly on the outside window stool pivoted upward as a wave of hot air carried them away.
They rolled, danced, and warmly landed in front of the Hawk tower, the prisoners’ tower. Iron clicks lingered in the locked chambers of the tower while shadows moved haphazardly on the cobblestone floors.
Water splashed continuously inside the bathing chamber of the tower, followed by sweet-scented steam.
Just as the mist rose, a midnight-blue combat suit resting on top of the bars gleamed under the golden light of the crystal sun.
A quiet humming sound echoed like a lullaby as Lyra Ashveil stood under the flowing water, naked. Her spinal line gleamed as the sun’s rays darted through the sieve of the bar and washed over her back.
Strands of her long silver hair foamed as she worked the lemonade soap through it. "So I wasted centuries just fighting for people..."
Saliva snaked down her throat as she moved forward and shoved her head into the stream.
Glittering lights ignited in the bathing chamber as she shook her head. Soft, wet thuds lingered around her as tiny drops of water darted toward the walls and blasted with plopping sounds.
Chills ran down her body as she brushed her palms over her face down to her neck. "I would have never been this important, if not for that blessed one."
Her chest rose slightly as her palms moved on top of her breasts, squeezing the nipples slightly. "He cleansed me and showed me what the world actually needs."
Her nipples bounced twice in the air as her palms lowered from them and rested on her stomach. "I thank the day that student came to report him to me."
A quick gasp flashed out of Lyra’s lips when her fingers slid down to her abdomen. Her wet cameltoe pulsed once when her finger brushed against it slightly.
Her breath hitched as she bit her lip and gulped. A series of shallow breaths flashed out of her nose and mouth as she began rubbing her clit with the tip of her index finger. "Ahhh!"
A soft moan escaped her, followed by a sharp chuckle when a chain-clicking sound echoed from a distance.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then exhaled with a sharp sigh. Her cheeks reddened as she looked back up and closed her fingers into a fist. "I will kill whoever caused that disturbance."
She remained still for a moment, then stepped out of the shower with her naked, water-glistening, soul-sucking body.
Leather and cloth rustled as she pulled her midnight-blue combat suit from the bar.
Tiny beads dripped from her silver hair, hitting the stone floor while she stood as still as a bullet.
Footsteps followed by loud chuckles flashed into the Hawk tower as two shadows began moving toward the bathing chamber of the tower.
Lyra wore her midnight combat suit and locked a sharp gaze in the direction the shadows were stretching from. ’No one knows where I am except...’
She crouched down, wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her longsword, then hissed heavily.
The moment she unsheathed the blade, sparkling embers flew upward and lingered in front of her like fairies.
Her heart pounded heavily against her ribcage as she raised the sword in a guard posture. Soft footsteps clicked against the floor as she took slow steps forward, keeping a close distance between her and the edge where the shadow was enlarging from.
Metal and bone groans echoed around Lyra as she increased her grip on the hilt of her sword. She took in a deep breath as two separate strands of hair, golden and black, flashed outward at adjacent angles. "SHOW YOURSELF!"
Just as more of the distinct hair waved upward, two sparkling leaves flashed at Lyra’s front, followed by the scent of sunflower, causing the hair on her skin to stand on end.