Having finished dealing with a massive pile of affairs, Faen grabbed a despairing Riven and dragged her, along with Syndra, into the Spirit Realm.
Although Syndra was somewhat surprised by Riven's inclusion, she wasn't overly shocked. After all, while still in the Spirit Realm, Syndra had more or less realized that although her teacher was considerate and gentle in his daily life, he was highly aggressive in private. And the moment Syndra arrived in the Material Realm, she clearly sensed that the female warrior wielding the Blackstone Greatsword absolutely had a very intimate relationship with her teacher.
The reason was that Syndra smelled the same scent on Riven as she did on herself—that unique, Spirit Realm scent that belonged exclusively to her teacher.
"Although I had long guessed that Teacher might already have a bedmate, for him to be so impatient to drag this woman along to serve him together with me right after I arrived..." Syndra licked her lips, looking at Faen. "Isn't Teacher being a bit too eager? And, can Teacher really handle it?"
Hearing Syndra's words, Faen didn't mind much, simply pointing to introduce her: "Her name is Riven. Her temporary identity is my bodyguard."
"...Your bodyguard?" Hearing this, Syndra couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then stared at Riven for a while. Although those pure white eyes didn't reveal much emotion, Riven—standing there and knowing exactly what that "identity" truly meant for her—squirmed uncomfortably. She then simply shrugged at Syndra, offering a brief display of her helplessness.
Watching Riven's actions, Syndra turned her gaze back to Faen after a moment. "This wasn't something you demanded, was it...?"
"It was me," Faen admitted frankly.
"Then rather than calling her a bodyguard..." Syndra didn't finish the sentence, just shaking her head indifferently. She then simply began to undress, saying, "But it doesn't matter. As long as you can satisfy me, Teacher can do whatever he wants. Of course, the premise is that you can satisfy me... mhm, or rather, us~"
Looking at Syndra, whose dark mage robes were dissolving away with her will, a confident smile appeared on Faen's face.
"Hah, in this regard, I do have some confidence."
As he spoke, Faen hooked his arms under Syndra's legs and lifted her up. Nearby, seeing Faen already getting straight to business, Riven felt a bit helpless but was already used to it. She sorted out her thoughts, circled around behind Faen, and began licking and fondling his balls from behind to add to the fun.
Although it was just to add to the fun, feeling the overwhelming masculine scent hitting her face, Riven—who had long since acquired a taste for it—felt her body twist with a strange sensation. Since there was no one else around, she simply reached her fingers down to the valley of her own flower, rubbing it until sticky, silvery threads formed.
While Faen was starting to go at it, elsewhere, having finished her meditation, Irelia was looking for her Senior Brother. After such a battle, Irelia's heart was also filled with much confusion.
Although the legacy of the Divine Sword Dancer and the will contained within her ancestors' heirloom blades allowed Irelia to quickly adapt to the war, adapting to war and participating in it were two entirely different states. Normally, Irelia could slowly understand and accept things through meditation and training. But now, directly facing lives dying under her own blades...
During the battle, her mind was focused on protecting her Senior Brother, who was fighting in the Spirit Realm for all of Ionia, so Irelia hadn't felt much. But now that the battle was over, clearly realizing that so many people had died by her hands, a confused Irelia instinctively sought her Senior Brother's help, hoping he could untangle the bewilderment in her heart.
However, to Irelia's surprise, even after searching the entire camp they had set up on Fae'lor, and even going directly into her Senior Brother's room, she found no trace of him.
"Sister Riven is gone too..."
She originally wanted to find Riven to ask about it, but discovered Riven had also vanished. Puzzled, Irelia began to rack her brains, wondering where her Senior Brother could have gone. Did he already return to the Placidium? Impossible. If Senior Brother really went back, he would definitely have taken me with him. Even if he couldn't take me sometimes, he would definitely tell me in advance, rather than disappearing silently like this.
Thinking this, Irelia quickly recalled that when she first recovered her stamina, her Senior Brother had also vanished like this. And when he reappeared, if she remembered correctly, it seemed he walked out of the Spirit Realm together with that white-haired, white-eyed woman called Syndra?
With this in mind, Irelia nodded thoughtfully, then took a deep breath. A moment later, the heirloom blades flew out from behind her. As Irelia's consciousness expanded, the heirloom blades began to disperse from their physical material form. Before long, she sensed the traces left in the Material Realm when the door to the Spirit Realm was opened.
Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Realm, currently engaged in a strenuous "battle," Faen suddenly sensed a ripple in the veil between the two realms. A look of surprise appeared on Faen's face. He turned his gaze to the side, sensing it carefully, before saying with slight astonishment, "Irelia?"
"Irelia?"
Currently enduring Faen's conquest, her limbs weak and her lower abdomen bulging into a small mound from his thrusts, Riven suddenly heard this familiar name. She struggled to lift her head and asked breathlessly, "Th-then... do we need to pause for a bit?"
"No need. It's better if Irelia knows about some things sooner rather than later."
As he spoke, Faen continued his thrusts even harder, forcefully driving the rest of Riven's words back into her stomach, leaving her small mouth to let out only incoherent moans.
In contrast, having already been thoroughly nourished for a round, Syndra playfully used her fingers to scoop up the milky cum leaking from between her legs and fed it into her mouth. Tasting the familiar flavor, Syndra looked at Faen and asked, "Irelia... who is that?"
"The little girl who uses the heirloom blades." Faen didn't hide it, panting slightly as he said, "She doesn't know about our relationship yet, but rather than hiding and deceiving her, it's better to let her make her own decision."
Just as he spoke, Irelia finally found the doorway entering the Spirit Realm.