Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Before Adel could finish speaking, Cohen keenly sensed that the mirror in his hand was beginning to emit mysterious spatial fluctuations.

The image of Adel in the mirror did not disappear, but silver moon-like teleportation runes began to flow around her.

"Sister, you..."

Cohen instantly realized something, and his heart skipped a beat.

The image of Adel in the mirror became blurry, and the next moment, it transformed into a phantom and suddenly entered the mirror.

Cohen felt the mirror in his hand sink slightly, and then a gentle but irresistible force pushed it out of his palm.

The mirror moved on its own without any wind, hovering in mid-air an arm's length in front of him.

The silver engravings on the frame seemed to come alive, radiating a magical glow.

The mirror no longer reflected the scene, but instead became a swirling silver vortex, emitting increasingly stronger spatial fluctuations.

Immediately afterward, under Cohen's gaze, a point of solidified silver light emerged from the center of the silver vortex.

First, her slender, jade-like fingertips, then her fair arms, and finally her elegant figure...

As if slowly rising from a pool of mercury, Adel, the real Adel, stepped out of the small mirror with her unique cool aura.

He stood alive and well in front of Cohen.

She was still wearing the same moon-white dress she wore in the palace, and her beautiful face had a faint blush on it, a result of the successful teleportation.

And the radiant, star-like smile that she can no longer hide when she sees her lover.

"Sister, you...how could you..."

A tremendous surprise overwhelmed Cohen like a surging tide.

He stared in disbelief at Adael, who was now right in front of him, within reach, a thousand words stuck in his throat.

In the end, it all turned into a burning light in his eyes and a slightly trembling voice.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, as if to confirm that this was not yet another realistic illusion.

As Adel looked at his almost stunned expression of surprise, her smile grew even brighter, like a snow lotus suddenly blooming on an icy plain.

She tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible smugness:

"So, did you like this surprise?"

She raised her hand, her fingertips still shimmering with a faint silver light of spatial magic, and gently tapped the mirror floating beside her, smiling as she said:

"This little gadget I came up with myself compresses and solidifies the core runes of an ultra-long-distance directional teleportation array into a pair of magical ornaments."

Unfortunately, it is not stable enough at present, and the energy is only enough to support a single two-way transmission.

With further improvements, it might become reusable.

Her words were soft and gentle, yet every word struck Cohen's heart.

Cohen's surprise, emotion, and longing found their only outlet at this moment.

Without needing any words, he suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his long arm, and tightly embraced the soft, warm body he had longed for.

The force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to knead her into his very bones.

Adele was slightly startled by his embrace, but then relaxed, pressing her cheek against his firm, hot chest, listening to his rapid, drum-like heartbeat, and feeling the familiar scent emanating from him.

The worries and exhaustion from handling state affairs alone over the past few days seem to have lessened considerably.

The tent was silent except for the intertwined breaths and heartbeats of the inhabitants.

But this is, after all, the core of the enemy camp, and even the chief of staff's private tent is not absolutely safe.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Adele stirred slightly, lifting her head from Cohen's embrace. Her eyes, still filled with affection, had regained some clarity.

Where is Mavis?

Cohen looked slightly taken aback, and said with some hesitation:
"She's still busy with work and probably won't be back until very late."

Ada smiled nonchalantly, raised her slender hand, and flicked out a few barely perceptible silver streaks of light from her fingertips.

They silently disappeared around the camp, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

"Then hurry up and try to get back before your little sweetheart comes back... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, Cohen silenced her with a passionate kiss.

All the longing, worry, and pressure transformed into the most primal and direct desire at this moment.

A faint, muffled tremor escaped from Adele's throat; her body reacted before her consciousness could process it.

After a long separation, how could she not miss and long for the reunion?

The body softened rapidly under the familiar assault, becoming sensitive and burning.

Cohen's large hands had already skillfully untied the belt at her waist.

Her moon-white dress, like moonlight transformed into flowing water, silently slid down her smooth shoulders and graceful back, piling up at her feet.

The light inside the tent wasn't bright, but it was enough for Cohen to see the body he longed for so deeply.

Her skin was as smooth as ice and as white as jade, and in the dim light, she seemed to radiate a hazy glow. Her curves were breathtaking, and every undulation was like the most perfect creation of a god, yet at this moment, she was only showing it to him.

The continent's most beautiful woman, as aloof and serene as the moon, trembled slightly in his arms, her skin flushed with a captivating blush, her eyes shimmering with moisture. Her forced composure and reproachful tone were more intoxicating than any direct invitation.

Cohen's deep, husky voice rang in her ear, his hot breath burning her earlobe:

"Sister...I miss you."

Before he finished speaking, he had already bent down and picked her up in his arms.

Adele instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her long legs.

When his gaze fell upon Adele's breathtakingly beautiful feet, even in the dim light, Cohen's breath hitched, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

These feet are indeed a gift from the Creator, a gift that shows the Creator's extreme favoritism.

Her ankles were slender, and the arch of her foot drew a full and smooth arc, like a fully drawn silver moon or a finely carved jade bow, with an extremely high curvature, taut and beautiful.

Overwhelmed by emotion, her delicate toes unconsciously curled slightly, her pearly nails gleaming with a soft luster, making the skin on the back of her foot appear even whiter and brighter, and one could even vaguely see the pale blue veins beneath...

……

The long-awaited intimacy was like a torrential downpour on parched land, so intense it was almost out of control.

All of Adele's unspoken words, all her reason and restraint, vanished without a trace.

Outside the camp, the setting sun cast a crimson glow of decay over the Demon Gold Empire, the last line of defense looming faintly in the distance, and the aura of defeat permeating every corner.

Inside the tent, beneath the protective barrier, however, a different kind of passionate and tender springtime atmosphere prevailed...

……

Mavis now also serves as the Chief Intelligence Officer in the Sal army.

Especially now, with repeated defeats and still on the human continent, intelligence work is of even greater importance.

Therefore, Mavis has been busy until very late these past few days.

When I returned today, the night was already deep and thick, and even the usual footsteps of night patrols in the camp were much less frequent.

Mavis lifted the curtain and walked in, her gaze sweeping around the tent first before finally landing on Cohen, who was sitting at a simple desk examining a map.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, furrowed his brows, his nose twitched almost imperceptibly, and a strange expression slowly appeared on his face.

Instead of immediately removing her outer robe or approaching him as usual, she crossed her arms, leaned against the pillar by the tent flap, and just stared at him.

Cohen felt a little uneasy under her gaze, but he had to maintain his composure on the surface.

After Yardelle left, he carefully cleaned the area several times using magic and simple purification spells, leaving absolutely no residual scent or trace.

Even the wrinkles in the bed were straightened out, confident that there were no flaws.

But Mavis, this woman, was a veteran intelligence chief in the Lost Lands, and her sense of smell and intuition were sometimes unbelievably sharp.

Cohen put down the map he hadn't even looked at, turned his head, and asked in as natural a tone as possible:

"What's wrong, Mei'er? Is there a problem at work?"

Mavis didn't answer, but just stared at him, glancing again at the bed, which was neat but somehow felt a little too "neat".

And the faint, yet seemingly cleansed feeling in the air.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it made Cohen's heart skip a beat:
"That's a bit strange."

She said slowly, her beautiful eyes lingering on Cohen's face, "Whenever I come home this late, you're always like a hungry wolf, pouncing on me as soon as the door closes."

"Why are you sitting so steadily today? It's like you've changed your personality."

She paused, then pointed to the bed and the surroundings, "And this place... is too clean."

When did you become so diligent and tidy up? Where did that bra I left over there go?

Cohen had a bad feeling. That bra... seemed to have been kicked into some corner when he was being intimate with Adele.

Later, when he was cleaning up, he seemed to have casually put it into his storage ring along with other things.

I intended to put it back before Mavis returned, but I forgot.

This woman has such a sharp eye.

He was trying to come up with an excuse, but Mavis had already followed the clues and come up with a "reasonable" deduction in his mind.

A hint of anger surfaced on her face, making her beautiful features even more vivid with her annoyance, but her eyes revealed a sense of disappointment and resentment, as if to say, "Just as I thought."

"Cohen, you're something else, aren't you? Who have you hooked up with this time?"

"Was it some clueless female officer in the camp, or a gift from some nearby tribe you liberated?" She grew increasingly agitated, her chest heaving slightly.

"So what if you're a womanizer? Me, Adele, Isabella, Windsordler... all of us sisters are one in a million. Aren't we enough for you to mess with?"

"Why do you have to mess around with these shady women at a time like this, in this godforsaken place..."

Seeing that she was getting jealous and was going off on a tangent, Cohen knew he couldn't hide it any longer.

He wasn't afraid that Mavis would really fall out with him; he just didn't want her to harbor resentment, make wild guesses, and suffer unnecessarily.

Cohen sighed helplessly, reached out and grabbed the finger she was poking at him, holding it in his hand, while rubbing his temples with his other hand:
"Stop, stop, stop! What are you thinking? How could I be so careless about what I eat?"

It's none other than...

Mavis's eyebrows furrowed, and she tried to pull her hand back:
"If it's no one else, then who could it be? Who else could be in this godforsaken place besides me?"

Cohen confessed directly:

“It’s Adele. She just came by using a special magical item.”

"queen?"

Upon hearing that it was Adele who had come, Mavis's anger vanished instantly.

The fierce and accusatory attitude she had just displayed vanished completely. She even subconsciously tried to pull her hand away from Cohen's, her eyes began to dart around, and she dared not look at Cohen anymore, her cheeks slightly burning.

"She...she really came! Is she still here? Why didn't you say so sooner!"

Mavis's voice lowered, tinged with annoyance.

Thinking back to her "catching someone in the act" interrogation, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

What made her even more uneasy was that the embarrassing scene of her and Cohen being caught by Yadel through the communication stone was still vivid in her mind.

Although Adeline didn't say anything at the time, she still had nightmares about "disrespecting the Empress" for several days afterward.

Cohen watched as Mavis transformed from a fierce little wildcat into a timid, short-tempered ostrich, and he felt both annoyed and amused.

He tightened his grip, preventing her from pulling her hand away. Instead, he used that position to gently pull her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Mavis fell onto his lap, struggled symbolically for a moment, and then stopped moving, turning her face away with her ears turning bright red.

Cohen put his arm around her slender yet resilient waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and explained with a muffled chuckle:

"Alright, Adaline has already left."

That magical item is one-way and has an expiration time; she cannot stay there for long.

What are you afraid of? We'll be family from now on. She's not going to eat you up.
"Last time when we were being intimate, Adel found out but didn't say anything to you, did she?"

"How can they be the same!"

Mavis retorted in a low voice, but her body went limp as she leaned into his arms, clearly relieved.

Knowing it was Adele, her jealousy and suspicions naturally vanished, leaving only the instinctive tension and embarrassment of facing the Queen.

"Just because I don't blame you doesn't mean I don't remember. I'm not as thick-skinned as you."

She muttered something, then finally turned her face back, her purple eyes glancing sideways at Cohen, regaining some of her spirit, but her tone had softened:

"No wonder it was so clean..."

Cohen patted her back, knowing she had passed the test, and added, "I just came to test out this newly invented magical item and, incidentally, to see me."

He spoke the last three words somewhat vaguely, but Mavis certainly understood.

"Alright, I don't believe it's just a simple look..." Mavis tried to stand up from his arms, putting on an act of "I'm very magnanimous and won't hold it against you," but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. "Judging from this, you two must have had quite a bit of... trouble."

I'm exhausted. I don't have the energy to deal with you today. Let me have some peace and quiet and get some sleep.

Anyway, you've already finished releasing, so you probably don't have much energy left..."

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at the bed, which had been neatly remade.

Cohen wasn't about to let her go so easily. He pulled her closer, holding her even tighter in his arms, while his other hand began to wander.

Following the curve of her waist, he deftly slipped his hand under her clothes, his warm palm touching her delicate and supple waist and abdomen.

Cohen chuckled softly, his voice tinged with mockery:

“Mei’er, you’re questioning your husband’s abilities…”

"I didn't, don't do anything rash..."

Mavis swallowed the rest of her protest.

Inside the tent, the temperature, which had just calmed down, seemed to be slowly rising again.

……

Just as the situation in the Northwest Continent was about to settle down, and the remnants of the defeated Demon Gold Empire were about to be pushed back to their lost lands by the allied forces of various countries.

A storm sweeping across the entire continent has once again begun in an almost absurd yet chilling way.

The "Black Tomb," which had lurked like a venomous snake in the shadows for countless years, acting mysteriously and known for its subversion, assassination, intelligence trading, and research into forbidden knowledge, has finally taken action again.

Since the disastrous defeat at the Northwest Continent Exchange Conference many years ago, and the severe warnings and suppression from forces such as Cobalt Soul Academy.

Black Tomb seemed to have temporarily withdrawn its claws and gone silent, gradually fading from the center of international political attention.

Their biggest move in recent years has been to secretly imprison King Serene, allowing the three tomb masters to personally take control of the Serene Kingdom.

During this period, in order to deal with Effie and thwart Cohen's plans, he also sent troops to help the Gaius lineage of the Kingdom of Ceylon.

However, at this critical moment when the Demon Gold Empire was about to suffer a crushing defeat, the Black Tomb, along with the Serene Kingdom which it had been secretly controlling for many years, suddenly tore off all its pretenses.

Emerging from the shadows into the sunlight, it unleashed a deafening roar and began its operation once more.

The Kingdom of Serene, a human nation that legally inherited its lineage from an ancient noble family, nominally maintained its independence, and even occasionally condemned the atrocities of the Demon Gold Empire in public, has made a move that has astonished the entire western continent.

Instead of concealing their connection with the Demon Gold Empire, they publicly announced that they would form a permanent alliance with the Demon Gold Empire, which was suffering from unjust invasion and fighting for survival.

It also accused the coalition led by Effie and the "Supreme Council" behind it of intending to seize and annex all human nations, which is a new form of colonization and tyranny.

At the same time as the declaration was issued, the Kingdom of Serene secretly cultivated its elite legion.

Along with a large number of unidentified but clearly rigorously trained "Black Tomb" armed forces equipped with a bizarre fusion of magic and some kind of dark technology, they brazenly crossed the border from multiple directions.

Their objective was very clear: instead of directly attacking the powerful Effie homeland, they swiftly attacked Effie's most important allies and strategic partners in the Lost Lands and surrounding areas.

These countries are either geographically important, resource-rich, or have close trade and military agreements with Efin.

It is a crucial pillar supporting Effie's regional influence.

The news spread like the most virulent plague, reaching every corner of the continent at an alarming speed.

The clamor in the tavern abruptly ceased, the market buzzed with discussion, and the palace fell into a deathly silence, before erupting into incredulous gasps and furious roars.

"Serene has gone mad! How dare they!"

"By the gods... Serene, they signed the 'Declaration of Humanity Against the Abyss,' and their founding monarch even made a name for himself in the war between gods and demons. They... they actually openly joined forces with the lackeys of demons?"

"What alliance of offense and defense? This is betrayal, a betrayal of the entire human camp."

The Serene royal family… no, the Black Tomb, they have defiled the glory of their ancestors!

After the initial shock came a deeper chill and fear.

If the demonization of the Morgen Empire could be explained by "Thrall's personal ambition growing and making an evil deal with the forces of the Abyss."

Therefore, the fact that the Kingdom of Serene, a human kingdom with a long history, clear legal system, and located in the heart of the continent, openly merged with the Demon Gold Empire carries a completely different meaning.

This is no longer a rebellion on the fringes, but a complete depravity and betrayal from within the "civilized world".

This means that the corruption and temptation of demons no longer exist only in the desolate lost lands; their tentacles have reached into the core of the human kingdom, which is considered a safe zone.

And it took root in a more covert and deadly way.

The infamous yet incredibly mysterious organization, "Black Tomb," has, for the first time, laid bare its true nature and terrifying power before the world in the form of a state war machine.

They are no longer daggers in the shadows, but roaring beasts bursting out of the jungle, their claws coated with the venom of the abyss.

The mainland was shaken, public opinion was in uproar, and the leaders of various countries were shocked and furious. In particular, those countries that were allied with Effie or were close to the sphere of influence of Serene and Black Tomb felt a chilling threat.

Statements of condemnation poured into Toringard, the capital of the Kingdom of Serene, though everyone knew that these protests on paper were nothing more than a scratch on the surface to a group of madmen who sided with demons.

In addition, envoys from various countries were urgently shuttling between the courts of Efein and the five great empires, and the horns of military mobilization sounded in many border regions.

The entire continent seemed like a carriage suddenly pushed to the edge of a cliff by an invisible hand, sliding towards the unknown abyss amidst the screeching sound of friction.

However, few people know that behind this sudden and immense chaos and panic, in a dimension beyond the reach of mortals, a dark hand from the depths of the endless abyss has been calmly manipulating everything.

Cohen's guess was correct. Thrall, the tyrant who crawled out of the darkest mines of the Lost Lands, single-handedly forged the Magisterium Empire, and nearly led it to its destruction.

The word "admit defeat" has never been in my heart.

From the initial blow from the Supreme Council at the founding of the Empire, to the repeated encirclement and suppression by the coalition of nations after breaking out of the Lost Lands, especially the direct confrontation with Cohen Corleone and his formidable Effiin Legion and the ever-growing alliance of the Supreme Council.

Thrall was forced to painfully realize a reality: with only the power granted by the Chaotic Continent and the Machine Continent, and with only the half-demonized, half-mechanized army in his hands.

They were simply no match for the man who was given many titles such as "Son of Prophecy," "Lord of Shadows," and "King of War."

This is not merely a contest of individual bravery or tactics, but a crushing defeat of fate and momentum.

He needs power, more powerful, more evil, more capable of disrupting the balance.

Thus, in a desperate situation where the empire's territory had been compressed to its limit and defeat seemed inevitable, he sacrificed the remaining imperial fortune, the last loyalty of his soldiers, and their lives.

He uttered the most humble and frantic plea and bargain to the supreme being who granted him power and led him into the abyss—the sixty-two demon gods, Valak! (End of Chapter)