While still rubbing her throbbing forehead where Scathach's merciless finger had struck like a whip, Elara muttered with a wry, defiant smile,
"Master… you're as savage as I remember you to be."
Scathach remained seated regally on the wide, luxurious sofa in her grand chamber, one elegant leg crossed over the other.
She held a delicate teacup in her hand, the steam curling lazily upward. Her blood-red eyes lifted with a raised eyebrow, radiating both amusement and ancient authority. The simple motion caused her full, heavy breasts to shift subtly beneath her dark attire, the deep curve of her cleavage catching the soft light of the room.
Her powerful yet shapely thighs pressed together, the firm swell of her ass sinking comfortably into the cushions, every inch of her voluptuous, muscular body exuding effortless dominance and raw sensuality.
"Okay, fine… I admit it was my fault for not warning you beforehand," Elara said, placing a hand on her hip in that familiar rebellious pose.
"But you never answered any of my calls or messages! How else was I supposed to contact you, huh?"
Scathach took a slow, graceful sip of her tea, her crimson lips curving slightly.
"I don't even know where that infernal device is half the time, and I have no intention of carrying it with me everywhere I go. You should have written a proper letter. It was far more civilized and convenient."
Elara rolled her eyes dramatically, her silver hair swaying with the motion.
"Yeah, right — who's going to deliver a letter across thousands of kilometers of ocean? That's just a massive waste of time."
She paused, then added with a huff, "And where's your secretary? Wasn't it her job to handle all these things for you?"
Scathach gave a soft, dismissive huff, the sound surprisingly adorable coming from such a legendary figure.
"I fired the new one this week. She was nothing but a timid little cat — always trembling and avoiding eye contact. I have no use for cowards." Her blood-red eyes narrowed with clear disdain.
Elara sighed deeply and finally dropped down onto the sofa beside her master. The cushions dipped under her weight as she sat close enough that the warmth of Scathach's powerful, curvaceous body radiated against her own.
Elara's ample breasts shifted softly with the motion, while her firm ass settled comfortably into the seat, her soft thighs brushing lightly against Scathach's thicker, more muscular ones.
"Okay… jokes aside," Elara said, her voice turning serious, the playful delinquent fading away, "I really need your help, Master. This is grave."
Scathach's expression shifted instantly. A spark of genuine amusement and curiosity lit up her scarlet gaze. It was rare — exceedingly rare — for her number one disciple to come seeking assistance so openly.
Elara took a deep breath, her golden eyes darkening with remembered fury, and began recounting the nightmare in vivid detail: the sudden, devastating attack — the pitch-black lightning bolt that had struck her son without warning, nearly claiming his life in an instant.
She described every horrifying specific, every clue she had desperately chased across the entire Sariel continent, only to come up empty-handed. Even her sister's extensive network of spies, now scouring the other continents, had returned with nothing but silence and frustration.
In a low, deadly serious tone, she continued,
"I think it's the work of some immortal-level being. But the real questions are… how, why, and who?"
She paused, her voice growing heavier.
"As far as I remember the other immortals of this world — one is a carefree sorceress who only loves to experiment with her spells and play mischievous tricks on people. She wouldn't do something like this, not seriously. And the other one is in the beastmen nation, Therionis. He's nothing but a brute maniac with no reason to target my son or me."
Scathach listened in silence, her piercing scarlet eyes narrowing thoughtfully. She slowly placed a slender finger against her chin, the motion causing her full, heavy breasts to rise and shift enticingly beneath her dark attire.
After a moment, Scathach spoke, her velvety voice calm yet laced with the weight of centuries.
"As far as I know, there is no one in this world who holds any real animosity toward you or the Humanitus world. And if it were some outsider who managed to slip in…"
She tapped her finger lightly against her chin. "She would have detected their presence long ago. Her magic barrier is still fully active around the entire world."
Elara's expression changed in an instant. Her words were slow, deliberate, and dripping with venom.
"Please, Master… help me find the actual attacker. I want the one who dared harm my son, to die by my own hands."
Scathach's scarlet eyes softened with understanding as she studied her favorite disciple. She knew Elara better than anyone.
Once the culprit was found, her silver-haired warrioress would erase their entire existence without hesitation. And in Scathach's opinion, that was exactly the right thing to do. Mercy invited future enemies. Ruthlessness ensured they would never dare underestimate her again.
"I'll personally search for the perpetrator of this cowardly attack," Scathach declared, her velvety voice carrying absolute confidence. "And if that elusive witch Medea is involved in any way… I'll drag her to you myself, Or if she isn't she could also help us."
Medea — the greatest sorceress in the entire Humanitus world. A true genius unmatched in ancient magic, curses, forbidden rituals, and deadly poisons. She was the second immortal of their world, the former Saintess of Goddess Hecate, and the first in history to have escaped the curse of death itself.
[As for how, Let's talk about that later when meeting her in person.]
Elara's tense shoulders visibly relaxed. A deep breath escaped her lips, causing her ample breasts to rise and fall heavily within the elegant confines of her dress. Relief washed over her golden eyes like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
"Thank you, Master…" she whispered sincerely. "With both you and Medea helping me, I'm confident we'll drag that bastard out into the light soon."
The heavy atmosphere in the room finally eased. Elara leaned back into the sofa, her soft, powerful thighs pressing together as her firm, rounded ass settled deeper into the cushions. A small, playful smile returned to her lips as she decided to lighten the mood with the second reason for her visit.
"By the way… my baby is getting engaged next week," she said, her voice turning warm and almost girlish. "He's marrying a sweet little girl named Mira Ousia. She's gentle, talented, and truly cares for him. So, Master… you're officially invited. Please come and bless my son. It wouldn't feel right without you there."
Scathach's gaze warmed as she looked at her disciple — the girl she had once forged into a warrior, now a proud mother. "Very well. I suppose I can leave this island for once in a while."
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A/N: First of all, I'm sorry for late updates.
However from now on I think I won't be uploading any other chapters, as my contract application got rejected and they had clearly stated that "re-applying isn't possible."
Thank you–
ayush_samal
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And others who have been waiting for the chapters,
For your support till now.
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So now here's what I'm gonna do, in two weeks I'm gonna delete this novel and start a new one the same as this one but with some significant changes and with better explanation of the power system and the world.
There's still more to come we haven't even finished the introduction arc and there's still more to come as I have already planned for the next hundreds of chapters already.
Thanks!!
– YandereDragon