Mika dared not make a sound, enveloped in the incredibly mysterious place wrapped in a red gown,

The marvelous curtains glowed with an unusual crimson, as if looking at the actress on a poster, from her ankle up to the vibrant violet lace pillars, these contours wrapped the flow of time, transforming all the extraordinary spiritual allegories into tangible soft order.

Qili, to avoid others noticing anything unusual, clasped her legs together, pressing closely against Mika.

The pillars leading to the forbidden land twined above his head, the flawless, soft skin touched by moonlight bore the cool softness of summer breezes, irrigating the intoxication of the eagerly yearning heart.

It pressed Mika's mind into a blank state, falling into some wondrous realm along with that softness, all reason crushed, deliberately slowed breaths barely held back, as his nose instinctively twitched, unsure if it was the scent of perfume or another kind of orchid, magical fragrance poured into his lungs, causing his soul to tremble.

"The final payment will be settled next week's last working day. This tournament is organized by the civil servants of the Royal Court, and the members change every time. Everyone wants this lucrative position. That's the reason tomorrow's banquet is canceled, they need to handle this, and asked me to convey their apologies to you."

The assistant looked somewhat disappointed, slapping a newspaper on the dressing table, offering a small gift as compensation for the canceled banquet.

The small gift had quite a value as well, considered a limited-edition item for the Continent Martial Arts Competition, a finely crafted brooch made of gemstone and precious metals, inscribed with sixteen Cyrudil Language characters, it held certain collectible value.

To Qili and other big figures, it didn't matter much, but for small roles like him, who pour tea and serve water, having a lavish meal, meeting some influential figures, while in the ball, with those noble ladies drunk, who knows what wonderful stories there might be, life is all about such hopes.

"I understand."

Qili felt somewhat uneasy, because of the already hot weather, she could feel Mika's breath condensing like a layer of humid heat on her thigh.

Wanting to quickly send the assistant away, she feigned a glance at the newspaper.

Even though the outlaw hidden in her dress had already disclosed the truth, she took it for real.

But looking at the protagonist of the sensational news, not only hidden in her dress but also printed on the newspaper headlines, she felt something peculiar inside.

On the entire Continent Martial Arts Competition site, probably except for Mika himself, and the so-called Ghost Eye Mad Blade, only she knew the astonishing event about to happen later.

"That adjutant has left, hasn't he?"

Seeing Qili had changed out of her costume and back into everyday clothes, the assistant couldn't help but think deeply.

"He will be coming over later, you should go back for now, just have the escorts wait outside the arena, I'll leave after the tournament ends."

Qili could not move even a step now, just wanted to quickly send him away.

Taking advantage of Qili being unable to speak out now, Mika began to make moves,

But afraid of exposing himself, he refrained from larger actions, merely turned his head slightly, leaving kiss marks on the columns that upheld the temple of beauty.

And Qili could only feign calm, ignoring it.

Mika realized.

Only the place wrapped in violet lace, that was the real destination, the world's end, the cold fairyland, Heroic Spirit Hall, his own… resting place for the soul.

He absolutely should not die in the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

After opening the coffin, he must use every way possible to escape alive.

This was also not the end, rather just the beginning.

The assistant was extremely surprised, eyes widened in disbelief, this was not Qili's style, no matter what real estate tycoon, business magnate, or even those dashing Royal Knights, Qili would reject them all, even if there were unavoidable banquets, she would only deal with them out of formality, today's situation was the first of its kind.

No wonder a conjurer of the Church, did he use some drug on Qili, or brainwash her with some spell.

"What is that look on your face?"

Qili slightly squinted her eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just concerned about your safety, that adjutant didn't do anything, did he?"

The assistant asked with concern.

The Evgeny Consortium naturally adhered to laws and regulations, but that is in the First World's formal occasions, this was the ultimate underworld.

If Qili was brainwashed by a conjurer and ran away, he'd lose his head too, end up in a cement bucket and tossed into the Narrow Sea.

Seemingly triggered a tightly strung nerve of Mika, causing his movements to grow bolder, fingers tracing over her calf, the kisses deepened.

Qili's thoughts wandered slightly, but still kept a straight face.

"What could really happen?"

"Just saying, there's another notice at Wind Anchor on the 20th."

"I know, you better leave now."

Qili understood this assistant was not merely for serving tea and carrying water but was also sent by the company executives to monitor her.

The assistant knew this was the Pope's "personal directive," the highest authority in the Western Continent, this adjutant came by order for a tryst, making the assistant somewhat envious, but unfortunately, company executives' properties were not for small roles like him to touch.

"I'll head back first, then, the escort team is just outside the arena waiting for you."

The assistant said no more, leaving the dressing room and closing the door behind.

At the moment when the lock clicked.

Mika's aggressive actions stopped abruptly because Qili gave no feedback, only sat there, saying nothing.

The marvelous silence lasted for over a dozen seconds.

"How long do you intend to stay?"

Qili held her forehead.

Only then did Mika pull himself out of the incredible magical curtain, his thumb savoring the corner of his mouth.

Liszt's most famous timing had to be last year's train robbery; ordinary people were uninterested in Heaven Port changing hands at the world's edge, only those in the underworld paid attention.

"So, at the end of last year, you also went to rob the train."

Qili looked at the photo in the newspaper, Mika didn't care about the body on the ground, daydreaming like he thought of something good, with a strange smile, disgust...

From so-called "hurry up to witness the last moment," Qili had roughly guessed what he was thinking at that time, quite disgusting...

Anyway, just now probably satisfied his fantasies, right?

Yet Mika still hadn't returned to his senses, only staring blankly at Qili.

"I'm friends with a girl from the Astalia Family, during the first trial passenger operation, I was invited and also on the train."

Qili said as such.

"Alanee?"

"Of course not, but the relation was quite close, her aunt, Queen Aran, after marrying into the family, is considered the family's eldest daughter."

"Oh."

"If you were braver, you could have met me last year."

"Wouldn't that be courting death?"

"As if being here now isn't courting death. Since you said 'let it be' earlier, I'll be leaving."

Qili tidied her dress, arranged her hair in the makeup mirror, stood up, and picked up her handbag.

The arena was roaring thunderously, Divine Sword Xiaolong and the strongest dark horse Gedre had recovered fully and were entering, the final showdown of the sixteenth Continent Martial Arts Competition for the summit was about to begin.

Qili's high heels clicked loudly as she glanced at Mika, then walked towards the door without turning back.

Mika paused a moment, then pressed down on Qili's shoulder.

"I have something very important to say to you, very important!"

"Mmm, you don't need to emphasize twice."

"I'm about to say it."

"Mmm, the finals have already begun."