Return of the Mythic Bloodline-Chapter 304: The grand feast

Each word leaving Taranis’ mouth made Nymeria fall helplessly deeper into this disease called love.

She didn’t say anything for the next few minutes, more precisely, she couldn’t.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Nymeria tilted her face back, rose toward Taranis, and murmured while pressing her lips against his cheek, "I love you, Taranis."

The gentle yet provocative act completely undid Taranis. The way her sweet, heavenly scent filled his senses, the soft planting of her rosy lips against his cheek, and the slightly wet, lingering warmth left behind on his skin sent jolts of electricity racing through his entire body.

"Oh, Nymeria, you are killing me," Taranis groaned, gripping her tightly around the waist, not even letting air pass between them.

They remained like that for the next fifteen minutes, until the sun had fully risen.

"Nymeria, I prepared a gift for you," Taranis said, his chin resting lazily on her shoulder.

"A gift? Show it to me," Nymeria replied instantly, clearly excited.

Keeping one hand on Nymeria’s belly, Taranis drew out a silver-white sword from his space ring and placed it into her hands.

"I forged it myself. How is it?" Taranis asked.

Nymeria’s gaze fixed on the elegant sword resting in her palms. With a gentle touch, her fingers brushed along the blade before she grasped the hilt, which was crafted perfectly to fit her grip.

The weight and size were also ideal for her, as though the sword had been made exclusively for Nymeria.

Near the hilt, a single word was engraved on the blade.

"Frostbite,"

Nymeria whispered, a smile curling on her lips as she read the name. "Taranis, let’s go back. I want to try this sword."

"But you can do it right here," Taranis replied. The divine Soulforce beneath him spread outward, forming an invisible floor in the air where they sat.

"Try to stand," Taranis said softly.

Nymeria first tapped the invisible surface with her feet while still sitting on Taranis’ lap. After confirming it was solid, she slowly lifted herself from his grasp, her body trembling slightly from the fear of falling.

"As long as I’m here, you will never fall, Nymeria," Taranis murmured, sensing her fear.

Nymeria shook her head, her fear slowly fading as she stood upright, holding the sword firmly in both hands.

Taking a deep breath, she began a graceful sword dance among the clouds, each step measured, every movement precise. The motion of her snow-white hair synchronized with the drifting clouds, making her appear like an angel descended from the heavens.

The sword dance continued for the next five minutes that felt like an eternity for Taranis, who was completely mesmerized by her elegance.

"Th-that was incredible," Taranis said, his lips parted as he applauded.

However, to his surprise, Nymeria’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him, a frown forming on her face.

"Taranis, if you could create a floor here, then why did you make me sit on your lap?" Nymeria hissed, stepping closer to him.

"Well... because I...I can’t maintain this for long," Taranis blurted out, averting his gaze nervously.

"Taranis El Thunderbane!" Nymeria called sharply as she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer. "Speak truthfully."

Taranis stiffened at her sudden dominance. No cultivator had ever dared to raise their voice at him, let alone seize him by the collar. Had it been anyone else, Taranis would have beaten them half to death for such impudence. Yet, strangely, Nymeria’s actions did not offend him in the slightest. Instead, he felt something utterly unfamiliar—fear—sparked by the sharpness of her gaze, a sensation he had never experienced in his life.

Swallowing hard, Taranis murmured, "Because I enjoyed your touch, Nymeria. It felt so good when you clung to me that I didn’t want to be separated, so I didn’t tell you. I apologize."

Nymeria’s face turned a deep shade of red at Taranis’ shameless confession. She withdrew her hand from his robe, shifted her gaze to the side, and muttered, "Stupid Taranis... shameless pervert."

"Pe-pervert!?" Taranis gasped, as if he had been gravely wronged.

Before he could offer any clarification, Nymeria whispered softly, clutching Frostbite closer to her chest, "Thank you for this gift. I really like it."

--- 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

While Nymeria and Taranis were sharing their reunion in the sky, the Emperor, along with the Imperial family and the royal knights, had already arrived at the Sentinel Line.

The grand hall prepared for the feast between the imperial families and the important representatives of both the Azure Sun Empire and the Hundred Sky Mountains came alive with welcoming drums as Emperor Kharos and King Voltrex entered, accompanied by their Queens.

When the Kings and Queens of both nations took their seats on the raised platforms, the other important representatives began to enter one by one.

Two guards stationed at the entrance of the grand hall announced the arrival of each figure, who knelt before their respective king before proceeding to their seats.

"King Voltrex, the Azure Sun Empire shall remain forever within the depths of the Hundred Sky Mountains," Kharos said, his aged voice cracked with time, yet still carrying a heavy, commanding tone.

"Emperor Kharos, the Thunderbanes have suffered greatly in this war. We have lost far too many disciples. I hope we receive the appropriate compensation."

"King Voltrex, the Empire has suffered far more severely than the Thunderbanes, who have merely lost some disciples. Our most powerful warriors have fallen in this war!" Rhaegar interjected before Kharos could respond.

"Lord Rhaegar is right, Your Majesty. The Azure Sun Empire has suffered too greatly to provide any grand compensation at this time."

Several other representatives joined in, voicing their protests against the idea of compensation.

Voltrex’s eyes sharpened with anger and disappointment. He parted his lips to speak, but Kharos spoke first, his voice loud and authoritative.

"You dare advise me to go back on my word simply because the Azure Sun Empire has suffered casualties? If the Hundred Sky Mountains had not aided us in this war, do you truly believe we would have emerged victorious?"

A heavy silence descended upon the grand hall, as no one could ignore the pivotal role the Thunderbanes had played in the war.

Turning to Voltrex, Kharos continued,

"King Voltrex, please do not take offense at their foolish words. I promise that by the end of this feast, the Azure Sun Empire will provide the compensation that the generations of the Hundred Sky Mountains will remember."