Chapter 1574 - Jade (5) (1/2)

Jade suddenly awoke from her thoughts. What was she thinking? She just met this Dyon character a few days ago, and all he did was pay Mithrandir back for her antics. Why was it that she was suddenly so angry?

'Calm down…' She spoke softly to herself. 'What's wrong with you…'

While Jade believed that Ri had a heavy weight on her shoulders, the weight on her own was even fiercer.

Back during the reign of the Elvin Kingdom, her Eostre family had been nothing but pawns. They sacrificed their sanity for the sake of breeding False True Empaths all so that they could lead what remained of their race out of trouble.

To this day, Jade was the only one who seemed to have escaped this fate. Her abilities were the highest, while she also seemed to suffer the least side effects.

But suddenly, she felt her own thoughts slipping out of her control.

Jade looked toward Dyon with a complicated glance. 'I have to stay away from him… The Clan is relying on me. For him to stir my true emotions like this… It's not a good thing. It seems I've indulged poorly.'

The manifestation of the Eostre family had always been the Moon. While in some cultures, such a beautiful thing was worshipped and bowed down to, Jade had never seen it this way…

What was the Moon's light if not the mere reflection of the Sun? It didn't produce any beauty of its own… In fact, if you looked closely, the moon was filled with so many flaws, cracks and crevices that it couldn't be counted as beautiful at all…

This was her Eostre family… Always fated to be the imitators of the light while in reality, they lacked substance of their own… Who was she, as the Moon, to seek out the Sun in Dyon?...

Dyon's eyes sparkled hearing Mithrandir's words, but, she could only frown as she noticed Dyon's lower regions weren't showing any reaction no matter how she stroked.

”You!” it wasn't clear you said it first, but an eruption of baleful auras blanketed the lounging area.

Dyon didn't seem to notice, deciding to instead calmly remove Mithrandir's hand and stop circulating his celestial and demonic will.

Dyon chuckled, looking into Mithrandir's still cloudy eyes, ”You should be careful with you who play with beautiful. Taking you wouldn't be difficult for me,” Dyon's hand, still resting on Mithrandir's treasured place, flicked up with a last bit of his aurora.

”Mmm, oh god,” Mithrandir grasped Dyon's shirt tightly from her seated position, breathing heavily.