Chapter 210 - 145: Grand Xiuluo Scene, Part 2

Chapter 210: Chapter 145: Grand Xiuluo Scene, Part 2

Lian was stunned. He felt a searing heat on his lips, an indescribable sensation.

Dora was a terrible kisser compared to Nancy Stuart.

It was most likely her first kiss.

At that moment, however, Catherine, who was still under the covers, could no longer bear it.

She threw back the covers and saw Dora kissing Lian.

Both of them were incredibly important to her. She couldn’t understand why she was having such a Nightmare, dreaming that Dora was kissing Lian and that Lian wasn’t even pushing her away.

"What are you doing?"

Dora panicked at the sound of Catherine’s voice.

She nearly turned to stone right where she stood.

She remembered what Catherine had said: ’If you like Lian too, we can marry him together.’

Back then, she had firmly refused, telling Catherine she would never fall for the same person.

So what was this?

"Catherine, what are you doing here?"

Dora instinctively took a few steps back. As playful as she was, she truly had no intention of hurting Catherine.

’I really thought this was my dream.’

"I... Why shouldn’t I be here?"

Catherine asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Catherine, let me explain."

’That damn Yina. The moment I wake up, I’m going to leave a few handprints on her butt to teach her a lesson. You can’t just screw over your boss like this! Does she not want her salary anymore?’

’Well, fine. She doesn’t get a salary.’

Sophie emerged from behind the curtains. She disliked hiding.

Seeing that everyone else was out in the open while she was the only one still in the wardrobe, Anna felt a little unbalanced. So, she stepped out too.

The disheveled Catherine; Anna in her leather skirt, whip in hand; Nancy Stuart, who had just delivered a kiss; and the Red-haired Witch, Dora. Even the perpetually stoic Sophie felt a profound sense of shock.

’So many women have never appeared in my dreams before.’

’Every time I dream of Lian, it’s just the two of us. We’re either at the forge, under the stars, or on the High Wall.’

Sophie couldn’t help but wonder if she was having a Nightmare.

The sexy Maid, Anna; the stunning mistress, Nancy Stuart; the treacherous friend, Witch Dora; the ice queen, Sophie. Even Catherine, who was normally so composed and had always trusted Lian’s character, was deeply shaken.

’So many beautiful women have never appeared in my dreams all at once.’

’Every time I dream of Lian, it’s just the two of us. We’re either in a tent in the Bone Forest or on the big bed in Blue Moon Castle.’

Catherine couldn’t help but wonder if she was having a Nightmare.

The pitiful fiancée, the beautiful mistress, the fiery red-haired woman, and the aloof Witch. Even Anna, whose own moral compass was a bit skewed, was shocked by the scene.

’So many rivals have never appeared in my dreams at once.’

’Every time I dream of Lian, it’s always the three of us together—either in the Treasure Vault, the study, or the back garden.’

Anna couldn’t help but suspect this wasn’t her dream. ’It’s Lian’s.’

’It’s probably because of that letter I wrote. It must have worked.’

’A desperate Lian used a Succubus’s Power to pull us all in, but something went slightly wrong.’

Anna had pieced together almost the entire picture.

A gentle smile spread across her face. ’This is getting more and more interesting.’

While the others were surprised, Dora was overwhelmed with guilt and shame.

She was genuinely afraid of hurting Catherine. ’But you can’t control dreams, can you?’

Still, it seemed the current situation no longer required her explanation.

Catherine would likely demand an explanation from Lian about the roomful of women.

KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK—

The knocking started again, and all eyes turned to Lian.

Lian swallowed hard, already begging Yina for mercy in his mind.

’More? Are you kidding me? Who else could have possibly invaded my dream?’

The faces of every woman he knew flashed through Lian’s mind.

’Not Annie. She doesn’t take afternoon naps, and she’s never written to me.’

’Not Solaya. She never writes, and a part of her Spirit is always with me.’

’Not Riel. The letter she wrote never reached me.’

’Not the Goblin Princess, Julia. She’s not the type to write letters. If she did, it would be to ask for help.’

’So, whose letters or notes are left in the drawer?’

Watched by five beautiful women, Lian opened the door a crack. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he saw Jack Moria.

’I can’t believe it’s the old geezer!’

’The old man’s timing is impeccable.’

He threw the door open, presenting his father to the women.

His proud expression seemed to say, ’See? No more women! This one’s a man.’

Jack Moria smiled and said,

"I knew you’d come around. You brought me into your dream yourself. My dear son, are you ready to come with me to meet your fiancée, the High Tower Witch, Tauriel Hall?"

Then, as the door swung open, Jack Moria saw a series of beautiful but hostile glares.

Lian wanted to clamp a hand over his mouth, but it was too late.

Jack Moria’s lips twitched awkwardly. "It seems I’ve come at a bad time. I’ll come back later."

"Don’t you go anywhere."

Lian grabbed the old geezer as he tried to flee and dragged him into the room.

’I refuse to suffer alone. One more person means the pressure is divided.’

"Hi, lovely ladies. I’m Jack Moria, Lian’s father. A pleasure to meet you all."

Jack Moria forced an awkward yet polite smile.

He had to admit, his son had better taste than him. These girls were all absolute stunners. Still, he did not like this atmosphere one bit.

Because he seemed to have just said something rather inappropriate for the occasion.

"Who did you just say is Lian’s fiancée?"

Catherine was the first one to ask.

She was also the one with the most right to ask.

Because nearly everyone in the Holy Empire knew that *she* was Lian’s fiancée. Their engagement ceremony had been incredibly grand, even making the papers in the Holy Empire. It was because of this that Lian had become one of the Empire’s new elites.

Jack Moria looked at the girl, who bore a slight resemblance to Megawati Jackson, and recognized her almost instantly: Catherine Rochelle Hernandez Meherban Jackson.

"Oh, Catherine, my dear niece. We haven’t seen each other in a long time. I wonder if you remember, but I came to see you just after you were born. You were sent to the High Tower back then, because you were plagued by Misfortune."

Jack Moria began with the pleasantries of an elder, a classic case of beating around the bush.

"I’m sorry, Uncle Moria, I don’t remember. I just want to know if what you said earlier was true."

Catherine wasn’t so easily swayed. When she wanted an answer, she would find a way to get it.

"Alright, Catherine. I must admit, you are not a good match for Lian, even though you two have feelings for each other."

Since he rarely had a chance to see Catherine, Jack Moria decided to convince her to give up on Lian.

"Uncle Moria, what gives you the right to say that? How is Catherine not a good match for Lian?"

Dora chose to stand with her best friend, united against a common foe.

She did not like Tauriel Hall one bit.

No Witch liked Tauriel Hall.

Even Sophie felt nothing for Tauriel Hall.

From birth, Witches were indoctrinated with the idea of becoming the nation’s Guardians. Their education taught them that they must use their Magic to fight aberrations and protect the High Wall.

But Tauriel Hall was different.

If Witches were outcasts among humans, feared by all...

...Then Tauriel Hall was an outcast among Witches, envied by all.

She was allowed to have her own hobbies. Her Magic never had to be used to fend off monsters. She could even fall in love and marry. Seventy percent of the Empire’s young noblemen had dueled for her sake.

They were all Witches, so why did Tauriel Hall get to be different?

Perhaps Sophie hadn’t been jealous or envious of Tauriel Hall before, only despairing of her own fate.

But now, she envied her. Just a little.

Tauriel Hall was a Witch who could actually get married.

After finding true love, she had a choice.