Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 90: Not A Battle of Wits, But A Warm Celebration of Spirit (1)
Chapter 90: Not A Battle of Wits, But A Warm Celebration of Spirit (1)
✦ Chapter 90 – Not A Battle of Wits, But A Warm Celebration of Spirit (1) ✦
「Translator – Creator」
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“………”
Second Princess, Hedera.
She carefully observed the situation with great focus.
‘…It doesn’t feel real.’
The Black Magic Tower had conceived a plot more sinister than she had imagined.
Hence, Hedera was even prepared to step forward herself.
Even if it meant breaching the inviolability of the ‘Exchange Meeting, which was exclusively a celebration for mages,’ and causing the Imperial Magic Tower to face disadvantages, she was not going to stand by and let Ezekiel be slandered.
Yes, she’d been determined… but…
But in the end, there was no need for Hedera to step up personally.
All thanks to the Inspector’s outstanding abilities.
“What’s that…? A barrier…?”
“What’s happening in there?”
The mages in the spectator seats murmured anxiously.
They had reason to be worried. A black, hemispherical barrier had enveloped Ezekiel and Teddy Divine, trapping them in the center of the exchange meeting hall. An ominous aura radiated from it.
“She absorbed all those corpses…!”
“Could it be… the Black Tower has actually prepared a Transcendent Realm?”
Hedera silently shook her head.
‘It’s not a Transcendent Realm.’
The Transcendent Realm was, by definition, a landscape revealed by a transcendent. However, the Black Tower Master’s showed all the signs of being hastily concocted. It might have been powerful, but it lacked finesse. It was nothing more than a crude, unrefined blast of raw mana.
That’s why she wasn’t worried about Ezekiel’s safety.
The other Tower representatives had probably sensed it too, but Hedera could feel it with absolute certainty—
Ezekiel’s aura, his icy presence, was growing stronger, more pervasive, as if asserting its dominance.
And then…
Crackle—! Crack—!
The pitch-black hemispherical barrier began to crack, and through the fissures, the blue chill started to gush out incessantly.
‘The Inspector has only been in his position for a short time…’
The Imperial Magic Tower had been a persistent thorn in Hedera’s side.
But that weakness had now transformed into a sharp, piercing fang, striking down a corrupt Tower and asserting its authority over the entire magic world.
And all of this… it was all thanks to Ezekiel.
‘He has barely taken the elixir yet.’
After this incident, Ezekiel was promised the Sun Elixir. How much more would he achieve then? Hedera found it difficult to predict.
Could it be…?
Would she, one day, bear witness to Ezekiel’s own Transcendent Realm?
Shatter—!
At that moment, the hemispherical barrier finally shattered completely. It was a clear indication to everyone that Teddy Devine’s final desperate struggle had ended in failure.
“……..…!”
“Gasp—!”
“Incredible! The Imperial Magic Tower Inspector!”
Gasps of amazement and awe echoed through the hall, but Hedera was lost in thought.
She suddenly remembered Solana’s words:
—So, what have you done for him?
How much further Ezekiel’s achievements would go?
Whether Ezekiel would one day reach the Transcendent Realm?
What Ezekiel would do?
Those things didn’t matter.
“What can I do for him…?” she murmured.
Yes, this was what mattered now.
Whatever Ezekiel chose to do, Hedera would be by his side, offering her unwavering support. She would be his ally, his confidante.
But what could she offer, specifically? What unique contribution could she make?
“…Because he’s my Inspector, I will take care of him.”
Hedera quietly murmured.
• • • ₪ • • •
The Imperial Magic Tower inspector’s complete victory sent shockwaves through the exchange meeting hall.
The atmosphere shifted dramatically.
“Seize the Black Tower mages!”
“Don’t let a single one escape!”
The other Towers joined forces to apprehend the Black Tower mages.
“Aaaargh!”
Screams echoed through the hall as the Black Tower mages, scattered throughout the space, were swiftly subdued. Those who surrendered were merely restrained, but those who dared resist were executed without hesitation.
‘…No, the Black Tower has no chance here.’
A Black Tower spy, concealed under a cloak of invisibility, made a decision.
Boom—! Crash—!
Crack—!
He scanned the chaotic scene,
As she was speaking, Agnes suddenly stopped.
It was as if time itself had frozen.
Ezekiel, who had been playfully listening, tilted his head slightly.
“What’s wrong? Was it that unpleasant to hear?”
“No, it’s not that….”
Agnes thought carefully.
She was the only one who knew Ezekiel’s past. In other words, no one else had ever acknowledged his past struggles.
…Shouldn’t at least she, of all people, offer him some words of praise?
And wouldn’t that be something only she could do?
“Ahem….”
Agnes cleared her throat and stood in front of Ezekiel.
“Excuse me, Inspector.”
“What is it?”
“About this mission, good….”
“Good?”
Agnes nodded.
“Yes, good….”
The problem was that Agnes had absolutely no experience expressing such sentiments. She may have uttered empty pleasantries in the past, but never had she spoken from the heart.
Her face felt like it was about to burst into flames.
“Good… good… good…”
“Ooh~ Do you have a problem?”
At that moment, Tether intervened.
Her eyes twinkled with an awareness of the subtle atmosphere between the young man and woman. It was as if her gossip radar had detected something interesting.
“I do have a problem, but it’s not that kind of ‘good’. It’s ‘good’….”
“Good? Are you hungry?”
“…No. Please be quiet for a moment.”
“Then is it ‘good’ as in pain? Broken? Chili pepper? Lonely?”
Tether’s rambling seemed endless.
Agnes could practically feel her eagerness to stoke the flames.
“Just what could it be? ‘Good’ as in employment? Frustrating? High-quality? Advice? Unique? Headstrong? Extreme? Connection? Bread? Pulse? High score? High performance? High income? Exclusive edition? High-altitude herb? High yield?”
“…That’s enough.”
“Do you mean ‘good’ as in stale? Clothes dryer? High-yield bond? Dry socket? Proprioceptor? Basilar membrane? Primary ovarian insufficiency? High-angle fire? Fixed support? Anchor symbol? Fine finishing? Thermophilic plant? High-pressure opening and closing? High Commissioner? Usury? Eardrum groove—”
“…Stop it, just stop!”
Flick—!
Finally, Agnes thrust something towards Ezekiel.
It was her own right hand, held out stiffly in a handshake.
“Good… good… good work…! Inspector!”
Her face was bright red, as if it were about to explode.
“……….”
A moment of silence fell.
Ezekiel blinked in surprise, and Tether let out a sudden, “Woohoo!”
But that was when it happened.
Whoooosh—!
“….….!”
Agnes shuddered involuntarily. An ominous, bloodthirsty mana washed over her.
‘…What is this?’
The source of the mana was above them.
Where the Second Imperial Princess resided.
And that wasn’t all.
—The three of you. Come see me for a moment.
A sudden, thunderous voice echoed in their minds.