Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 641 Commencing The Migration (2)

?641 Commencing The Migration (2)

Crystalia nodded in understanding. She turned around and immediately saw Flintor waving at her from the distance.

Seeing the healed Flintor, Crystalia’s eyes instantly lit up with joy, and she left her mother’s side, running towards his direction to meet him.

Meanwhile, Fifi went to stand with the rest of the other warriors. Though she noticed the strange looks they all gave her, understanding that it was primarily because of her panties, she didn’t care.

Moreover, the Prismerion culture was unlike theirs, and they didn’t discriminate against her appearance. Unlike the warriors who found the Prismerion’s race culture unusual and uncomfortable, Fifi could be said to be the only one present who found it comfortable to stay in throughout her time here.

Nonetheless, even if the Prismerions had felt the same way, Fifi didn’t care about what anyone thought as long as Orion loved it, and she was sure that the sisters also felt the same way.

When Crystalia arrived, she stretched her arms and hugged him.

“It’s good that you’re okay. I thought that something bad would happen to you,” Crystalia said as she breathed heavily in relief.

Only after they had reclaimed their position as the number one power in the Prismerian Kingdom did she learn about Flintor’s conditions in the dungeon. Just like her mother, Flintor had been tortured and starved, and there had even been many attempts to repress his magical energy, all of which he had survived. However, despite the accumulated injuries, Flintor had managed to arrive at the engagement banquet and had attempted to save her.

How could she not be moved by such a gesture?

And most of all, knowing that Flintor would still do such, even if he were in a worse condition, Crystalia couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

Flintor returned the hug with a warm smile before breaking apart within a few seconds. “I’m glad you are getting better, Princess Crystalia,” Flintor said.

Crystalia wanted to respond; however, she noticed a girl standing extremely close to Flintor, causing her to hold her words and scrutinize her.

Flintor instantly noticed Princess’s gaze and the strange atmosphere in the air. He quickly introduced the woman beside him. “Princess, this is Livia. She is a Prismerian Healer’s Sanctuary healer and my soon-to-be partner,” Flintor said, pointing at Livia.

Livia immediately bowed down in respect.

“It’s good to finally have the chance to see the Princess of the Prismerian Kingdom this close. I thought that Flintor was merely the Princess’s personal guard; however, it seems like I was wrong, and the relationship between you two is extremely close,” Livia said.

Meanwhile, Princess Crystalia examined Livia. She looked at her long crystalline royal blue hair bangs before shifting her gaze to her blue gown and panties. Crystalia then stared at her incredible bust. From the size alone, she could tell that Livia’s breast size was much bigger than hers, and although she also had a good figure, compared to her breast size, her buttocks were much smaller.

Nonetheless, Crystalia couldn’t help but be happy that Flintor had managed to get himself a beautiful and capable partner; for a moment, she thought he would die alone.

Crystalia nodded in response to Livia’s words.

“Yes. Flintor is my personal guard, so don’t try to treat him wrongly, or else you might regret it,” Crystalia responded.

So what if Livia was beautiful and capable? With Flintor’s status as her personal guard and his qualifications as a direct apostle of a god, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if even the elite female warriors started rushing to him to become his partners.

Princess Crystalia needed to make Livia understand that she caught a big harvest early, and unless she wanted to regret letting it go, she needed to be aware of the competition.

Livia quickly grasped Princess Crystalia’s words and nodded in understanding. “Thank you for the advice, my Princess,” Livia said, sighing in her heart as she bowed down again. She took Princess Crystalia’s words seriously.

Flintor watched this scene and couldn’t help but furrow his brows, wondering why the Princess had said such a thing.

Seeing that Livia somehow understood what the Princess was conveying, he kept his lips sealed as the two silently returned to their position and focused on the makeshift platform.

As another hour ticked by, the murmurs among the inhabitants of the Prismerian kingdom grew louder and more agitated, eventually directing their frustration at Queen Selene.

“I UNDERSTAND YOUR HIGHNESS IS TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO LEAD US OUT OF THIS MOUNTAIN, BUT PLEASE DON’T GIVE US FALSE HOPE BY GATHERING US ALL HERE AND SAYING NOTHING!”

“YES, IF SOMETHING HAPPENED DURING WHITE FLAME’S DEATH THAT CAN STOP US FROM LEAVING THE MOUNTAIN, THEN TELL US WHAT IT IS AND STOP GIVING US FALSE HOPE!”

“YOUR HIGHNESS, WHY THE SILENCE? WHERE IS THE WARRIOR THAT IS COMING TO TAKE US OUTSIDE THE MOUNTAIN? IF SOMETHING IS WRONG, PLEASE TELL US. WE ARE ALREADY USED TO LIVING IN THESE MOUNTAINS, AND SURELY WE CAN CONTINUE LIKE THIS FOR YEARS!”

Just as the voices were about to continue, an immense magical energy descended heavily on those speaking, accompanied by a loud thundering sound that resonated in the air, assaulting everyone’s ears.

“KEEP QUIET!” Ralias Prismaflow commanded, his gaze sweeping over all the citizens of the Prismerian Kingdom. “WE HAVE BEEN STAYING IN THESE MOUNTAINS FOR SEVERAL THOUSANDS OF YEARS. CAN’T WE WAIT FOR ANOTHER HOUR?”

“IF THE WARRIOR DOESN’T COME BY THEN, WE WILL WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT DAY. IF HE DOESN’T ARRIVE BY THE NEXT DAY, WE WILL WAIT FOR A WEEK. IF HE STILL DOESN’T COME AFTER A WEEK, THEN WE WILL KEEP ON WAITING UNTIL HE ARRIVES! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THAT YOU’VE BEEN HERE, DON’T TELL ME YOU CAN’T WAIT A WHILE WHEN YOU FINALLY HAVE THE CHANCE TO LEAVE THIS MOUNTAIN!”

“FINE, IF ANYONE WANTS TO LEAVE, THEY CAN LEAVE! BUT MAKE SURE TO UNDERSTAND THAT ONCE YOU DO, YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO LEAVE THIS MOUNTAIN ALONG WITH THE REST OF US!” Ralias added with a firm tone.

Once Ralias finished speaking, an eerie silence blanketed the area. The citizens of the Prismerian Kingdom clenched their fists in frustration.

If they could wait for several years until now, then why couldn’t they wait a little longer?

Were they truly this weak?

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