Fallen Chronicles



Miyuki's ALL 3 form has been posted in Chapter 00 Characters *

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Renji had never felt so comfortable.

It was as if his entire being was enveloped in a soft cotton embrace, the warmth from the other person alleviating the icy chill of the abyss. The ample pressure from her embrace brought clarity to his mind.

This method was highly effective, and Renji slowly opened his eyes.

Sensing the awakening of the person in her arms, the elf's radiance dimmed, returning to normal. She released her embrace and moved to face Renji.

The first thing Renji saw upon awakening was a stunningly beautiful face. Suthia's features were top-tier among humans, but compared to the elf before him, even she paled. The elf's features were exquisitely crafted: a high, proud nose; perfect cherry lips; and eyebrows arching delicately at the ends, enhancing the captivating amber eyes. Every angle of her face was flawless, resembling a meticulously sculpted porcelain doll, befitting the definition of an elf, a favored creation of nature.

Her golden wheat-colored hair framed two pointed ears that trembled slightly, perhaps from excitement or some other emotion.

The elf's intense gaze was fixed on Renji, her lotus-like arms raised, her soft hands gently touching his cheeks. Simultaneously, her ethereal voice, unique to her kind, whispered near his ear.

"Lord Ashen... Miyuki has arrived late."

Her voice, filled with tenderness and adoration, was magnetic. The mere sound of her melodious voice echoing in Renji's ears was a sublime pleasure, immersing him in its enchantment.

Renji's lips moved as if to say something, but the elf seemed unwilling to let him speak. She gently lifted his head from the front, just like treating a child, and pressed it against her round and plump chest. It was a casual and intimate gesture, as there was no softer or more elastic pillow than this.

Renji's lips moved as if to say something, but the elf seemed unwilling to let him speak. She was too tenderhearted to let him even attempt to speak and was afraid he might feel discomfort. So, she embraced him once again, this time in a more direct manner, as if treating a child. She gently pressed down on the young man's head, allowing his head to bury deep into her ample and soft chest. It was an intimate and casual gesture, as there was no pillow softer and more elastic than this.

No, it was after Renji took a deep breath that he could still smell the milky fragrance that seemed to resemble orchids coming from the pillow.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Although the pillow was comfortable, it was too large and soft, making it difficult for Renji to breathe. It was only after a series of coughs and struggling that he finally managed to free himself from the elf's embrace.

Renji gasped for breath as if he had just come back to life. He looked at the elf woman in front of him, who seemed to have realized that she had kinda "messed up" and was now in a state of panic and apology. Then he glanced at the 'lethal weapons' on the elf's chest that had nearly killed him.

Although it was highly inappropriate, the first thought that crossed Renji's mind was, "Is Miyuki really that big?"

'….'

'What am I even thinking!'

Renji quickly shook his head to clear his mind of these random thoughts.

'This is not the time to be thinking about such things'

He shifted his gaze away from the elf and began to survey his surroundings, but unfortunately, all he saw was darkness.

"Miyuki, where are we?"

If he remembered correctly, he had stepped into the dark pool in the altar, and then the filthy black mud inside suddenly changed, pulling him deeper and deeper. When he came to his senses, he found himself in this situation.

However, what the elf said afterward surprised Renji.

"Master Ashen, your soul was swallowed by Miasma. I sensed your call, so I entered the Miasma's consciousness with you. We are currently trapped here."

"Miasma's consciousness?"

"Yes," the elf women nodded.

"So how do we get out of here?"

"Well..."

This question made the elf blush and look shy. She clasped her hands behind her back, and her two fair legs under her green skirt pressed together slightly.

"Master Ashen, because we are in a hurry, I only brought a part of my soul with you. With my current soul power, I'm not strong enough to break out of here. But if you can help Miyuki replenish her magic, with your power, I can regain most of my magic, and then we can easily leave this place"

Renji: "…"

He observed the elf across from him, who began to blush from her neck, avoiding eye contact and looking around in a flustered manner. Renji cautiously asked for clarification: "Miyuki, when you say 'replenishing magic', you mean...?"

"Since we're in a soul state, it's about making the soul feel joy and pleasure. This enhances the soul's magical power. That's what replenishing magic entails."

'Soul joy and pleasure?'

"So, Miyuki, are you suggesting we do something here together that would make us happy?"

"Yes…" the elf replied, her shyness seemingly fading away. She lifted her head, returning her intense gaze to Renji.

Compared to Suthia, Miyuki had a maturity that the former lacked, and compared to Nova, she was less dominating and gentler, embodying a sense of warmth and wisdom often found in mature women. After all, in their team, Miyuki often played the role of a mother figure.

But now, as Miyuki licked her lips with her reddened tongue, showing a look of unfulfilled desire on her face, the contrast was striking. The moment was charged with a tantalizing allure, and Renji almost got swept away by the impulse to agree.

Fortunately, he regained his composure in time. Stepping back slightly from the elf, he casually changed the subject. "Since there's a way out, let's not rush. It's been five hundred years, Miyuki. How have you been?"

"Lord Ashen, Miyuki has missed you day and night throughout these five hundred years."

"Is that so? By the way, Miyuki, how is everyone else? I mean, besides 'them'?"

"Rest assured Master. Everyone is with Miyuki. I will protect them. We've all been waiting for you…"

The elf emphasized the words "waiting for you," infusing her tone with a hint of another meaning.

"That's good to hear. There's another thing I wanted to ask you, Miyuki. Do you know anything about the 'Old Alliance' organization?"

"Yes, of course."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

This time, the elf didn't respond immediately, choosing silence instead. But soon, she spoke again, not to answer Renji's question, but to ask one of her own.

"Master… you've asked Miyuki many questions. May I ask you one in return?"

The elf's gaze, filled with desire, was fixed on the young man in front of her. Droplets of fragrance dripped from her red lips, drawing out silvery threads, giving her noble and dignified face a touch of wickedness.

Her eyes, which used to look at Renji with motherly tenderness and affection, had now turned into the hungry eyes of a lioness, gazing at a cooked and irresistibly tempting piece of meat.

It was because of this transformation that the elf asked with a hint of dissatisfaction and anger in her voice as she took a step forward, and the young man took a step back.

"Master… why have you been continuously retreating?"

"Why are you keeping your distance from Miyuki?"