The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 284

“You should focus on your training,” Alavin said as he scratched the little fox, which smiled contentedly. “Does it have any special abilities?”

“Don’t change the subject. I’m discussing important matters with you. Cobalt Strike has three great beauties, one Celesse, one Mariela, and one Liyana, and you’ve managed to charm two of them without a peep! Thankfully, Liyana is rarely at Cobalt Strike, or she’d also be caught in your web.”

“Save it, I’m not as fickle as you think. I’m still young. I don’t have such intentions.”

“You seem quite well-developed to me.”

“Can we change the subject?”

“First, you tell me, how did you get involved with Celesse, and how have you kept her devoted to you for over a decade?”

“Our relationship is purely platonic.”

“Maybe she is pure, but you? I doubt it,” Eyla said with a mischievous smile. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“I yield! Stop making fun of me.”

“I ask you, do you truly see no allure in me?”

“What allure?”

“That allure!” Eyla, with a twist of her body, displayed her sinuous figure with all the right curves in all the right places. Her sizzling silhouette, coupled with her beautiful, delicate features, was enough to make one’s nose bleed.

Alavin felt a stir in his heart and quickly tried to soothe the tension. “Modesty, my lady! Modesty, please. This could give the wrong impression.”

“So you do feel something. That’s more like it. I thought there was something wrong with you for a moment.”

Alavin could barely fend off her charm, as he picked up the little fox and inspected it closely. “What’s the story with this little creature?”

“It has quite the tale to tell.” Eyla flipped back into the room, her fiery figure fully on display before Alavin. The visual impact was so bewitching that Alavin could hardly resist. Today, the maiden had donned a crimson blouse and skirt, which, paired with her glowing skin, made for a deadly combination.

Alavin, embarrassed to look too closely, remarked, “Your attire seems quite sparing on fabric. We need not be so frugal.”

“Don’t you like it? I could dress in more layers for you.” Eyla teased him now and then.

“Let us speak of the little fox instead.”

“It’s a Solar Fox! My grandfather saved its parents on Dragon’s Peak and almost lost his own life in the process. Before they passed, they entrusted the wee one to my grandfather, who then gifted it to me when it had barely opened its eyes." Eyla kept her explanation brief, without delving into details. She sat next to Alavin, kicking off her floral shoes. "How strong are you now?"

"Peak of Stage I, I'd say." Alavin had been pondering over the Arcanum and the True Thunder and had made considerable gains, placing him at the peak of Stage I.

"Shall I spar with you?"

"Would that be possible?" Alavin's fighting spirit was kindled by her words. Eyla was one of the Five Champions of the Eight Orders, a once-in-a-century prodigy of Bloodlore with enigmatic Combat Magic and bloodline powers. Now an Advanced Mage of Stage II, Alavin was genuinely interested in a match with her. Such a battle would squeeze out his potential and show him his true strength.

"I have one condition." Eyla's arm encircled Alavin's neck. Her smile was suggestive, and her eyes devilishly locked onto his.

Alavin gently moved her arm away. "There's no need for such intimacy in our stance."

Eyla's hand found its way back to his neck. "I want you to unleash the Shadowbringer!"

"Seriously?"

"Do I look like I'm jesting?"

"Be sure about this. My Shadowbringer is now tenfold stronger than the last time." Alavin had gleaned insights into Combat Magic from the Shadowbringer – though rudimentary, its power was immensely formidable, even to him.

"Don't underestimate me." Eyla was curious about Alavin's Shadowbringer. She had missed the opportunity at the last soiree, and now was the perfect chance to test Alavin's true strength.

"Very well!" Just as Alavin was about to push her hand away, the door burst open.

Oda ran in with a surprise. "Look who's here!"

"Heehee, is that Lord Alavin?" Carlys hopped in joyously, hands behind her back, eyes squinted with a smile.

But the scene within the room was a tad too intimate, and the two lasses were caught off guard, frozen in place, staring at Alavin and Eyla on the bed.

Oda stuck out her little tongue, wondering how they ended up entangled so quickly. Her brother was quite the fast mover.

The smile on Carlys' face slowly faded as she looked from Alavin to Eyla, her tone discontent. "Who are you? And where have your clothes gone?"