CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 21: SOMEONE WANTS TO INVADE THE BASE! (PART 3)

She suddenly turned to Duncan and said, "Do you like it?"

"She does look quite beautiful."

Should I like it? Or not?

Duncan swallowed nervously, unsure how to respond, because the Crow Queen-Triss was indeed terrifying at that moment, especially when she softly uttered the name ’High Priest’, causing even the candle flames in the room to flicker.

Invisible wind of magic surged in the shadows.

Whoa.

At this moment, the Crow Queen-Triss exuded such pressure, akin to a queen in a grand drama, her slightly squinted phoenix eyes and graceful willow brows showed a chilling light in her gaze, even Duncan, who had been battle-tested recently, felt a chill in his heart.

Duncan hadn’t answered yet, but the Crow Queen-Triss casually removed Anya’s luxurious nightgown.

"Indeed beautiful."

"She truly deserves to be Aphrodite’s devotee."

The Crow Queen-Triss ran her hand over Anya’s chest, her fingertips lightly toying, making the witch shudder, her expression growing increasingly fearful.

She turned to Duncan, her gaze gradually softening, gentle as water, with a hint of apology in her voice as she slowly said, "You’re right, I indeed must remain chaste for the goddess."

"Why not give you to him as a gift?"

Anya looked incredulous, trembling, "You heard it all?"

Not.

Though she wanted to seduce Duncan, it was not like this, and certainly not as a gift presented by the Crow Queen-Triss.

Then what is she?

Why did things turn out this way? How, in just a few words, did she become a gift?

But the Crow Queen-Triss left her no room for objection, directly pushing the enchantingly dressed witch onto the bed.

Her gaze was serene, as she looked at Duncan, gentle as the sparkling lake under the quiet night, a slender, fair hand gently grasping Duncan’s rough hand, the other softly caressing his cheek, whispering, "You’ve had a hard journey."

"Since she’s here anyway, use her to soothe your weary soul."

Duncan had walked through a path of corpses to reach here.

The Crow Queen-Triss had witnessed it all, her voice gentle like the wind sweeping through the night, her gaze held affection, pity, and maternal kindness, filled with complex emotions, but not a hint of jealousy.

She led Duncan to the bedside, forcefully pressing down Anya’s head, her tone indifferent, "What about your means to please men?"

"Didn’t Aphrodite’s priest teach you?"

Duncan was truly frightened by now, unable to move an inch, silently retreating from the Dimension Space, shifting into a human form perspective.

The experience felt better this way.

He had never seen the Crow Queen-Triss so assertive.

A bit scared.

"Mmm..."

"Triss!... You can’t treat me like this... I am one of the founders of the witch coven... Ugh..."

"I am not your slave!... More so, not a gift for you to present to a man!..."

Anya was nearly in tears.

The proud noble woman was on the verge of crying, yet unable to resist the Crow Queen-Triss, completely akin to a chick being pressed down.

The Crow Queen-Triss said indifferently, "Aren’t you longing to become his lover?"

"Now I fulfill your wish."

The Crow Queen-Triss looked down upon Anya, her haunting gaze shattering her last bit of resistance, behind that cold and calm gaze was genuine arrogance, as the final High Priest of the Empire’s Polytheism, the Crow Queen-Triss never regarded Anya in her eyes.

She simply wasn’t worthy of contesting with her!

At best, she was just a gift that came knocking, since she’s here, she might as well be used to soothe the wearied soul of the beloved.

He had journeyed through, escorting her across half of Europe, accumulating repressed emotions, blood and fire in slaughter, only the gentleness of a woman could console, with her vow of chastity for the goddess, naturally requiring a gift to substitute.

Since Anya offered herself, she wouldn’t be polite.

This is unreasonable, but very Roman.

"You think you can contest with me?"

This proud yet naive Roman noble woman, thinking with those tempting tricks she could secretly compete, even wanting to sneak a taste, this notion made the Crow Queen-Triss laugh.

A gentle breeze swept through.

The Crow Queen-Triss’s gaze turned to Duncan, still as gentle as water, resembling a virtuous wife advising her husband softly, "Don’t let slaughter blind you."

"The Spartans perished in slaughter."

"Please enjoy the gift I’ve prepared for you... Only women’s comfort can soothe the flames and blood of slaughter!..."

Duncan was truly stunned.

He had never seen such a woman, one could almost say, at this moment, he was nearly prostrated under the allure of Crow Queen-Triss, a feeling hard to describe in words.

He finally understood why the human form fell in love with the Crow Queen-Triss.

At the last moment, despite Lake Fairy’s temptation, awakening suddenly, forsaking everything, boarding that ship, voyaging to the other end of the distant sea.

Further understanding why in the end, the human form embraced the corpse of the Crow Queen-Triss, turning to ashes under Dragon Breath!

She is the Crow Queen-Triss.

The last High Priest of the Empire’s Polytheism.

A unique existence!

No one can replace her, her love so profound, her arrogance, her generosity, everything about her was extraordinary, even death did not diminish her devotion to the beloved.

Two who never abandon comrades are destined to be partners standing together in life and death.

Never abandoning nor forsaking.

These remnants of the Empire, unknowingly had already shared life and death once.

The Crow Queen-Triss laughed.

She understood Duncan’s gaze, everything no longer needed words, Anya could never threaten her position.

She slightly tiptoed, actively kissed Duncan, then lifted her fingers lightly, the rope fell into her palm, transforming into a long whip, lashing at Anya’s hips.

"Is this how Aphrodite’s priest taught you?"

The Crow Queen-Triss struck thrice, beating Anya into sobbing cries, trembling, then leisurely walked to the window, sat in the chair, calmly overseeing the enchanting witch, peacefully saying, "Don’t disappoint me."

"I just want to admire the methods of Aphrodite’s esoteric Buddhism."

Hiss!

Duncan suddenly drew a cold breath.

He was now truly frightened by the Crow Queen-Triss, not daring to move, and not far from the window, under the moon’s light, the Crow Queen-Triss appeared as the Bright Moon Goddess of an ancient Greek era, elegantly nodded, seemingly satisfied with Anya’s zealous performance.

Now that you’ve come.

Since you dared to come, the Crow Queen-Triss didn’t mind making use of everything.

To contest with me!

How dare you?

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(PS: The next Chapter will be a challenge to my writing skills, I shall strive to do my best.)