ALL NOVEL Chapter 25 – Throwing a Wrench in the Destiny’s Gears.
Unfortunately, staring at the teaching staff didn’t turn them into popsicles. They had the gall to interrupt the fight just when it was about to get interesting. Elana had seen it in Moira’s eyes. Her rival had not given up.
Nothing could be done about it. Elana sent one last chilling glance at the Lector, then turned to face approaching Moira. “Well, now. Have you come for some tips?” She looked at the nicked uniform where the bra was peeking through. “Because I have a lot to teach you.”
“Teach me?” Moira looked both amused and hungry. “I think we both have things to teach to each other.”
“Hmm, I couldn’t agree more.” Elana joined up with Moira. They both walked towards the side of the field to let the next pair of fighters show their skill - notably, away from the pair of men who were sending puppy-eyed stares at Moira. “I think a meeting in a more private setting is in order. I could show you so much~!”
Moira nodded along, letting the distance between them shrink. “Mhm, I see the merits in your words. With no one watching, you could show me everything you are hiding~.” Her gaze travelled down Elana’s body.
“Oh,” Elana raised an eyebrow. Moira was more receptive than she had expected. “Then how about we-”
“That is enough!” Kurt exclaimed.
“Don’t fall for her trickery, Lady Moira!” The Prince followed up.
Two voices interrupted their flirting. Elana felt her anger match with Moira’s, although her rival hid it much better. She sent a chilling breeze against the two annoyances.
It was insulting how they called Elana’s flirting trickery. She was very straightforward. There wasn’t much place for interpretation.
A sentiment no one else on the field shared with Elana and Moira. The students and teachers were looking at them as if they would jump at each other's throats any moment now.
“How puzzling.” Elana tilted her head. She had been nice. Why was the Prince and Kurt glaring at her?
“They should get a hint,” Moira mumbled just loud enough for Elana to hear.
“Should I tell them directly?” Elana wondered if it would be better to wander away. Despite her, not minding conflicts, this appeared to be just tedious. “Or will you?”
“And lose out on all the work I put into making them obedient?” Moira appeared incredulous. “Waste all that effort and pain?”
It wasn’t a ‘No’. Elana put on a coquettish smile. “Do it for me?” She joked, knowing Moira wouldn’t.
“What do I get out of it?” Moira stopped after the idiots called after them again.
Elana did, too, making sure to stand close to her rival. She hadn’t expected Moira to even consider the idea. “Is there something this lady can give to you?”
This was quite amusing. Perhaps Moira was more annoyed by the duo of eager stallions than Elana had thought.
“There is.” Moira nodded, her eyes landing on Elana’s body again. “Something,” She slightly blushed. “Something I wish to claim.”
“How cute,” Elana spoke her mind. “I just had the same thought.” She shamelessly returned the heated gaze with one of her own.
The world seemed to melt away. There was only Moira in front of Elana. And by the gods, was the woman bewitching. Elana could spend hours just watching Moira breathe.
Or better yet-
Elana could spend hours playing with Moira’s body, making her rival breathe harder. And if she behaved, Elana would let Moira have a turn on her body as well.
So intense was the moment that their bodies began moving towards each other without the owner's input. Elana could see only Moira’s piercing blue eyes. They pulled her even closer.
A shadow of a thrown projectile slashed between them. Elana clicked her tongue, stopping her advance and glared at Kurt, who had been the culprit. He played innocent, but Elana would not be fooled.
The man had overstepped what was proper. Elana was about to use the attack as an excuse to make the fool miserable, but Kurt was faster. He made a shocked expression, then turned towards the prince.
“Y-your majesty!” Kurt stumbled back. “You cannot attack your fiance like that!” He exclaimed loud enough for the whole field to hear.
“What?” The poor Prince looked at the dagger that had dug deep into the ground, then at Kurt. “I didn’t do that.”
“I knew you were infatuated by Lady Moira, but this is not proper!” Kurt spoke even louder, drowning the prince’s feeble excuse with his voice.
“Eh, what?” The Prince got lost even more. He looked around at the crowd, who were sending reproachful looks his way.
All around them, whispers began to spread, and even the orders for silence the lectors gave didn’t stop them.
Only now did the Prince realise his situation. He puffed out his chest and began speaking.
Which Elana and Moira didn’t give a single shit about. They exchanged glances, and Elana nodded towards the gates leading towards the nearby forest. “Wanna leave the circus, or will you watch the show?”
The Prince's heroic voice travelled over the field. He was indignant and furious, yet polite.
Elana recalled there was such an event in the game. The original heroine did not know who had thrown the dagger and had to choose.
That was how it was supposed to happen. But now, Elana was the third and the best option to pick.
After a moment of sending disgusted looks towards her lap dogs, Moira huffed. “They really don’t know how to move a maiden’s heart.” She then glanced at Elana’s lower body. “Yeah, I think we can go.”
“You first,” Elana allowed.
“No. You go first,” Moira bumped into Elana, making them both start walking.
“I insist.”
“After you.”
“You just want to stare at my ass.”
“That’s is you speaking your own wishes.”
Their bickering didn’t stop. Elana left the field with Moira at her side, and she had never felt better.
Behind them, the circus continued.
