The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 331

Alavin returned to the warehouse the next day to find Eyla absent, with only Godfred idly dozing under a tree.

"Lord Alavin!" Godfred sprang to his feet, rubbed his face, and energetically strode over, having been bored to tears these past days. He contemplated practicing his magic, but the arcane energies near the warehouse were scarce, and he marveled at how Alavin managed to endure.

"Ah, she is..." Upon seeing Celesse emerge beside Alavin, Godfred's eyes lit up, captivated by her beauty as if his heart had been suddenly seized.

"Godfred," Celesse greeted with a smile and a nod. She had spent some of her childhood with the Mallister family, where Godfred had already been in service. But despite the years, Godfred remained youthful, unchanged. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Are you Miss Celesse?" Godfred suddenly remembered. Such a dazzling beauty, recognized even in Cobalt Strike - if not Celesse, then who?

"It's been a while."

Godfred was both astonished and admiring. Even as a child, she had the makings of a beauty, and now, grown up, she was even more breathtaking. No wonder she was hailed as the foremost beauty of the new generation in Cobalt Strike.

"Where have they gone? No trouble, I hope?" Alavin asked, not seeing Eyla and Grima.

"The day you didn't come back, we went to inquire, and the Sanctum of Mystical Scrolls said you were secluded within. Miss Eyla, out of boredom, set up a challenge in the Arena, accepting duels and group battles from all the Protégés of Advanced Mage Stage II within Cobalt Strike," Godfred explained casually.

"And then?" Alavin knew she wouldn't stay quiet.

"Her sharp tongue and attitude, as you can imagine, provoked many an Advanced Mage in Cobalt Strike, queuing up to teach her a lesson. Eyla set a condition: only three matches a day, and whoever stepped up had to sign a blood oath. If defeated, they'd leave behind a little finger." Godfred gestured with his mouth toward a bottle on the stone table. "Thirteen fingers already!"

Alavin's face fell. "It didn't escalate too much, did it?"

"Well, considering fingers have been chopped, how could it not?" Godfred chuckled sheepishly. "For the first four days, a few Protégés took the stage, all defeated miserably. The matter grew notorious, angering many. On the fifth day, perhaps feeling their honor at stake, Cobalt Strike sent three Protégés of Advanced Mage Stage II to fight together in a fierce battle. Miss Eyla was gravely injured but managed a narrow victory, while those three Protégés... well, it's said they're crippled now.”

“The Elders of the Organization halted the matches, but Miss Eyla was unsatisfied and returned to the Arena after two days, declaring she'd take on one against three, but not for fingers – for arms. Since then, no one has dared to step up, until today."

"I'll go have a look. Make sure it doesn't get out of hand." Alavin was well aware of Eyla's prowess; if she truly lost her temper, few could subdue her.

Before he could leave the warehouse courtyard, Eyla returned, accompanied by Grima. Her striking figure was cloaked in a snow-white mantle, made for a breathtaking sight as she yawned lazily, seemingly bored. It appeared no one had challenged her today.

"You finally emerged." Upon seeing Alavin on the hill, Eyla's heart leaped with joy, which was quickly complicated by the sight of Celesse.

Both Celesse and Eyla were paragons of beauty within their respective organizations, unparalleled and ethereal. One dangerously enchanting, the other a vision of celestial grace. Both were stunningly beautiful, yet each with a distinct allure.

Celesse assessed Eyla, finding her even more beautiful than anticipated. Her seductive aura was like intoxicating wine, difficult for any ordinary man to resist – it was no wonder she was dubbed a siren.

Grima, too, was struck by the newcomer's beauty.

"You're Celesse?" Eyla inquired as she approached. Celesse was the only person capable of inspiring such wonder in her.

"Miss Celesse?" Grima realized, and it all made sense.

Eyla's bewitching eyes roamed freely over Celesse. She was confident in her own allure, finding flaws easily in others, even the slightest. But Celesse... after looking and looking, Eyla smiled playfully. "How about becoming my woman?"