The emperor’s daughter’s tender and alluring skin gradually revealed itself in large swaths before her eyes.
Even though she had seen it countless times before, Navila still felt it hard to control herself, forcibly swallowing back her saliva.
She knew that she already possessed the qualifications to become an “imperial consort.”
If Navila wanted, she could take that final step at any time, and Night wouldn’t refuse her.
But she wouldn’t do that.
She would wait—wait until everything came to an end, wait until Night took her home as a bride, wait until Night took the initiative to accept all of her.
“Night, it’s about to begin…”
She applied the special lipstick, made from materials that could inscribe magical formulas on the skin, to her lips, and then some to her fingernails.
Navila infused mana to make the already inscribed formula patterns on Ye Lalar’s skin visible.
Then, she swallowed again and slowly spoke.
On Ye Lalar’s body were the fruits of their labor over the past year.
On that night when she pledged her loyalty on behalf of the knight order and was taken back to the Night God Palace to be alone with Night, Night had told her the truth: she was being forcibly controlled, compelled to become like this.
Although due to some irresistible force, she couldn’t reveal the specific reasons to her.
Even so, Night earnestly requested Navila’s help to escape the imperial family, to break free from the empire’s control.
And the first thing she had to do was pilot the “Butterfly” to fight for the empire, demonstrating her own value.
Thus, allowing the imperial seal to acknowledge and accept Navila as a member of the imperial family, granting her the qualification for intimate contact with her.
During these days, Night relied on the power of the Night God Throne to begin researching methods to suppress and control the imperial blood and imperial seal.
Of course, while she could develop them, Night couldn’t personally inscribe these researched formulas onto her own body.
Because that would be deemed by the imperial seal as an act harming the empire, forcibly stopping her.
However…
Through thorough research and testing, Ye Lalar determined that the imperial seal couldn’t peer into her thoughts; it could only judge whether Ye Xu violated the laws constituting the imperial seal in the bloodline grand magic based on surface behavior.
Thus, she had Navila, through caresses and kisses, disguise it as intimacy, to inscribe these formulas onto her body.
Where Navila’s lips and fingers traced, they would leave rough magical circuit lines.
And Ye Xu would use the Night God Throne to guide them into proper formation, combining them together.
This was an extremely lengthy and massive project.
To suppress the immensely vast Radiant Sun Empire’s bloodline grand magic, the formulas needed were naturally extremely precise.
Coupled with the empire’s interference, Ye Lalar could only develop them bit by bit.
Then, wait for Navila, as the “prospective imperial consort,” to visit her every half month, disguising intimacy to complete the next steps.
Let her reference the design diagrams and assist in inscribing the incantation formulas onto her body.
Chu.
Mm…
Following what was drawn on the blueprint, Navila first gently kissed the area just below Ye Lalar’s right collarbone.
The emperor’s daughter’s sensitive body immediately prompted her to make a sound.
As mana was infused, the lip print transformed into part of the formula, slowly merging and completing those originally incomplete rune structures that became visible under the mana’s infusion.
Smooch, smooch, pop.
Mm, Vi, Vila, be gentle…
“I know.”
Realizing she had hurt her master because she was too immersed, Navila’s cheeks flushed with a few more hints of red.
In fact, Ye Lalar had once felt apologetic for asking Navila, this girl, to help her with such a thing.
But what she didn’t know was that Navila was the one who felt the most apologetic.
Every time she inscribed formulas on Night’s body, she would almost completely lose herself in it.
Ye Lalar didn’t realize it.
Personally removing the clothes from the emperor’s daughter, who was seen as noble and inviolable in the eyes of the world, piece by piece.
Using her hands, her lips, leaving her own marks on her body—this was such a blasphemous act, filled with guilt, yet utterly addictive.
Nowadays, they were accustomed to starting from the top, then moving down.
And every time they reached the lower parts, it was the ultimate test of Navila’s精神 and willpower.
“A little to the right, the formula there is still a bit…”
“I know.”
She placed her hand over, and on Ye Lalar’s right waist, a rune that was clearly missing a piece in the middle stood out prominently.
Logically, even if not as talented as Ye Lalar, Navila’s aptitude was top-tier, something every other prince and princess sighed over and felt inferior to.
Having seen the design diagram, she normally wouldn’t make such a low-level mistake.
But…
She was too immersed, almost losing herself.
Even after experiencing it many times, she would still instinctively be dominated by that night-blooming cereus fragrance, becoming her captive, unable to extricate herself, instinctively craving more and more.
Naturally, she overlooked this position that didn’t seem as alluring.
Unconsciously, she recalled her childhood, that black-haired boy who exuded an otherworldly aura completely different from other commoners, exquisitely refined.
Back then, Night didn’t yet possess such transcendent divinity as now.
But even so, from the first glance, her gaze was firmly locked on him, unable to pull away.
She had complained countless times about why she couldn’t resist even the slightest bit of Night, leading to her current state where she would frequently make mistakes on such important matters.
…
“Vila…”
Ye Lalar softly called Navila’s name again, and she understood.
—The main body’s formula inscription was done; it was time to complete the ones on the limbs.
Rustle~
The fabric rubbed against the bed, producing a sound that stirred the imagination.
Navila straddled Ye Lalar’s body, slowly stripping off her last remaining clothes.
Then, with reluctant eyes, she removed that pair of enticing over-the-knee black stockings with lace edges.
But this reluctance lasted only a moment, because she knew that the moment even more testing of one’s will had arrived.
“Vila, this time…”
When designing this set of formulas to be inscribed on the body and usable just by infusing mana, Ye Lalar had deliberately avoided all sensitive areas.
But her childhood friend, clever as ice and snow, still “mistakenly” touched those places time and again, forcing her to only grit her teeth and remind her over and over.
Ugh!!!
And in the next moment, a wail that should belong to the noble emperor’s daughter rang out again, jolting the once more dazed Navila awake.
Apology flowed in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Night, I…”
“It’s fine, continue.”
In her urgency, she could only grab the nearby blanket and bite down on it, preventing more embarrassing sounds from escaping.
But after all, it wasn’t the first time experiencing this, so she quickly calmed down.
Ye Lalar panted heavily, looking at the apologetic Navila, and said in a way that showed she didn’t mind.
“Mm, then I’ll continue.”
Afterward, Navila blushed and leaned down again.
But soon, a realization entered her mind.
That realization told her this was the last time; there would be no more opportunities after this.
Let alone enjoying this pleasure, after she left, even meeting again would be unknown when…
Woo~!
Another wail.
“Night, I!”
The once more out-of-control knight hurriedly prepared to explain in panic.
“Con, continue…”
Accompanying the emperor’s daughter biting her teeth to endure in order to maintain her masculine demeanor.
Those delicate cries that, if known to the believers, would be enough to launch a crusade, thus rang out time and again in the depths of this night.
“What’s wrong? Thinking about our lord again?”
On the boundless plain, under the clear starry sky, Navila, reclining on the grass, was awakened by an indifferent yet caring voice.
Navila turned her head and saw a beautiful girl with white hair and blue eyes, like an ice flower blooming in the icy plains, holding two meal trays and walking toward her.
The pilot of the Eternal Night Knight [Ice Spirit], “Virar.”
“How did you know?”
As comrades who had fought side by side countless times, Navila didn’t hide it from Virar, just looking at her with slight surprise.
Moreover…
Her intimate relationship with Night wasn’t a secret in the knight order.
“You’re sleeping with your face all flushed; besides thinking about our lord, what else could it be?”
Virar’s inorganic face miraculously showed helplessness, rolling her eyes in a slightly cute manner.
Ever since submitting to the empire, the Nine Riders of Eternal Night had been assigned to various princes and princesses.
As absolute high-end combat power, they led the empire’s armies to victory after victory in various battles.
From then on, the Nine Riders of Eternal Night rarely met each other.
And apart from Navila, it was even rarer to see their master again.
Now that they finally met, she had thought the captain would chat more with her.
But instead, it was just spacing out, over and over.
This was extremely rare for the highly talented and capable Navila.
Ugh…
Navila scratched her face, rarely showing an embarrassed expression in front of this girl her age.
In the present, one month after Her Majesty the Emperor’s Daughter Ye Lalar had gone missing, her whereabouts unknown.
Navila, who had been fine before, had been especially restless these past two days, her mind always flashing with that night-purple figure who completely occupied her body and soul.
“Heh…”
Seeing Navila like this, Virar’s eyes dimmed a bit.
Because she clearly knew that even though their names differed by just one character, the difference in status in their lord’s heart between her and Navila was vast.
Otherwise, why wasn’t she the one sent by the lord to help complete the secret escape plan?
She wasn’t unable to understand; after all, the fewer people who knew about such things, the better.
But why couldn’t it have been her?
“Captain…”
Virar’s tone rarely showed some emotional fluctuation.
When Navila turned her head, she saw Virar reveal a rare smile, then say:
“I won’t lose, you know~”
In her deep blue eyes, like cold ice, bloomed a tenderness that only appeared when mentioning a certain person, along with intense fighting spirit.
“Uh…”
And seeing Virar like this, Navila suddenly felt even more embarrassed.
No helping it—the others in the knight order only knew that she had helped Night with an extremely secret escape plan, but beyond that, they didn’t know any specific details.
Perhaps in their view, it was just helping to connect relations, provide cover, and the like.
If they knew that, apart from the final thing she shouldn’t have done, she had tasted Night all over, others might not, but Virar and Dragon Princess definitely wouldn’t let her off.
After all, the one who violated the “fair competition agreement” was her.
Oh, right, and David.
That kid’s worship of Night was fanatical and pure.
Surpassing even those so-called Emperor’s Daughter cult believers.
If he knew about what she did, he would definitely see it as blasphemy and curse her out.
“Sigh…”
Taking the meal tray, saying thanks to Virar who sat beside her, turning her head to glance at the legion behind them formed with the two hundred knights of the Eternal Night Knight Order as the core, Navila then looked toward the massive noble rebel army encampment on the distant mountain peak.
The playfulness in her gaze slowly receded, gradually turning cold.
“What time is it now?”
Navila looked up at the starry sky and asked.
To this, Virar replied flatly.
“Twenty-three twelve.”
“Mm.”
Quickly finishing the food in her hand, Navila then stood up, stretched her body simply, and returned to the camp with Virar.
When the bright moon hung directly overhead, at the deepest hour of the night.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~~
Swish swish swish swish swish!!!
A pink and a blue pillar of mana light, formed by countless fluttering pink butterflies and a fierce, violent blizzard, shot into the sky.
In the next moment, two meteors burst out from the light pillars, carrying hundreds of Magitech Knights, like divine punishment from the gods, smashing straight toward the distant rebel army encampment.
[“For our lord, for Her Majesty, kill!!!”]
The shout resounding through the night sky emerged from the pink stream of light, accompanying the knights’ roars that shattered the tranquil starry night.