Poor Ewan Campbell!

Volume Three

Title: Chapter 24: Poor Ewan Campbell!

Ewan opened his eyes.

He had lost count of how many times he had woken from a brief stupor.

Though only a single day had passed, it felt as if an entire century had stretched before him.

It was now morning, or perhaps even noon, on the second day. Bright light streamed through the glazed window, falling upon Ewan’s profile like a sacred glow cast by a divine being.

His expression was clean and pure, his eyes as serene as a calm lake, devoid of even a hint of desire.

Even as the silver-haired maiden rustled beside him, dressing and revealing an alluring glimpse of skin, he harbored no thought of turning his head to look.

‘Hmph, women.’

‘Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.’

‘Feminine charm is nothing more than a stumbling block to a strong man’s growth.’

‘He doesn’t need it.’

‘He scoffs at it.’

‘He has long seen through it all.’

At this moment, even if a hundred beauties stood naked before him, provocatively flaunting their charms, his heart would remain utterly unmoved.

‘He had already converted to the great holy…’

‘…Alright, in truth, he was simply drained dry.’

‘This time, truly, not a single drop remained.’

Recalling the passion of the previous night, Ewan felt a profound urge to weep, though no tears would come. His wide, lifeless eyes were filled with humiliation and helplessness.

Three whole hours!

He had been pinned beneath the maiden and ravaged for three hours!

Three hours of wild abandon and fierce intensity had swept over him like a storm, leaving him utterly depleted.

What little had emerged toward the end was practically water.

Despite resting for such a long time afterward, he found himself still in a state of ‘sage mode’ upon opening his eyes.

‘Is there no justice? Is there no law?’

‘You’re just a little stronger than me, a little more domineering, a little more noble, aren’t you?’

‘What’s there to be so proud of? If only I hadn’t expended so much energy earlier, if only I had been in better condition, I would surely have…’

****

“How much longer do you intend to sleep?”

The maiden, who had approached Ewan at some point, lightly nudged his arm with her foot. Her voice was cold.

“Can’t you stand up? Do you need me to help you?”

“Who… who can’t stand up?!”

Ewan’s anger flared at her words, and he sprang up with a swift carp-like flip. Though his legs felt weak, his vision blurred, and he nearly pulled his back…

At the very least, his imposing aura could not be lost.

Ewan puffed out his chest, held his head high, and glared, declaring with an air of dominance, “I am perfectly fine right now!”

“Is that so?”

Celicia raised a delicate eyebrow, offering no further comment, and turned to tidy the room. The previous night’s wildness had left the entire space in utter disarray.

Ewan gazed at Celicia’s beautiful face, suddenly finding himself somewhat dazed.

He had to admit, despite the significant after-effects, everything that had transpired last night had been incredibly stimulating.

He recalled the maiden’s aloofness, her unrestrained passion, her barely suppressed, enchanting cries, and how, just as they reached the peak of their desire, her boundless icy façade had melted once more, transforming into a tidal wave of passion that threatened to engulf everything.

Merely thinking about it caused Ewan’s ‘sage mode,’ which a hundred beauties could not have shaken, to show signs of breaking.

However, the Celicia before him had now reverted to the cool, detached demeanor Ewan was accustomed to.

Her expression was distant, her movements graceful. Though her steps were somewhat peculiar, and she occasionally winced in subtle pain, her brow furrowed slightly, she still moved through the chaotic room in a pale dress, like a dignified queen inspecting her domain.

Even when she inadvertently stepped over a soiled mark from last night’s frenzy, her expression remained utterly unchanged.

It was as if she cared nothing for what had happened.

Ewan couldn’t tell if Celicia’s assertiveness last night was a result of lingering alcohol and uncontrollable desire, or if she truly harbored different feelings for him. Yet, seeing her now act as if nothing had occurred left him feeling somewhat disheartened.

‘But do you truly not care?’

As Ewan looked at Celicia, whose eyes were now frozen over, making it impossible to glimpse her true feelings, a bold idea suddenly sparked in his mind.

‘What if I test her?’

Without further ado, Ewan dressed and approached Celicia step by step, a smile suddenly blossoming on his face.

“Celicia—”

“What is it?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“Let me get a little closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Ewan stood before Celicia, incredibly close, close enough to smell each other’s scent.

Still not satisfied, Ewan slowly leaned in, drawing nearer, cautiously observing Celicia’s expression.

At this distance, Ewan could easily kiss her tender lips with just a slight tilt of his head. For this princess, who usually kept not only men but even Wei’er at a distance, this was an inviolable boundary.

Yet, Celicia did not resist. It was as if she no longer cared about this man’s proximity. She merely frowned, displeased with Ewan’s slow movements. “Speak quickly, what is it? Don’t waste time!”

“What I want to say is…”

Seeing this, a slight curve played on Ewan’s lips. He leaned intimately toward Celicia’s ear, mimicking his tone from last night, and softly whispered, “…Ah~”

The words hung in the air.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Ewan straightened up, puzzled, and looked at Celicia.

Then, the smile on his lips instantly froze.

For at that moment, large patches of crimson began to bloom across the maiden’s silver skin.

The flush spread rapidly across the aloof maiden’s entire face, like fiery clouds burning at dusk. Even her swan-like neck turned a vivid red.

She looked exceptionally delicate and adorable.

But the cost of that adorableness was… beneath the icy veneer of the maiden’s eyes, a furious shame began to condense, bubbling like molten lava… and murderous intent.

‘Wait, I had no idea the reaction would be this intense!’

Ewan’s body trembled with fear, and he immediately tried to salvage the situation, shouting, “I was joking! I didn’t mean to tease you, I just…”

It was too late.

A tremendous force slammed into Ewan’s abdomen, nearly making his eyeballs pop out.

Just before he was sent flying backward, Ewan heard Celicia’s words, laced with furious shame.

“Ewan Campbell, forget everything that happened last night!”

“If you can’t forget, I’ll help you forget!”

“Through physical means!”

****

“It’s been a whole night!”

Outside the door, Wei’er watched the rising sun and grew anxious once more.

She counted on her fingers, calculating, “By now, the President should surely be awake. But if she’s awake, why hasn’t she called for me to open the door? This array doesn’t block sound transmission stones.”

“Or could it be… something unexpected happened?”

A thought struck Wei’er, and she instinctively covered her cherry-red lips with a small hand, gasping, “Could it be… Ewan Campbell was beaten to death?!”

At this thought, even if she disliked Ewan Campbell, Wei’er’s heart began to pound. She quickly deactivated the array.

But before she could even open the door, she heard a loud bang. A figure crashed directly through the door, becoming a blur as it flew outwards.

The figure slammed headfirst into the courtyard wall, then was buried by collapsing bricks and stones, leaving only a graceful posterior exposed.

“Is that… Ewan Campbell?”

Wei’er’s beautiful eyes widened involuntarily.

From his aura, he didn’t seem to be dead.

But why had he suddenly flown out at this moment?

Could it be… he was thoroughly ravaged by the President all night?

Images of Ewan Campbell being hung up and savagely whipped by Celicia flashed through Wei’er’s mind. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she instinctively turned back to look into the room.

Then, she couldn’t help but gasp.

The room was in utter chaos. Tables, chairs, and stools had all been reduced to splinters on the floor. Even the large bed she had specially prepared for the President had completely collapsed.

Just how intense a battle must have occurred to leave the room in such a state!

Thinking this, Wei’er couldn’t help but look back at the figure buried in the bricks and stones, a crystalline tear of pity welling in the corner of her eye.

“Poor Ewan Campbell… you must have suffered so much last night.”