Village Head's Debauchery

Crystalia's fierce gaze pierced through Selene like daggers. According to Orion's explanation, his relationship with her mother began just a few months after her father's death. How could she not be infuriated by this revelation?

"Don't you have anything to say?" Crystalia spat out. While she also blamed Orion partially for the situation, given his background and what she knew about him before deciding to become his partner, she placed more blame on her mother. She felt her mother should have known better than to get involved in such a mess.

"'I...'" Selene attempted to speak, but her words faltered. She realized that anything she said might only make the situation worse. She had anticipated this confrontation, but she had underestimated the intensity of the reaction.

Crystalia's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt as she confronted her mother, "How could you do this after Father's death? You were supposed to mourn, not... not jump into the arms of another, especially not Orion, who is also my partner!" Her emotional turmoil was discernible.

Selene's head hung even lower, unable to meet Crystalia's fiery gaze.

Elysia, standing near the door, exhaled deeply. As Crystalia spoke, Elysia understood that she felt more betrayed than hurt. Even though the Prismerions were no longer a matriarchal race and had a culture as distinct as the Village's, their possessiveness was not entirely surprising, especially in a free-spirited young woman like Crystalia.

Suddenly, the door beside her swung open, and Orion stepped out. Feeling a slight twinge at his waist and catching Elysia's gaze, urging him to fix the situation, he took a deep breath.

The other women, observing from behind the door or their positions within range, watched the unfolding scene intently.

"Crystalia, please calm down. I understand your feelings and don't blame you for being upset," Orion began. As Crystalia's fierce gaze shifted toward him, he continued, "Selene and I didn't intend for this to happen. After your father's death, your mother found herself in a difficult position, struggling to maintain her role and responsibilities while grappling with her grief. Initially, I tried to hold back, understanding what this situation meant to you, but--"

Although she remembered how her mother had struggled when her father died and how she seemed to regain strength whenever Orion was around, she now realized that it was during that time their connection had gradually formed.

Orion shook his head. "No. I realized our connection was inevitable, and my feelings for her grew naturally. If I hadn't reciprocated, her situation might have worsened even more."

"Oh, if that's the case, then make a choice: it's either me or my mother," Crystalia demanded, her arms folded angrily as she awaited Orion's response, her heart trembling.

"Crystalia..." Selene tried to intervene, but her voice was instantly cut off. "I'm not asking your mother. Let him answer." Crystalia refocused her gaze on Orion.

"How can I make such a choice? You know the kind of man I am, Crystalia. My love for you won't diminish, even if Paradise itself were to crash against my chest. Besides, forging a bond between a mother and daughter is like capturing the moon and its reflection on water. If you were given the choice to forever rid yourself of one and keep the other, would you?" Orion responded.

As Orion's words echoed through the surroundings, Crystalia's heart trembled even more. Selene stood rooted in place, a deep blush on her cheeks as her heart raced.

The women observing from the manor blushed, exchanging glances of admiration, especially Lyra, Ursa, Celeste, Reena and Gina.

As expected, their husband was still as impressive as ever!

"Fine! Since you can't make a decision, I'll remove myself!" Crystalia responded defiantly, soaring into the air and dashing off into the distance.

Selene attempted to follow, but Orion quickly stopped her, saying, "I'll handle this. You can return and get to know the others."

Orion shot into the sky, immediately streaking toward Crystalia's direction. He could sense that she needed time alone to process everything, so he planned to follow at a safe distance, ensuring her safety before approaching her once she had calmed down.

The next morning

Orion and Seth descended and landed in front of the multilayered building beside the Vylkr alloy mine, which was used to secure the precious Vykr alloys.

"Are you okay, Chief?" Seth asked, frowning with concern.

"I'm fine," Orion replied. "I was just contemplating what valuable information the former Supreme Leader of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City might have about the Two Grade Two Runaway Cities."

Even though he didn't need to sleep like an ordinary person, he was still emotionally drained from tailing Crystalia throughout Paradise the previous day.

Fortunately, the results were favourable; otherwise, he wouldn't have come here today.

Seth nodded in understanding. "I'm curious about many things regarding them as well. However, I hope he doesn't disappoint and wasn't just putting on a show to have a chance at victory. But we won't know until we begin questioning him."

Orion nodded in understanding. If the former emperor had deceived them, he would have no reason to remain alive; they would use the situation as a lesson for others.

Orion returned the warriors' greetings as one escorted them to the room on the second floor where the former emperor was staying.

When they opened the door and entered the room, they saw the former emperor lying on the bed, bandaged without all four limbs and his leathery wings; he looked incredibly pitiful compared to his former domineering self.

Greroth's gaze fixed on the masked figures. One figure wore an inky-black mask, while the other had a familiar fiery red mask. Both masks featured Vylkr vine carvings, ranging from one

star to three stars.

Orion sat chair opposite the bed, while Seth stood behind him.

Greroth recognized the feiry red masked man as the one who had thwarted his Runaway City's victories against the Sleeping Fox Runaway City and the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City, leaving him in this wretched state.

His face flushed with intense rage, but he managed to suppress his emotions as he redirected his focus to the inky-black masked man seated across from him. The man shared the same unsettling presence as the other individual.

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