Electus - Chapter 497

Finally, Alia pinned the big lady down, laid her near the tunnel and took a leap. The Kastarian lady’s lips touched Isabel’s… and that’s where awkwardness can stretch as that wasn’t the aim.

The goal was to kiss the lady’s cheek for that prime aim of opening this damned stone gate, but it obviously didn’t work out as planned.

Pushing Alia away, the Calidum Lutum lady thundered. “Don’t ever kiss me again!”

Having it hard not to burst into laughter, feeling jollier the more Isabel shouted, the shorter lady teased. “I know you wanted Woldemir to be your first kiss, but the gate doesn’t say so.”

“This is not my first kiss!” Isabel yelled out once more, her arms jerked behind and her face stretched forward once she stood up.

Her eyes wide open, Isabel’s tone shunned lower as she expressed.  “Wow okay… Woldemir was sneakier than I thought, what else did he do?”

“He didn’t do anything yet.” Isabel pointed out which made this all the more confusing, thankfully she whispered it.

Interrupting, the gate ghost shouted. “Bravo bravo! This is the most entertainment I got for like, 3 days. And I tell ya, I’ve seen demons do some nasty stuff.”

“Okay open the gate now.” Isabel interrupted what could have been a long rant.

“Right right, Margaret will love killing you.” The gate lady answered, her tone striking casual while interjecting the unusual.

Understanding that this ghost lady can prove useful for once, Alia casually asked. “Who is this Margaret everyone keeps mentioning? Is she Kushraz’s ghost wife or something?”

“Margaret would banish me if I told you that.” The ghost lady answered, and as the two humans blinked, they found their selves in a different place.

Turning around, Isabel noticed a key fact. “The carvings are different here.”

“You’re looking at the carvings? There’s a tunnel full of Ignite gems in front of us!” Alia weighed in, pulling the big lady’s shoulder to drag attention forward.

“The King loved these gems, legend says at least.” That familiar tone echoed from behind, most definitely the door lady. “Good luck.”

As they took a few seconds to comprehend the scenery, they barely noticed that the illumination of which these gems provide, far out competed anything the torch on Alia’s hand was providing.

There isn’t an excessive amount of gems here, point it doesn’t cover each side of the 14 foot wide tunnel and it most definitely wouldn’t make this tunnel impossible to walk on.

The gems are just spread scarcely around the dirt walls, most are a meter away from each other, as if bashed randomly in the wall, some forming almost accurate geometrical shapes, like triangles or squares.

While some stand like outcasts, 3 or so meters away from each other but those ones are more rare and in a way contribute to this tunnel’s beauty.

They are a bit out of line from what’s normal here, but like its brothers and sisters in colour, they are still gems.

The grand illumination captivating the tunnel is solely due to Eric’s existence, his claim to the throne back at the old Lan Zhe, somehow super boosted the illumination these gems can provide.

It’s still a blur regarding how the whole thing works but we can’t underestimate its uniqueness.

As the gentle but yet strongly glowing Ignite gems captured their vision, Alia decided to ask. “Are you ready? It could be dangerous from this point.”

“We came all the way here and the ghost door thing said there are no more illusions, I hope she didn’t lie. But anyway, I’m ready!” Isabel answered, again more talkative than usual but the little Kastarian lady was loving these full expressions.

“Okay then, sword up, we can’t risk getting caught off guard. These l.u.s.ty bastards would **** us if they got the chance.” Perhaps a heavy accusation coming from Alia’s side, but basing it from the experience here it might not be so crazy.

And so the two ladies took careful steps forward towards the tunnel, the eye catching illumination continued its unique randomly patterned ways, stretched for about 50 meters.

Until, they met with a sharp turn downwards, there is no fancy or at least ancient staircase to support this part of the journey either.

No no, it’s just a lot of dirt hinted with a bit of rock here and there, the illumination here is a bit dim as well, although there are Ignite gems providing enough of their purple illumination.

“Careful, this looks too narrow.” Alia alarmed for the pure sake of safety, stretched that one sentence longer than it’s supposed to be.

But for Isabel however, walking down this narrow tunnel was much easier considering her bigger feet and strength, her speed was barely tampered with. It would be a real problem if there were short stepped staircases here, big feet don’t really get along with those.

This narrow piece of the tunnel stretched about 30 meters long, and at the very end of it there was another sharp turn left.

The two ladies took a few seconds to shake the dirt off their feet once getting down but as they made the turn, their eyes felt like they were burning due to the foul sight in front of them.

Isabel spotted it first considering she was quicker to move on but even she has it hard to comprehend what they are glaring at.

It’s not slaughter thankfully but at this point Alia thought that would be easier to see, towards of which she whispered. “Disgusting.”

In front of them, there’s a human and a demon. But thankfully it isn’t one of those crazed clawed demons, but instead one of those tall ones with small horns curling on their foreheads and dark by skin.

Judging from the form, this demon is a lady. It was far easier to determine her gender considering the fact that she’s totally n.a.k.e.d!

As for the human, he’s a fair haired middle aged Ignite whom as well laid n.a.k.e.d. The soft m.o.a.ns from the demon lady didn’t make this situation easier to comprehend.

The two are heavily getting at it, mating or breeding, either term would be acceptable. We can’t even consider this a **** case, neither of them are crying for help and in this case the demon lady is on top of the human, so no this isn’t forced.

Finally able to build up a sentence, Isabel questioned without the slightest intent of joking around. “Should I kill myself?”