The Conquerors Path

Chapter 964: Chapter 962-Surfing Dangerous Thoughts.

The words kept ringing in her mind; ever since those words fell to her, Nathalia was always in deep thought. By all technical issues, it’s not actually a problem—the idea of having multiple wives is normal, and it’s seen in all powerful men who have more than 1 wife—so it’s not actually a problem, and to someone of mind like Nathalia, it won’t be actually an issue.

She is softer by nature; fighting for something isn’t actually what Nathalia does—her gentle heart doesn’t fall into that category. She grew up seeing the polygamy lifestyle, and in a small corner of Nathalia’s heart, she knew the fact that she perhaps might not be enough to hold onto Austin; she wasn’t more of the main wife type that can take the lead.

Sure, she wants Austin’s love and all of it for herself, but Nathalia also fears that she won’t be enough. For the most respected and sought-after creator of the world, she sure has some small issues with herself; it’s also the reason why her stepmother had given her the ultimatum: either change herself or watch as she falls into her own little prison.

<You will have to choose if you can’t change: will you live enough with just a fraction of his love, which can fade away and be taken by other women, or will you rise to the challenge and be the only one who won’t fade away?>

The talk with her stepmother had changed Nathalia’s mind in many ways; she had opened her eyes to many things. Even if Nathalia were to just fall in line with Austin having different wives, the sheer fear that he might leave her, that he might not have time for her, that one day he might be stolen away completely by another woman fills her with absolute dread.

She knew she was young and in some ways naive, but after long thoughts, she still felt as if she didn’t know what she wanted to do. Breaking out of the shell she built around herself wasn’t easy, and just as those thoughts were once again swirling in her mind, they started to get darker and deeper—the imagination of a life where Austin won’t be satisfied by her started to fill her.

’I am the princess of the dwarves.’

’I am the most sought-after creator in the world.’

’I am cute and beautiful.’

’Why should I fall back?’

Her thoughts started to get tangled up; the hidden desires and pressure she kept at her heart started to bubble and twist all around her, changing the view that Nathalia was seeing—the inner side of her: the ferocious, devouring, dangerous monstrous side that comes out only during her creation phase, the genius mind of power that made her who she is slowly started to mend with her own reality and her character.

Trust, Pride, Confidence, Obsession, Sharp Mind, and an absolute will to get things done.

Traits that make her the amazing creator she is—it all started to twist around her: the visions of losing Austin, losing such perfection that he found, not being something that she can ever truly accept. That’s right, she didn’t wanna share!

’I might even be able to create something that will make sure he will only love me and can never leave me...’

The corruption twisted her mind to create such a dangerous thought—a thought that had once come to her and disappeared due to how manipulative and twisted it is, but now, now that thought stuck to her. She has a gift, a powerful gift; why not use that gift to get what she wants?

Maybe create the ultimate creation of hers that will forever win Austin’s love to just hers, so that he will only belong to her till the end of time—he wouldn’t even be able to be seduced or even love other women!

’Maybe, I can do that!’

In the game, touching Nathalia or even starting her route was impossible due to how she kept the men at far; thanks to that, no one really found out what would happen if you reached the full love level of Nathalia, or what type of crazy she would turn into....

And now, Austin was about to face that.....

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Lanora looked at the arena—she, who focuses more on the musical side of things and prefers situations that are peaceful or artistic, never found any interest in these barbaric situations. What she preferred more was a good book, relaxation, practising her music and more like that, but just because of that, it doesn’t mean she hasn’t gotten her hands dirty or isn’t used to combat; if one thinks that, then they are in for a hell of an ass whooping.

The music that Lanora plays can even destroy the bravest of hearts; she had left the tribe of her family and came here due to the initiative of her tribe to integrate more into the outside world—the powers of her tribe being so unique and deadly, she was accepted wherever she went; her uniqueness made her special everywhere.

And in these outside places, she found a new world, a new hope of music, arts, books—all wonders that made it special for Lanora to come here, though she wasn’t impressed much with the people; all of them, in a sense, felt like savages to her, though not all, but many did.

Though the music of that man, of Austin, made her body flush—such artful tunes, such masterful play of the instruments. She knew how Austin was, what kind of name he had made in the world as a musician, and it only made her body tingle the first time she had realised it; she was a fan of that music for as long as she heard it.

And she had gotten the chance to play with him! It was such an amazing honour too!

She had fallen instantly in love with Austin’s music, and it wasn’t just his music—the way he played it, how gentle and kind he was; even talking to Austin was fun. She could just talk away for hours, smile and laugh when she was with him; her talents in music and her bloodline made it so that when someone played the instruments, she could find out the nature and depth of that person from just the tunes.

And the music he plays, the tunes that he gave—it was just pure magic to her; it stuck her heart so hard that she fell even harder.

’Gods...his music makes me...um~’

To her culture, Austin was the perfect mate; to her, he was the perfect mate she could find. He embodied everything she wanted, and she, in all her life aspects, actually wanted Austin as a mate, but first, she needed to reach a level of music where she could stand side by side with him and proudly be together.

When they achieve perfect harmony when they play together, then it will be ordained by the Goddess of Music that the two of them are a perfect match; then a marriage can be done under the eyes of the Gods.

’This!’

The eyes of Lanora widened as she gazed at the scene of Austin walking bare-chested to battle; she was indeed worried about the fight, and seeing Austin taking part in such things didn’t make her happy, but she knew that someone who leads has his own responsibilities.

’I just want to mark all over it.’

Lanora never thought of herself as someone shallow or won over by just appearances—true beauty, she found it in art, but even to her, right now, gazing at this scene, she had to say that Austin right now was looking like the perfect art piece to her.

’Will I be a match for him, ever?’

The small thought that lay in the back of her mind hit her; Lanora, in a sense, knew that she was much different from all these women who grew up in the outside connected world, and she had seen the ways several females looked at Austin—there was interest and love in many; her eyes had caught that.

In her tribe, there is no concept of Polygamy; when two hearts combine and play music that matches each other’s tunes, they are forever attached—the tunes can then only be extended by the family they create; each new child forming towards the new tune, which will create the greatest symphony of music.

Thus, Lanora was quite conflicted; while she knew how charming she could be, she also knew that maybe sacrifices lay ahead if she were to pursue Austin.

’When you pursue someone of a different culture, you also need to open your mind to their ways.’

It was a simple teaching she was given, but it didn’t make things easier for her; Lanora always doubted her if she could actually use it—she had actually found the tune for her, but she couldn’t in all sense of the way be sure if she could hold onto it; it felt like many others were already keeping their eyes on Austin.

Thus, her danger senses were alarmed—alarmed in many dangerous ways; she kept racking her brains to find ways to be fully and truly connected.