Volume 3 Chapter 55 Quest： The Rematch Begins – God’s Formation –
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The dark forest and damp air vanished in a flash.
Bright sunlight burned his eyelids, and the dry air warmed his chilled throat as it entered through his nose.
The buzz of people and dust filled the air.
The voices of many people grew louder and louder.
Before he knew it, Kian stood in a street filled with people dressed in white long-sleeved outfits.
Above him loomed a massive building, as big as the Châtillon Arena──Azrael’s Grand Arena, standing tall towards the sky.
It literally towered into the heavens.
The path leading to the arena where Kian stood sloped gently upward.
Nearby, children from Azrael gathered around a crumbling brick wall, listening to a bard’s song.
”Hey, we made it!”
”Ms. Priscilla, you’re joining me normally this time, huh?”
He looked up at the white-haired witch who appeared from the side, saying, “It’s so hot!”
She seemed to be blocking Sarah’s interference, wearing the same black dress and holding a parasol as when she first jumped in.
Priscilla took off her dress jacket, revealing a black chemise as she replied.
”Of course! If I’m not with you, I can’t catch your soul. I even got a special tool to block interference for this day. My presence should be completely independent and blend naturally into this world. By the way…”
”…?”
”Lord Kian, you’re so tiny! What is this? Wow! You’re super cute!”
”Huh?”
”I can’t hold back anymore! Here I come!”
”Wahhh!?”
She suddenly jumped and hugged him tightly.
He caught a glimpse of her black straps and sweaty neck, and then his face was pressed against her flat chest, which smelled of citrus perfume.
”Mmm, you smell like a fresh boy! Even strong Lord Kian had a time like this!”
”Wha, wait! Didn’t you see me when you dove in before!?”
”From the scent pouch, limited edition, you know? I couldn’t get a good look at you as a kid. Ah, so cute! Kids are just adorable on their own. Inside is Lord Kian. Squee~!”
”Eeek, oh, please stop, Ms. Priscilla!”
The scent of an adult woman’s sweat and perfume.
It gives off a different, almost forbidden feeling from the sex drive felt from Sarah, the girl.
He can’t help but notice the thin, transparent stubble under Priscilla’s armpits, and the lines of her bottom and panties that show through her skirt.
From Guy’s words, she should be younger than him, only 25, but there’s something about her that makes hiim want to call her “big sister” affectionately.
’Wouldn’t it be faster to just ravish that woman and steal her magic power?’
(As long as Sarah is satisfied, and Priscilla doesn’t fail her soul stabilization due to sex-induced exhaustion.)
He responds into the ‘glasses’ tucked away in the pocket of his warrior monk gear.
’A ghost wouldn’t be satisfied with that. No good, right?’
(Ah, first of all, there’s no place to r*pe this Witch.)
Kian shifts his gaze within Priscilla’s arms.
There’s a street behind them with people passing by, but it’s so dusty that it’s hard to see ahead.
The thought of crossing over to that hazy, white landscape doesn’t occur to him.
There’s no way he could be allowed to retreat at will before facing the master of this world.
”Ms. Priscilla, it’s about time.”
”Oh, yeah.”
The Witch moves away, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Despite her rough, shoulder-exposing style with large earrings, typical of the Western fashion, she seems oddly accustomed to the scenery of Azrael.
Maybe this natural look is the effect of her prepared magic tools, or something like that.
”With this much sunlight, I’d love to relax on the beach, but it seems we don’t have the time. She’s probably waiting for us in the arena already.”
”Mhm.”
”I was in the mood to play some naughty games that only the two of us could do, with Lord Kian in child form, but I guess it can’t be helped!”
”You’re joking again. But if you’re serious, I’ll do whatever you want when we get back to the real world. But I can’t take responsibility and I won’t marry you.”
”Hahaha, die♡ That’s just a one-night stand, you jerk. Well, let’s stop talking about such dirty things.”
”Let’s go.”
”Okay.”
Priscilla grabbed Kian’s right hand and started walking up the slope towards the arena entrance.
She put her black parasol on her shoulder, making a shade that covered Kian’s face.
”…”
Kian looked at the Witch’s white hand, which was holding his hand under the parasol.
Her nails were beautifully polished and smooth.
She had an expensive-looking silver ring on her wrist.
This, or the big gold earring she was wearing, must be the magic tool that keeps her in her original form in this world.
Both look very expensive.
How many Gold Coins did Priscilla spend to help Kian?
”…”
”…”
As they went up the slope, the tension returned.
The beginning of Kian Vahid’s story.
He will redo the memory of that defeat.
Kian slowly switched his mind to battle mode, feeling the cold gazes of the former vassals who were in front of the arena.
After going up the slope.
Right in front of the arena.
The guards of the Vahid family, who were hanging around, glanced at Kian and then turned their faces away.
That guy is finished.
He’ll die soon…
It was like he could hear their thoughts.
”Ah…”
When they arrived at the arena entrance, they bumped into a black-haired Shin girl who came out from between the guards on both sides.
Kian hesitated for a moment, then called out to her as she was hurrying past.
”Is Jibril doing well, Linca?”
”…Sir Kian. Yes, the young master… is as usual. As always, in the library.”
”Hasn’t he been called by father? To watch his brother’s last heroic figure from the best seat?”
Linca shook her hair, which was tied with a red hair ornament.
”I have no interest, but I think I should pull him here now.”
”Hehe, pull him?”
Priscilla, who was listening nearby, laughed.
Linca stayed silent.
Meanwhile, the white-haired Witch narrowed her eyes slightly.
”It smells sweet and painful like love.”
”――――.”
The Shin girl bowed her head and quickly walked away from Kian.
Her desire to end the conversation quickly was obvious.
(Getting involved with an outcast will lower her value. She might make Umar unhappy, and if she wants to stay close to Jibril, it’s better to avoid trouble.)
Linca seemed strong, but inside, she was just an ordinary girl.
In a group, she was just a weak pawn.
Even if she thought Kian’s banishment was strange, she didn’t have the courage to tell Umar.
Besides, she had no obligation to do so.
As Kian squinted at the back of the black-haired girl, Priscilla suddenly spoke up.
”Lord Kian, do you think Jibril will come to watch the match afterward?”
”I can’t say if Linca went to call him last minute like this time, but I didn’t see him during the match. Afterward, I were out of it, packing my things to head to the port, so maybe we just missed each other.”
”I see. Got it!”
Priscilla said this and bent down to meet Kian’s gaze.
She looked incredibly beautiful even now.
With her pure white hair and youthful eyebrows, she seemed so fresh.
Her sharp eyes and lightly colored lips gave off a vibe of an older, beautiful woman, stirring new desires within him.
She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat off Kian’s face.
At that moment, her serious expression made her seem like just a kind Witch, which was a bit troubling.
After wiping his face, Priscilla stuffed the handkerchief into Kian’s pocket.
”Here, you can have this. It feels a bit dirty.”
”Everything is ruined now.”
”Hahaha… Good luck. Not many people get a second chance like this.”
”Yes.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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