Chapter 247: Poor Muen Campbell!

Muen opened his eyes.

This time he no longer knew the number of times he had woken from brief fainting sleep.

Clearly it had only been a single day, yet he felt as though he had lived through a century.

At this moment, it was already the next morning—or rather, noon. Bright light streamed in from the glazed windows, falling across Muen’s side profile, like the holy radiance of a great divine being.

His expression was clean and pure, and in his eyes, clear as lake water, not a trace of desire remained.

Even though the silver-haired girl was rustling beside him, dressing herself, revealing glimpses of spring scenery especially alluring, he didn’t even have the thought to turn his head for a glance.

Heh, women.

Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.

Women—merely stumbling stones hindering the growth of a real man.

He did not need it.

He disdained it.

He had already seen through it.

At this moment, even if a hundred beauties stripped naked and stood before him swaying and seducing, not a ripple would stir in his heart.

He had already devoted himself to the great divin—

...Fine, actually it was just that he had been wrung completely dry.

This time it was truly—not a drop left.

Thinking of last night’s frenzy, Muen felt tears he could not even cry, his dead-fish eyes wide, filled with humiliation and helplessness.

A full three hours!

He had actually been pinned beneath the girl and ravaged for three hours!

Three hours of madness and rampage, like a storm, scouring every last drop from him.

By the end, what came out was basically no different from water.

So much that, even though afterward he had rested for so long, when he opened his eyes he was still stuck in Sage Mode.

Was there no justice left in heaven?

No law left on earth?

So what if you’re a little stronger than me, a little more imposing, a little more noble?

What’s there to be so proud of—if not for me being too exhausted before, not at my best, I could definitely have...

“How long are you planning on sleeping?”

At this moment, the girl had somehow appeared at Muen’s side, tapping lightly at his arm with the tip of her foot. Her voice was cold.

“Can’t stand up? Do you need me to help you?”

“Who... who can’t stand up?!”

At her words, Muen exploded in anger, jerking up in a carp-flop. Though his legs were weak, his vision blackening, and his waist nearly giving out...

At the very least, he couldn’t lose in momentum.

Muen puffed out his chest, raised his head, glared fiercely with domineering eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine right now!”

“Is that so?”

Celicia arched a brow, said nothing further, and turned to start tidying the wreckage.

Last night’s frenzy had left the entire room a disaster.

And as Muen looked at Celicia’s beautiful face, he found himself slightly dazed.

He had to admit—though the aftereffects were intense, what happened last night had indeed been incomparably thrilling.

That girl’s lofty dominance, her wild gallop, her unrestrained melodic cries, and at the moment of reaching the clouds, her endless ice field melting once again into a spring tide that nearly drowned everything...

Just thinking of it made cracks appear in Muen’s Sage Mode, the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) one no hundred beauties could shake.

But now, Celicia had returned once more to the cold, aloof image Muen was familiar with.

Her bearing was high and cold, her manners elegant. Though her gait was a bit odd, sometimes pained somewhere unseen, brows faintly furrowed, still clothed now in a pale dress, walking amidst this ruined room, she was still like a noble Queen inspecting her domain.

Even when she happened to step across some stain accidentally splattered in last night’s frenzy, her expression didn’t change in the least.

As if she cared nothing at all about what happened last night.

Muen didn’t know whether Celicia’s initiative last night had been the remnant effect of alcohol and uncontrollable impulses, or if she really harbored some different feelings for him. But at this moment, the girl acted as if nothing had happened, and that truly left him somewhat wounded.

“Do you really not care?”

Looking at Celicia’s ice-frozen eyes, where it was impossible to glimpse her true thoughts, a bold idea suddenly sprang into Muen’s mind.

“Why not... test her?”

What he thought, he did.

Muen dressed himself, then step by step approached Celicia, his face suddenly filled with a smile.

“Celicia~”

“What is it?”

“I have something to say to you.”

“What thing?”

“Let me get a little closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Muen walked right up to Celicia, very close—close enough for each of them to catch the other’s breath.

But Muen still wasn’t satisfied. He bent down slowly, inching nearer, carefully observing Celicia’s expression.

At this distance, Muen only had to tilt his head to easily kiss the girl’s tender lips. For this princess, who on ordinary days not even Veil could get so close to, this was already a forbidden zone.

But Celicia did not refuse. As if she didn’t mind this man’s closeness at all, she only frowned slightly in annoyance at Muen’s slowness.

“If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don’t waste time!”

“What I want to say is...”

Seeing this, the corner of Muen’s lips curved. He leaned close to Celicia’s ear, imitating last night’s tone, and softly whispered:

“...Ya~”

The words fell.

As if nothing had happened.

Muen straightened in confusion, looking at Celicia.

Then the smile froze at his lips.

Because, on the girl’s silver-white skin, patches of crimson were blooming.

Those blushes spread quickly like fiery clouds at dusk, covering the aloof girl’s whole pretty face, even her swan-like neck flushed red.

Incomparably charming and adorable.

But the price of that adorableness was... beneath the icy field of her eyes, molten magma of shame and fury began to surge—together with killing intent.

Wait—how was I supposed to know the reaction would be this big?!

Muen’s body trembled with fear. He hurried to salvage the situation, shouting:

“I was just joking! I wasn’t trying to tease you, I was only—”

Too late.

A colossal force suddenly smashed into Muen’s abdomen, almost bulging his eyeballs out.

And in the instant before he went flying, he heard Celicia’s voice, brimming with shame and anger:

“Muen Campbell, forget everything from last night!”

“If you can’t forget, I’ll make you forget!”

“By physical means!”

...

...

“It’s already been a whole night!”

Outside the door, watching the rising sun, Veil grew tense again.

She counted on her fingers, calculating:

“By the time, the President should have sobered up already. But if she did, why hasn’t she called me to open the door? This formation doesn’t block sound transmission stones.”

“Or... did something happen?”

As if something occurred to her, Veil covered her cherry lips with her small hand, blurting:

“Could it be... Muen Campbell was beaten to death!”

Thinking that, even if she disliked Muen Campbell, Veil panicked. She quickly opened the formation.

But before she could open the door—there was a bang, and a figure crashed straight through it, shooting out like a blur.

That figure slammed headfirst into the courtyard wall outside, then was buried beneath collapsing bricks and stone, only a graceful leg left sticking out.

“Is that... Muen Campbell?”

Veil widened her eyes instinctively.

From his aura, he didn’t seem dead.

But why had he flown out at this moment?

Could it be... he had been ravaged by the President all through last night?

In Veil’s mind appeared the scene of Muen Campbell being hung up and flogged by Celicia, her pretty face reddening. She turned her head instinctively to glance inside the room.

And instantly sucked in a cold breath.

The room was a wreck. Tables, chairs, stools—all smashed to pieces. Even the great bed she had specially prepared for the President had collapsed completely.

What kind of ferocious battle must this have been, to leave the room in this state?!

Thinking of that, Veil couldn’t help turning back to the figure buried in rubble, crystalline tears of pity welling at her eyes.

“So pitiful, Muen Campbell... you must have suffered so much last night.”