studiobondurri Chapter 610 Aragon Is Ours
Chapter 610 Aragon Is Ours
Rachael was pulled along by the chain as she followed them both and she gave them curious glances from behind. So, this woman was his lover?
This was the thought that crossed Rachael's mind as she watched their interaction. Rachael could tell that Mark was more relaxed around Arit, and he must already be really comfortable around her with how close he allowed her to stick to him. A small pang of jealousy rose in Rachael's heart as she saw the way they conversed, and she knew she would never have something like that with her deformity, but she shook her head and had to forget all about it as she was pulled forward once more as they boarded the ship.@@@@
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The ships headed back to Aragon Island where the demons from the southern continent were still battling against the Angels that had been on the island. Due to the loss of so many of their forces and the chaos that ensued from that, the Angels had lost their upper hand, and the demons were already starting to push them back. When the ships carrying reinforcements as well as Mark appeared on the horizon and started to fire their spells at the Angel troops, the Angels realized that they had already lost the war.
The battle lasted all night as the Angels of Aragon Island fought to their last man. Their leader refused to surrender like Rachael had done, and it was a battle for survival rather than victory as they were slowly pushed back and eradicated by the demons.
And under the rising early morning sun, Mark and the demons stood victorious over their territory once more.
The battle for Aragon had been won.
"Mmh~"
Arit sighed from Mark's chest as she shifted slightly, pressing her breasts tighter against him. Arit's leg slid up Mark's thigh, and her hand wrapped around his side to hold him close. Mark felt himself getting excited just from the sight of Arit's chest, which seemed to grow larger every time he saw it, but he had to control himself as he kissed the top of her head and gently disentangled himself from her hold to get up. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire
Arit frowned at the loss of his touch, and her eyes slowly opened as she looked around to see what was happening. Mark smiled down at her and told her to get some more sleep. Mark knew she was exhausted from all the fighting that had taken place since they arrived, so he was fine with her resting more. Arit asked Mark if he wasn't tired as well. Even though Arit had been fighting since they came here, so had Mark! In fact, Mark had fought much more than she had. No one could raid an entire castle singlehandedly and not be dead tired afterward!
"I'm fine. There's something I have to take care of first. I'll come back to bed once I'm done. Come on, try to get some sleep. I'll see you in a few minutes."
Mark spoke kindly to reassure Arit that he wasn't too tired. Even though he was mentally exhausted after the whole ordeal with the castle, he didn't feel much physical strain. Mark was already strong enough that fighting for days on end wouldn't put a dent in his stamina!
Arit made sure that Mark was telling the truth and wasn't just pushing himself for the sake of some bet his patron god made, before finally nodding in acceptance. Mark smiled and leaned down to kiss her, and Arit happily accepted it, running her hand through his hair one more time before reluctantly letting go so he could leave.
Mark put on something simple—a black pair of slacks and a button-up shirt—and left the room to head to the throne room. There were guards standing along the hallway, and they bowed the moment Mark walked out of the room. Mark told one of them to go and summon the members of the council to the meeting room, and the man scurried off to do as he was told while Mark continued forward.