SEC Chapter 617 Love Mentor Scáthach
Chapter 617 Love Mentor Scáthach
Chapter 617 Love Mentor Scáthach
Scáthach's revelation of the secrets of Cupid's reshaping rebirth stirred up ripples in Tang Zijun's heart that lingered for a long time.
This is not just a magical story about the origins of the Church of Storms, but also a lightning bolt that pierces through the fog, allowing him to glimpse the essence of the ecology of the gods in the Void Realm—a group of strangers who have undergone dramatic changes and reshaped themselves to fight for survival and faith.
They may bear familiar names, or they may come from the same distant world, but the long years, the cruel wars, and the rules of this other world have long since forged them into beings completely different from those in Tang Zijun's memory.
Cupid is the most obvious example.
If Cupid is like this, then what about the other gods of the Void Realm?
Tang Zijun's thoughts raced. Among them, how many had experienced similar "re-employment" in the clergy? How many had become unrecognizable yet deeply rooted in this world through integration and adaptation?
This understanding is crucial because it means that we can no longer apply stereotypes from Earth mythology to the Void Realm. Every deity is an independent individual who has undergone a unique ascension, and their motivations, power composition, and logic of action all need to be re-evaluated.
Thinking of this, Tang Zijun withdrew her gaze from the window and refocused on the two people in the room who had not yet fully recovered from the shock of the secrets of the Age of Gods.
Gloria's face was still somewhat pale, and deep in her eyes remained the bewilderment and shock of her worldview collapsing. However, the mercenary leader's tenacious instincts forced her to stand up straight. Heri, on the other hand, was like a frightened fawn. Although she stopped trembling after being comforted by Tang Zijun, her pure blue eyes were still filled with ignorant fear and great unease about the unknown. Her small hands tightly gripped the hem of Tang Zijun's clothes.
"Grilando, Heri, everything Scáthach just said." His gaze swept across their faces. "It concerns Cupid, the War of the Gods, the inheritance and reshaping of divinity—these are top secret."
He deliberately emphasized the last two words.
"No one is to be told this. Not even the Storm Church, not even anyone else in the city, not even the people you trust most. Keep this a secret."
Greland felt a chill run down her spine under Tang Zijun's gaze, and her lingering confusion was instantly replaced by vigilance.
She straightened her back abruptly, slamming her right fist heavily on her left breastplate with a dull thud, her voice resolute. "Understood. I swear on my life, I will not utter a single word of what I just heard." Her tone was filled with determination, as if what she had just heard was not a secret of the Age of Gods, but a deadly military secret.
He Li looked at Tang Zijun, nodded vigorously, and said in a soft but extremely serious voice, "I won't tell anyone."
Both of them now understood that they had a secret they needed to take to their graves.
"Very good." Tang Zijun nodded, gently patted Heli's little head, and gave Gloriand a reassuring look. "Proceed with the construction of the Storm Church as we agreed before. Gloriand, strengthen vigilance and surveillance. Report any suspicious activity to me immediately."
"Yes." Gloria accepted the order and bowed again. Her eyes had regained their usual sharpness and competence, but deep within them lay a hint of heaviness from her expanded understanding of the world.
She turned and strode out of the reception room, her back view conveying a sense of having shed some burdens yet shouldering new responsibilities.
Heri was carefully led away by the elves who came in later to rest. Before leaving, she looked back at Tang Zijun with reluctance, and Scáthach disappeared into the shadows.
Tang Zijun was finally left alone in the reception room.
Tang Zijun stood quietly for a moment, then returned to her office.
He sat back down in the large city lord's chair. On the table lay a mountain of official documents, files, and maps—covering matters such as the resettlement of refugees, the reinforcement of city defenses, the allocation of supplies, the planning of the relocation route for the divine corpses, and the draft of the new urban area construction. These tedious and specific secular affairs acted as the most solid anchor, pulling him back from the ethereal clouds of the divine era to the land of Black City that needed his cultivation.
He reached out and picked up the top document, a request for approval regarding the planning of irrigation canals for newly reclaimed farmland. His gaze was calm and composed, as if the mind-blowing conversation he had just had had never happened.
The next few days passed relatively uneventfully.
Tang Zijun's life was filled with busy and fulfilling days, but in the quiet of the night, for some reason, he would always recall Qin Nan's attack that night.
Since that night, Qin Nan didn't appear in front of him for several days. She wasn't deliberately avoiding Tang Zijun; on the contrary, she seemed to be full of energy, putting in a lot of effort to complete her tasks every day.
Furthermore, she was responsible for the follow-up liaison with the Lawyers of the Storm Church. She fully shouldered her responsibilities, arranged each part in an orderly manner, and completed some of the tasks assigned to her by Tang Zijun exceptionally well.
but.
Why didn't she come tonight?
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Tang Zijun began to wonder if she had done something wrong that night that made the other person feel uncomfortable, but judging from the other person's behavior at the time... that shouldn't be the case.
wrong!
What am I thinking?!
Tang Zijun rubbed her face and closed her eyes again.
Something unusual is bound to happen. There must be something wrong here. It's possible that Qin Nan did this on purpose, playing hard to get and trying to manipulate him into taking the initiative.
I absolutely cannot fall for that!
Absolutely not!
"Just watch, he'll be at his breaking point soon..."
In stark contrast to the atmosphere in Tang Zijun's dimly lit bedroom, in another relatively secluded and elegantly decorated room in Black City, the air was filled with a lazy, sly, and slightly intoxicating warmth.
The soft, magical lamps emitted an orange glow, illuminating the room covered with a thick, plush carpet.
On a low table sat two exquisite glass goblets, filled with a rich, mellow liquid that resembled molten amber, with a faint aroma of fruit and wine wafting in the air.
Scáthach reclined in an extremely relaxed posture on a chaise lounge covered with soft animal hides. Her signature shadow robes were still on, but the cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay had faded considerably, replaced by a... the leisurely ease of watching a play and the certainty of a mentor.
Opposite her sat Qin Nan, radiant with pride and joy in her eyes.
Qin Nan changed into a wine-red nightgown and shorts. Her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush from the alcohol and excitement. She looked like a rose blooming freely after soaking up the morning dew. She was sipping her drink and looking at Scáthach with bright eyes.
"Haha, your 'playing hard to get' tactic is absolutely brilliant!" Qin Nan's voice was tinged with excitement as she put down her wine glass and playfully clenched her fist. "You wouldn't believe it, but this morning when I bumped into him in the hallway, I did exactly as you said, acting as if nothing had happened, even with a bit of... well, that 'nothing happened' kind of aloofness. Guess what?"
Qin Nan leaned closer, lowered her voice, but couldn't hide her excitement.
"His eyes, those wooden eyes, were so evasive, like he wanted to look at me but didn't dare, hahaha."
Scáthach let out a low, pleasant chuckle, gracefully swirling the amber liquid in her glass, her deep purple eyes reflecting a mysterious luster on the glass's surface.
"The first taste of forbidden fruit is like the most intense liquor; once tasted, it becomes a wildfire that cannot be easily suppressed. The more nonchalant and indifferent you appear, the more intensely that deliberately suppressed desire and memory burns in his heart."
Her tone carried an air of complete control, as if she knew everything.
"Men, especially those who carry heavy responsibilities and are used to suppressing themselves, are often like clumsy apprentices in matters of the heart. What you need to do is not to conquer him relentlessly, but to ignite him, and then... make him unable to resist coming to you."
Qin Nan nodded repeatedly, as if listening to a supreme truth, her eyes filled with boundless adoration. "Yes, yes, Your Majesty, you are absolutely right. So, what should I do next? Should we... go again tonight...?"
"No," Scáthach interrupted her decisively. "Hold your position."
She looked at Qin Nan, who seemed somewhat puzzled, and patiently explained.
"The timing needs to be carefully controlled; too much or too little is as bad. Tang Zijun isn't a fool, nor is he a simpleton like those ancient heroes. Let him suffer for a few more days, let him repeatedly savor the taste of last night in his mind. This agonizing feeling is the best catalyst."
Scáthach paused, a sharp insight flashing in her dark purple eyes.
"And most importantly... I know that guy, he would never make any similar demands on your Sister Tan."
Qin Nan's eyes lit up instantly, filled with curiosity. "Why?"
"Because that's not his personality." Scáthach's voice carried a strange hint of amusement. "Tang Zijun's feelings for her are passive and gradual. This feeling means he would never arbitrarily interrupt the pace of development, much less impose the kind of... well... passionate, fiery relationship you have with him on her."
"That's not his personality, nor is it how he expresses his feelings for Tan Zhixin, even if Tan Zhixin might not reject him."
Scáthach's analysis is precise and ruthless, getting straight to the heart of the matter.
"Therefore, the fire in his heart can only burn towards you. Tan Zhixin cannot be the object of his desire, while you, Qin Nan, are the only one he can indulge in."
"Wow!" Qin Nan was overjoyed and couldn't help but pour herself another glass of wine, her face flushed.
Her gaze towards Scáthach was filled with amazement and a thirst for knowledge. "Your Majesty, how...how do you know so much?"
Scáthach downed her drink in one gulp and gracefully placed the empty glass on the low table.
She slowly stood up, her shadowy robes shimmering with a deep luster under the lamplight. She walked to the window and looked out at the dark night.
"Because love... is inherently the oldest, most complex, and most deadly war."
"And war is precisely the field I am most proficient in, whether it is the clash of swords on the battlefield or the undercurrents within the tent."
She turned her head slightly, her deep purple eyes landing on Qin Nan as if they were solid, carrying the majesty of an ancient mentor and a hint of barely perceptible...pleasure.
"I have taught countless human heroes how to defeat enemies and conquer thrones... Occasionally, teaching a brave girl how to conquer the stubborn rock she desires is just... a different battlefield."
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