The Conquerors Path Chapter 1006 - 1004-Lets Try My Luck With Death.

My thoughts lingered as I fixed my gaze on Tria Twilight gliding about before me. Following that tedious exchange and preparations for establishing my faction, arranging everything, I sliced through space and ended up here—more precisely, at the exact spot where Tria is heading at this moment. Intelligence reached me that her behavior had shifted from the usual, prompting me to shadow her personally, for I sensed a major event approaching my path.

With narrowed eyes, I watched Tria while she switched her attire. At present, I'm in a modest town under the Twilight Empire's domain, nothing grand but a quaint settlement nestled near an expansive forest, and Tria has ventured here now. Lacking significant status within her family, she managed to slip away with secret approval to visit the town.

'Now this is very interesting indeed.'

My thoughts lingered as I fixed my gaze on Tria Twilight gliding about before me. Following that tedious exchange and preparations for establishing my faction, arranging everything, I sliced through space and ended up here—more precisely, at the exact spot where Tria is heading at this moment. Intelligence reached me that her behavior had shifted from the usual, prompting me to shadow her personally, for I sensed a major event approaching my path.

'It’s been too long keeping her at bay anyway.'

With narrowed eyes, I watched Tria while she switched her attire. At present, I'm in a modest town under the Twilight Empire's domain, nothing grand but a quaint settlement nestled near an expansive forest, and Tria has ventured here now. Lacking significant status within her family, she managed to slip away with secret approval to visit the town.

Her fingers deftly loosened the laces along the side of her snug traveling gown, the material sliding down her form with a soft hush.

Initially revealed was the generous curve of her breasts, ample and weighty yet remarkably upright, scarcely requiring any hold. As the gown descended further, they sprang loose, their creamy skin glowing in the amber glow, with nipples already hardened into sharp tips from the chill breeze grazing them. These were the sort of breasts that could make any man's desire surge—plump, solid, ideally sized for a grasp, possessing that subtle jiggle to captivate with every motion.

The gown gathered at her hips, and she twisted her hips slightly to allow it to fall completely. Her figure was slim and toned in a thrilling, sporty manner—narrow midsection widening into hips ideal for clutching, a backside so curved and firm it appeared crafted for slapping and parting. The sinews in her thighs tightened as she emerged from the cloth, elongated, sculpted legs capable of encircling a man's torso and securing him as she drove him to oblivion. No excess softness anywhere undesired; her entire body was streamlined, flawless, and yearning for contact.

Now fully bare, Tria rose onto her tiptoes, extending her arms skyward, curving her spine like a feline in estrus. This pose stretched her abdomen firm—level and etched with subtle muscular traces—and thrust those flawless breasts upward, nipples aimed directly as if craving focus. My stare trailed downward, absorbing the bare, smooth rise between her legs. Her pussy formed a narrow seam, faintly shining in the cozy illumination, the outer folds full and rosy, the inner ones slightly visible like an invitation to be tasted and spread.

She rotated gradually, offering a complete panorama—by the gods, that rear. A pair of impeccable, heart-like globes, sturdy enough to rebound with her steps yet yielding enough for digits to press in. The valley between them ran deep and alluring, and as she leaned slightly ahead to retrieve a new gown from the bed, I glimpsed it all: the snug rosebud of her rear entrance and how her pussy folds separated just sufficiently to reveal the damp, shimmering opening that seemed so petite, so incredibly snug.

'I can understand a bit why people like this.'

Of course, surrounding her were numerous guard soldiers who accompanied her, all positioned around this small inn that's currently taken over. My attention sharpened on her as she donned her new dress.

The core mystery, however, revolves around her reason for coming here, and through a few swift inquiries via my system—which happily traded the details for points—I pieced together a solid conclusion on her purpose, one that piqued my curiosity. Who could have imagined such a crucial historical realm existed right here?

Apparently, she arrived to obtain it and is already devising schemes to secure it once more. What amused me was her current expression. The typical look I recalled was one of softness and innocence, but now her face showed absolute serenity, perhaps like the stoic mask of someone who's witnessed endless carnage and ruin—the visage of a warrior forged in battle, carrying that haunted, post-trauma air, I'd venture.

Tria proceeded, and after slipping into her fresh dress, she approached a table, her hands reaching out to draw forth a book—a rather tattered, attractive volume that she grasped. She settled at the table, flipping it open. Even without direct inspection, I scanned its entirety in a flash with my abilities. The text inside used a coded style, ensuring that without the key, no one could decipher its secrets.

Sensing a challenge, I spent moments in my thoughts cracking the cipher, soon grasping the book's deeper contents, which brought a fresh wave of astonishment as I comprehended them.

The book's primary query states:

I chuckled inwardly at those crude phrases penned by such a delicate, innocent-seeming beauty, her wording evoking a fighter's grit, which only heightened my fascination. Yet the subsequent query truly seized my interest, solidifying the theory I'd formed upon first encountering her.

I must admit, her queries delving into this topic were quite enjoyable, reinforcing the idea that she hails from a timeline where I perished in flames alongside Liora. Still, my central wonder persists: what sort of existence does she lead? Which protagonist does she connect to? The who, what, and why form vital intel I require.

Fortunately, certain phrasings in her notes provided answers while sparking further inquiries. Some revelations shocked me deeply, but I stored them away as I realized that ignoring Tria like this was unwise. She represents a volatile force reshaping the world with each step, much like myself.

Moreover, she's highly cautious around me. Though I might have preserved her life in some manner, that earned me no favor from her. Quite the opposite—it amplified her suspicion toward me, as it appears that in a reality without my presence, she struggled to navigate ahead.

The sole positive is that she credits most worldly shifts to me, viewing several beneficial alterations as partly good and partly harmful.

However, the troubling aspect for me involves her schemes to distance Carmel from me somewhat, her notes insisting they belong to him, that she must aid him, and the rambling entries revealed who truly held her closeness before—someone I intend to address in due time.

The most captivating element is the emotional undercurrent. It resembles a debt she feels toward this protagonist of ours, intertwined with a push-pull of affection and resentment. My lips curled at these overused tropes, but they favor me. With such a mixed dynamic, Austin Lionheart has an opening to exploit.

All it takes is amplifying the resentment beyond the affection, since currently, the fondness outweighs the animosity. It'll become my solemn task to ensure the resentment endures and claims the affection for myself. Pondering this, I noticed Tria shutting the book and rising. Evidently, she's set to enter this historical realm at last.

Over recent days, she'd verified that the historical realm remained unaltered and conditions unchanged, so bolstered by that assurance, she aims to plunge in and claim the legacies and treasures anew.

Looking back, I'm not opposed to her acquiring this prize, but why discard a golden chance presented to me?

The challenge lies in executing it without heightening the existing doubts. This demands precise handling. In truth, if not for the nature of this historical realm, I'd have broader choices, but tampering with this one requires caution to avoid unwanted scrutiny.

With that in mind, I positioned myself before a tree in the woods, an ancient, pitch-dark trunk that exuded menace and peril at first sight. A subtle aura of demise coiled about it, a degraded divine essence tied to death eroding here, indicating ties to the Goddess of Death herself.

Among the various deities demanding wariness, Orpheus and his divine mother had warned emphatically about the Goddess of Death. Her circumstances, psyche, and perception differ starkly from other gods. She seldom emerges from her domain, devoting herself entirely to ruling her shadows, and maintains distance from all. Additionally, rumors speak of her unique disposition.

Wishing for that to hold true, my instincts warned that contacting this tree, despite my abilities, wouldn't grant access to the historical realm. Rather, it'd drag me into the territory under the Goddess of Death's watch. Indeed, even now, I feel her stare upon me. She's seizing this moment to draw me in, and this encounter's outcome remains unpredictable.

Yet failing to handle this would block my desired maneuvers within. Therefore, after a brief adjustment, I laid my palm against the tree, and instantly, darkness engulfed my senses.