CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Phenomenon

It radiated an intense heat and Caesar couldn't help but sweat profusely whilst taking a few steps back, however, the ball of light did not relent. It slowly trailed Caesar's figure and as if it looked down upon his feeble attempts to escape, it laughed eerily.

Suddenly, as Caesar was about to use his authority, he could feel his storage ring tremble and his scythe appear from thin air. It seemed to be larger than before and it gave off a purple hue, it too, possessed a transparent face.

The face embedded deep within the scythe laughed loudly, "to place so much importance on a mere child," the face sneered, "oh how you creatures hiding above the skies have fallen." It continued and a purplish energy enveloped the piercing light, evaporating it into nothing.

Soon, the blinding light and scythe disappeared into thin air as if nothing had happened. Ginger's body then proceeded collapsed on to the ground. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and she was breathing heavily. Clear signs of a fever presented itself and Ahri shot up from her chair and went to go and help Ginger off of the ground.

She looked at Caesar reproachfully, "look at what you've done to such a young girl," she said slightly angrily and propped Ginger up. Ahri, Crowley, and even Elizabeth seemed to be unfazed; they didn't appear to have been harmed by the blinding light.

Confused, Caesar scrutinized the unconscious gal on the ground, he was certain that he had done nothing to her. In fact, he could still feel his slightly irritated skin from the scalding and bright light. If the thing in his scythe had not popped out earlier, it's possible he would've suffered a painful death.

Such an event was not something you could easily look over, as such, he was confused as to how Ahri and the others acted so normally. 'Perhaps, they had not seen it?' he thought inwardly as he elegantly straightened the collars on his suit.

He wiped the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and crouched down next to Ginger. Her long, vermillion hair was scattered out on to the floor and Caesar used his ice affinity to cool off her abnormally warm body.

Caesar didn't pay Crowley's or Ahri's reproachful gaze much heed and heaved Ginger atop his shoulder, "I'll bring her to the royal doctor, after which, I'll be heading to my room," he explained curtly and walked out of the dining room without looking back.

Caesar did as he said and soon delivered Ginger to the nearest doctor who was on duty and then proceeded to head towards his room. Although he was intrigued by the abnormal phenomenon, he wouldn't be capable of receiving any answers by simply inspecting her unconscious body. Not to mention the fact that he was in no mood to court death once again.

Thus, after an exhausting day of traveling, plan making, and manipulating, he decided to get some much-desired rest. He removed the slick gloves covering his hands and turned the doork.n.o.b, entering into his room.

It was extremely dark and everything was seemingly where he had left it. His dresser, bed, and closet remained in the same position and a sense of familiarity arose within Caesar. The casual books he had left on his night-stand to the side of his bed were partially open and he walked over.

As he got closer, he sat on the side of the bed and reached out for one of the thicker books in the stack. It was the story that explained magic and how to utilize mana, however, as it was a mere common book, the details were vague and rough.

He briefly scanned through the contents of the relatively thick book and then sat it back down on the night-stand. He then unb.u.t.toned his blazer, s.h.i.+rt, and undid his belt, stripping down until the only thing he adorned was his sleepwear.

As he was about to slip into bed, the door creaked open and Ahri entered. Her pale, green dress accentuated her beauty and the violet hair resting on her shoulders blended in with the moonlight. Her piercing yellow eyes looked at Caesar curiously as she strode forward and stripped into her nightdress.

It was a silk and nearly see-through gown, resulting in her curvaceous figure to fully-showcase itself as she slowly trod to the bed with a slight sway in her hips. Her tantalizing body, seductive facial features, and even aroma seemed to be tempting Caesar's instincts.

No words were needed to be conveyed as she entered into Caesar's deep embrace. They had both been quite busy as of late, neither of them possessing any time for each other. As such, her body seemed to wail out in happiness as they indulged in the taste of each other.

Caesar was quite exhausted, sure, but his virility was not to be underestimated. He would never fail to please his significant other, thus, strange gasps and moaning escaped from their room until the dead of night.

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The next morning, the bright rays of sunlight invaded into Caesar's room, illuminating his and Ahri's intertwined figures. A small groan escaped from his lips as he pushed to covers off of his body and stood up from the bed.

His long, white and elegant hair was messily scattered on his shoulders and somewhat deep scratch marks were present on his graceful back. A smile formed on his lips as he entered into the bathroom and prepared a bath.

He meticulously cleaned himself and groomed his hair until he looked satisfactory. He then adorned a luxurious suit handcrafted by the royals tailor. It was black and red and he wore an unusual pair of brown colored gloves.

Once he was fully prepared to leave, he stepped out of the bathroom and greeted the still groggy Ahri, "Good morning, sweetheart," Caesar said, "I'm afraid you're going to need to stay in bed for the rest the morning to... recuperate."

As he said this, he directed his eyes toward her sore hips and walked out of the room with a gleeful smile. He would order a few maids to clean and deliver her food later, but first, he decided to stop by the military school and merchants guild.