Chapter 151: 151. White Raven – Servant of The Eternal Sovereign

A few hours slipped by quietly, but the closeness between Seraphine and William never truly faded.

Their lips had parted and met countless times, sometimes slow and lingering, sometimes desperate, as if stopping even for a moment would break something fragile between them.

“Sera… mhmm… we should stop,” William murmured finally, his voice was rough and breathy.

“Tsk,” Seraphine complained instantly as she pouted.

“It’s my dream, Willy. Why the hell are you complaining?”

[At this pace, your lips will swell to a point that kids would call you an ogre]

William cried inside his mind, “Why do I feel that she knows it’s all real and is just pretending not to know? (┬┬﹏┬┬)”

William tried to stop her, but her lips claimed his again before words could form.

His protest dissolved into breath as she kissed him with stubborn insistence, refusing to give him space.

“My lips… hrrt…” he muffeled faintly, only for her to press closer.

She held onto him like she was afraid the dream might end if she loosened her grip.

“Wait, wait, wait,” William said after a struggle, gently separating their lips with effort. “I have an amazing idea.”

Seraphine blinked up at him slowly, her cheeks flushed, and curiosity flickered in her hazy eyes.

“What? What is it?”

Both of them were sweating now, their clothes were warm against their skin from hours of intense oral exploration.

The gentelness william had felt dissapeared replace by a hungry Seraphine.

William reached into his inventory, and a chocolate bar appeared in his hand.

“How about I take a bite before our kiss?” he suggested, trying to sound casual.

Seraphine’s eyes lit up instantly, the tiredness in them momentarily forgotten. She nodded eagerly, a small smile spreading across her lips.

William bit into the corner of the chocolate slowly, letting the sweetness melt before leaning back toward her.

Their lips met again.

This time, the faint taste of chocolate mixed into the kiss, and Seraphine reacted immediately, kissing him back with renewed intensity.

William realised how possessive she truly was.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders.

her movements gradually slowed.

“Mmm… Willy… I…” she tried to speak, but the words slipped away as her eyelids drooped.

William had just given her sleeping medicine mixed inside the chocolate. He needed her to stop and take a rest.

He could feel how exhausted she felt, but still didn’t stop as if she was never going to meet William again.

William realised what she was feeling now with much more clarity, her fear of losing him was apparent even in the way she kissed him.

Just like before, she drifted into sleep mid-kiss, her body relaxed fully against his.

William gently pulled back, taking deep breaths to steady himself.

He carefully laid Seraphine down beside him, adjusting her position so she could sleep comfortably, before rolling onto his back on the grass.

Above them, an orange maple tree rustled.

[You seem tired]

“Tired?,” William muttered quietly. “Fck… can’t feel my lips.”

[tsk]

William turned his head slightly. “What? Do you need something?”

[Me? Are you asking me? I suggest spending some SP and getting a manual on how to have sex.]

“System, shut up,” William replied flatly. “She’s fifteen.”

[bruh. the way she ate your lips, she was more…]

“System,” William cut in sharply. “I don’t need your advice regarding my love life.”

[tsk…amateur]

William ignored it, pushing himself upright.

“Anyway,” he said quietly, “I need to drop Sera back.”

He carefully lifted her into his arms, cradling her with gentleness, and prepared to leave the Domain of Infinity.

***

Meanwhile, back at the trade plaza, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.

The translucent barrier erected by the Celestial Army still sealed the entire area, trapping everyone inside with nowhere to escape.

The Abyssal Extermination Division moved through the crowd with ruthless precision. They filtered and dragged out demonic spies one by one.

There were no warnings and no negotiations. Nobody was an exception

Those found guilty were mercilessly killed once all the information was extracted from them.

Those who appeared to be coordinators or transport agents of the cults were restrained instead, bound tightly, and dragged away so that they could take them to their respective bases.

At one corner of the plaza, Selena Sylvaris sat tired on a broken stone slab.

Her hands were stained with blood as she covered her mouth, sobs shaking her entire body.

Vivianne and Yue sat on either side of her, holding her shoulders, rubbing her back, trying desperately to keep her grounded.

“I’m such a careless mother,” Selena cried, her voice breaking repeatedly. “This is the second time My Sera has been kidnapped, all because I am too careless.”

In the distance, Rominus stood silently, his form was unusually still.

He remembered how Selena had spoken during the meeting, insisting that children must face danger and hardship to grow.

He did not say it aloud at that time, but he wanted to tell everyone who hadn’t realised it yet.

The continent of Aris had changed.

Demonic factions had grown bold. Empires had grown aggressive.

The balance that once existed between every faction was cracking slowly. Deep inside him, he thought he knew the reason.

“You thinking the same thing?” Marcus asked quietly, appearing beside him.

“You too?” Rominus replied without looking away.

Marcus nodded in a tense expression.

“This is not normal at all.”

“It feels like the sun of Aris’s peaceful days has set with the fall of the sun empire.” Marcus looked toward the setting sun on the horizon and spoke.

Rominus exhaled a breath of cold air before speaking. “Yeah… I miss him, man.”

His voice dropped lower. “I wish I could’ve saved his wife Anastasia and their child.”

“If only that fcker pope hadn’t become an Elder Astral Warden. My whole empire would’ve been erased if I resisted.”

Marcus nodded grimly. “Even the other wardens can’t touch him with the type of backing he has. He’s no different from those bastard cultists.”

Rominus stared at the setting sun. “Do you think we’ll ever take him down?”

Marcus smiled faintly, sadness bled through him.

“Who knows? Maybe the sun will bless this land again. Maybe that scoundrel will return and burn everything to ashes like he had once done.”

His smile faded. “If he’s alive, that is.”

Kreeeaaak.

A loud screech tore through the sky.

“Even swans are huge these days,” Marcus muttered distractedly as he looked at the sky.

Rominus did not respond.

His eyes were locked upward and were slowly widening.

“What happened?” Marcus asked, noticing the shock on his face.

“Sunchaser,” Rominus whispered.

Another screech echoed this time, drawing almost everyone’s attention.

A massive swan descended from the sky, its wings spanning wide enough to cast shadows across the plaza.

On its back stood a white-haired man wearing a white raven mask. The white, glistening hair fluttered open in the air in waves.

Everyone stopped.

Executions being held by the celestial army halted mid-motion.

Conversations died instantly, and every gaze snapped upward.

Damian paused and looked at the approaching bird with narrowed eyes.

The barrier opened smoothly, allowing the swan to descend without resistance.

Andrea, Yue, and the other leaders tensed not because of overwhelming pressure, but because they couldn’t sense anything from the man, not even his cultivation rank.

Then they saw a figure floating by his side.

Seraphine floated beside the masked man, she was unconscious.

Selena screamed, her legs nearly giving out as she saw her daughter’s flushed face and damp skin.

She thought Seraphine had been poisoned. If only she knew.

The masked man looked calmly at everyone who had left their work and gathered around him.

Then his gaze settled on Selena.

“Greetings,” he said in a rough, steady voice. “Ruler of the elves. Child of the World Tree.”

Inside the mask, William cringed.

He was following the system’s script perfectly, but it took effort not to twitch while listening to himself speak such lines.

Selena could not speak.

Her emotions clogged her throat completely.

Andrea stepped forward instead. “Who are we speaking to?”

“Greetings, Principal Andrea,” the white-haired man replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“I am White Raven, servant of my Lord, the Eternal Sovereign.”

As the words sounded, shock slammed everyone like a tide.

Eternal Sovereign.

These days, this name has been a source of enigma and mystery for everyone.

Now that the name rang out from the mysterious person’s mouth, everyone felt nervous about what was about to happen.

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