Chapter 130: On women

When I reached the unity building, night had fallen, and the students had already begun walking towards their rooms, but we still needed at least an hour or two of freedom. Upon entering the building, I saw a few members present, their gazes directed towards me.

I greeted them with a nod, and since I didn't have much time, I left the main hall and headed down the corridors into the inner sitting room. Only the highest-ranking guild members were allowed here.

Roxanne was sitting comfortably on a large leather couch in front of the fireplace. The soft light of the fire softened her features, giving her the impression of being deep in thought. As I approached her, I noticed she was examining a letter in her hand. It looked like she hadn't opened it yet, with neatly written lines barely glowing on the page.

When Roxanne noticed my presence, she slowly lifted her head, her eyes filled with deep thought and seriousness.

"You have a letter..." she said, her voice a bit hoarse.

"From whom?" I asked.

Roxanne hesitated for a moment before answering, staring at me. "It's from Avanne..."

I was somewhat surprised by this and responded as I sat down on the chair across from Roxanne, "Then why haven't you burned the letter yet?" seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Honestly, Avanne was a thing of the past for me. Looking back, even recalling her with fond memories felt overly generous. Not feeling anger or a desire for revenge towards a woman who left me in my darkest times could have been considered virtuous. But she was finished with me. Her existence was insignificant, no different from any Asina person I had never met.

"Ethan... This is the 18th letter she's sent. Maybe she wants to say something important. Or perhaps she needs your help," Roxanne said, her expression understanding.

It was quite interesting to see Roxanne like this. Normally, her love for me was so intense that she would start grumbling even if I mentioned another woman in her presence. Furthermore, if it were a woman who had left me, she would likely become furious. But why now? Why was she asking me to read letters sent by a woman who had left me at least twice a month?

It was true that I had tamed her a bit after a year and a half together, but I could still feel a deep-seated jealousy within her. Roxanne's calm demeanor surprised me. I looked at her more carefully. The gently flickering light of the fireplace deepened the mystery in her eyes. She had always been a strong and passionate woman, but now she was showing a softer approach towards me.

I knew that our bond had developed over the time we spent together, but her patience regarding Avanne... was literally strange.

"Roxy, I don't care what a woman who left me has to say anymore. Throw the letter in the trash," I said.

"But what if it's really an important matter? It could be about your tobacco company. Or maybe she needs help?" Discover worlds on m-v le-mpyr

Despite Roxanne's insistence, I felt no stirrings inside me. Avanne's departure a long time ago had left only a cold emptiness behind, and that emptiness had now been filled with Roxanne. As I looked at her, I briefly wondered what she was aiming for. Defending Avanne's letters contradicted the jealousy I was accustomed to. Something was hidden; I could feel it.

"Look, I can't waste any more time on Avanne's letters," I said in a calm yet firm voice. "If there's something important, she has contacts with the Servant Guild. And she even has her own local militia with the Servant Guild. So if she needs help, she can ask someone else. And if something significant happens, I'll be informed through the Servant Guild, anyway.

Now, let's destroy the letter and put this topic to rest."

"But what if—" Roxanne began to argue again just as a sudden anger surged within me.

"Roxy! Enough. Give me the letter," I said, standing up and taking the letter from Roxanne's hand. I threw the letter directly into the fireplace and then sat back down.

What I had experienced with Avanne in the past was now behind me. Roxanne silently looked at the letter burning in the fire. A moment of regret flickered in her eyes, but she quickly tried to hide it. As the flames consumed the letter slowly, the silence in the room grew. I noticed that Roxanne was quieter than usual. Normally, our arguments were brief, but this time felt different.

For a moment, I questioned why Roxanne cared so much about these letters.

Taking a deep breath while looking at the fire, I said, "Roxy, I've already forgotten her, and I have no reason to remember her. This is necessary for me to move on."

Roxanne slowly shook her head. "I know," she said in a calm voice. "I just thought... maybe we should dig a little deeper before completely closing some chapters. all I want in this life is your happiness."

"I only dig deep enough for what's deserved. And I don't think Avanne deserves that. And I'm very happy with my life right now. Now let's close this topic," I said, and my words caused a silence to settle in the room.

The only sounds echoing in the room were the quiet crackles of the burning letter in the fireplace. Roxanne remained silent for a while, her eyes fixed on the fire. Her calmness surprised me, but it also unsettled me. This woman, usually fierce and argumentative, now seemed to possess a serenity that transcended everything.

"Do you know where Ellera is?" I finally broke the silence, standing up.

Roxanne took a deep breath without looking away from the fire. "Yes, I know. Last I heard, she was still resting in her bedroom," she replied, her voice as soft as a whisper.

"Then I'll see her later," I said, gently kissing Roxanne on the forehead before leaving.

Roxanne's expression remained fixed in that same calmness. She tilted her head and closed her eyes, silently accepting my kiss. As I left the room, the lingering sense of unease inside me wouldn't let go. I wasn't used to Roxanne being so calm and understanding. Something had changed; I could feel it, but I couldn't grasp what it was. Before my thoughts came together, I decided to go see Ellera.

The corridors were silent. A few students whispered as they passed by me, but no one approached. As I walked towards the bedroom, I contemplated Ellera's situation. She was a light bearer, which was still an incredible circumstance. Even in the Elf realm, light bearers were treated like the sacred children of the gods.

In contrast, my dark element was considered a kind of sacred status in the realm of demons. And now, the woman with the light element was the same one who wanted to be with me. I guess saying I was quite lucky would be the mildest way to express it.

When I entered the bedroom, I saw that Ellera was still resting in her place. The darkness of the room had blended with the night; however, a faint light source softly illuminated Ellera's face. I stepped inside slowly. The sanctity of being a light bearer added a profound aura to her, yet her facial expression remained cold and emotionless as usual.

"Ellera," I said, trying to keep my voice very low, but her expression did not change. She continued to look at me in deep silence. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," she finally replied, her tone carrying the expected coldness. But still, I knew I felt something behind her words, an effect of the bond that had formed between us over time.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked.

Ellera's face, illuminated by the faint light in the darkness, still looked cold and emotionless, but when I sat on the edge of the bed, the silver rings in her eyes slightly shifted. I still hadn't fully gotten used to how her eyes reacted when she felt certain emotions.

"Have you finally accepted to go out with me?" she asked with a hint of mockery.

The silver rings in Ellera's eyes sparkled with a mysterious light, echoing in a dark depth. This moment with her felt like a gravitational pull between us; her cold demeanor merged with my dark world, yet it was also in stark contrast.

"Well, if you want it that much, rejecting it wouldn't be very nice. Besides, upsetting a beautiful woman like you would be a disgrace to my masculinity," I replied, matching her mocking tone.

But truly, Ellera's beauty was real and unique. Among all the women I had seen, her beauty was a distinct feature. It seemed as if her face was created in perfect harmony, and her eyes were the most captivating I had ever seen. Not only that, but her full lips, her nose that seemed perfectly fitting, the long lashes beneath her eyes, and basically every feature seemed carefully placed there.

Moreover, she had a magnificent physique that overshadowed all this facial beauty. She probably had the largest breasts I had seen after Isabella and Kayle. But her hips were undoubtedly the fullest I had ever seen, and they stood firm and shapely, defying gravity. Along with all these features, she had snow-white fox tails behind her and similarly white ears on top of her head, reminiscent of foxes.

In short, Ellera was literally a work of art.

However, there was always some issue with every beautiful thing. Or always a piece of darkness within the light. When I came to this world, I had fallen in love with it in the truest sense of the word. The existence of magic, living in a medieval-like world, and most importantly, the presence of beautiful and diverse races. Yet this world had a tremendous sin!

The result of relationships between different races made pregnancy nearly impossible. Only very closely related races seemed unaffected. For example, a child could be born from Ellera, I mean a snow fox, and a different species of fox. But the possibility of a child being born from a human and an beast-human was about one percent or something like that.

In short, if there is a god who created this world, they had committed one of the greatest sins imaginable!