The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 188 - 12 Fateful Encounter

Chapter 188: Chapter 12: Fateful Encounter

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Chapter 188 -12: Fateful Encounter

Two half-beastman guards scrutinized the short figure cloaked entirely in a cape with suspicious eyes. This season, being fully wrapped up made one appear quite sneaky, and the refusal to reveal one’s name only deepened the serious and responsible half-beast soldiers’ suspicions.

Seeing the towering and ferocious-faced half-beast soldiers glaring with large, bovine eyes that roved unsettled over her body, the enormous tower shield hanging in the half-beast soldiers’ hands as if weightless, and the broad, thick great sword yet unsheathed but exuding a chilling murderous aura, the short figure standing in the hall trembled with fear.

Having traveled a thousand miles without knowing whether she would meet the other party, this place was indeed different from where she had lived. From Mattdam to here, it seemed that different races were everywhere. Although there were quite a few of her own kind, it was astonishing to see Barbarians, Half-Beastmen, Half-Elves, Elves, and Dwarves commonly found in this region, and the mortals here seemed to take no notice, accustomed as they were to such extraordinary scenes, leaving her, who had never experienced such things, somewhat at a loss.

What was even more shocking to her was that, upon entering the Lord’s Mansion, she was greeted by these fearsome and hideous-faced half-beastman warriors. It was terrifying and oppressive, to say the least, to have half-beast soldiers nearly twice her height stand before her. Their thick armor seemed more like a decoration on them; with every step they took, the sparkling new armor would creak, a sound that was particularly grating to her ears.

“Oh?” Komer propped himself up, his head rising along with his eyebrows. An old friend? Unable to see their face? This was quite peculiar. To visit but unwilling to disclose one’s name, and even their face fully concealed – what could be their motive? Surely an assassin would not choose such a method to make their approach?

Komer quietly watched the small figure before him, shrouded in a black robe so dense that no light could penetrate it, feeling an odd sense of familiarity, especially the aura emanating from the person, which left an indelible impression on him as if from some past event.

“Princess Vero?” A flash of inspiration struck Komer’s mind, and an intuition made him blurt out her name.

The cape suddenly fell away, revealing the girl’s smiling cheeks. With her noble, high nose bridge and sparkling, bright eyes that shone with a dark luminance, her delicate skin seemed almost breakable with a touch, her eyebrows like fine art, and the harvest goddess statue still around her slender, powdered neck. Her smiling lips parted to show teeth smooth as shells, and her smile, like that of an angel, was enough to drown any onlooker in its allure – a pure, natural smile that had nothing to do with coquettishness or glamor, yet possessed a captivating power to shake one’s soul.

Clearly pleased with Komer’s surprised and delighted expression, the girl looked around and laughed openly: “Is it the Baron’s way of hospitality to let a guest stand here?”

As if waking from a dream, Komer waved his hand to dismiss the puzzled half-beastman guards. He laughed heartily, “For the Commandery Princess to grace such a remote place, Caucasus is honored. My humble abode is not much; perhaps Your Highness would prefer to rest in my forest behind the house, where you might better appreciate the unique charm of Our Caucasus.”

“Oh?” The girl’s curiosity was immediately piqued. Indeed, traveling thousands of miles partly out of spite for her father, she also deeply wished to independently venture out to see the Continent and experience its varied cultures, which had always been her dream. Moreover, Caucasus was often mentioned by her father and adventurers she met along the way, all of whom revered it as a Holy Land of adventure. The tales of conquering Damarlinsk Castle were so boastfully plentiful, they filled the girl with restless excitement.

“Fine, as the guest should comply with the host. Being in the Baron’s territory, Vero naturally awaits your arrangements,” the girl replied, smoothly gathering her hair into a bundle.

The Green Maple Forest indeed had Komer’s great dedication. The vast expanse was trimmed into a neat semicircle. The orderly Green Maple Trees lined up along the space formed a solid screen. Inside the green screen, a beautifully designed small marble Colonnade was perfectly situated, with columns rising no more than three meters and using clever vaulting techniques on the arch-shaped rooftop, turning the upper walkway into an aqueduct. The fountain pool in the center became a gallery of notable figures, a gift from a merchant abroad. The life-sized Stone carvings were somewhat rough but perfectly appealing in Komer’s eyes. Whether sitting, lying, pondering, or gazing, each was unique in expression. The fountain pool clearly used water from the Colonnade, bubbling and leaping in abundance, complementing the stone figures in motion and stillness, harmonious together.

A row of perennial evergreen shrubs about waist-high separated the fountain pool from the Stone tables and benches under the Colonnade, with stone pathways connecting them. The lush canopy provided seclusion for the Colonnade. Relaxing at the stone tables and benches beneath the columns, what a delightful existence that was.

The moment the girl entered the back garden, she was captivated by the architecture that combined the mainstream style of the kingdom with local Caucasus nuances. Most strikingly, the whole architectural complex looked so delicate, while the statues were rugged and untamed. The wind through the hearty trees brought waves of cool air, and it was love at first sight for the girl with this garden.