Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688: Questioned

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The Association officers led them down the far side of the ridge along a path that had been cleared by enforcer teams sometime during the bombardment. The stone was still warm in places where monsters had been killed with thermal abilities, and the air carried the sharp mineral smell of shattered rock and burned chitin.

Kaiden walked in the middle of the formation. His girls followed behind, quiet, their powers dimmed but their presence unmistakable. The lead officer, the woman who’d addressed him on the ridge, hadn’t spoken since they’d started moving. She didn’t need to. The direction was clear and the pace was professional and nobody was pretending this was optional.

They were halfway down when the footsteps caught up.

"Kaiden!"

Tessa’s voice hit him before she did. The leader of Nova Circuit came around a bend in the trail at a pace that was just short of running, her expression tight with the stress of an ally who’d been watching a situation deteriorate from too far away to help. Two of her senior officers flanked her, both looking like they’d rather be anywhere else.

"I came as soon as I heard." She fell into step beside him and immediately turned to the lead Association officer. "I’m Tessa, Guild Leader of Nova Circuit. Kaiden Grey competes under my ally’s banner. I’d like to be present for any formal proceedings as the alliance’s representative."

The officer glanced at her. "I’ll ask my superiors."

Tessa turned back to Kaiden, and her eyes said everything her mouth wasn’t saying in front of Association personnel. The worry. The frustration. The obvious desire to plant herself between him and whatever was coming and argue until the bureaucracy gave up.

"It’s okay, Tessa."

She blinked.

"I appreciate you being here." He said it simply, with the tone he reserved for people who’d earned his genuine respect. "Thank you for always looking out for me. But this is going to be fine."

She didn’t hide the sadness in her expression, but she nodded once and fell back, and Kaiden kept walking.

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The Association had commandeered a forward operations base with numerous tents near the base of the ridge. It was large, military-standard, the kind of structure that went up in fifteen minutes and could house a dozen people in each tent comfortably.

Inside one such tent, it had been stripped to the essentials: a table, two chairs, a recording artifact mounted on a tripod in the corner, and the kind of lighting that made everyone look tired.

Kaiden’s girls were asked to wait outside. They didn’t love that. Nyx smiled at the officer who’d made the request in a way that made the man take a half-step backward.

"I’ll be fine," Kaiden told them. "Go rest. You earned it."

They went. Reluctantly, and not far, but they went.

The tent flap closed behind him and Kaiden took the seat facing the recording artifact. The chair was metal and uncomfortable in the way that institutional furniture always was, designed by people who had never sat in one.

The flap opened again.

Eleanora Voss stepped inside.

Kaiden recognized her immediately. Senior Director of the Awakened Association’s Competition Division. The woman who ran the entire tournament apparatus, who stood behind podiums and delivered rulings with the warmth of a tax audit.

He’d seen her face on broadcasts and briefing documents and official competition correspondence, always composed, always precise, always radiating the particular authority of someone who had never once in her career needed to raise her voice.

Her being here, in a forward operations tent on a mountain ridge instead of behind a desk in the headquarters, meant this investigation was not going to be handled by mid-level bureaucrats filing paperwork.

"Director Voss," Kaiden said. "I didn’t expect you personally."

"Guildless rookie declares a rescue operation that kills multiple registered combatants on a live broadcast watched by over a million people." She set a thin folder on the table and sat across from him. "I cleared my schedule."

’That’s fair,’ Kaiden thought.

He straightened in his chair and prepared himself for the opening salvo. The accusation, the timeline demand, the careful legal questions designed to trap him into an inconsistency. He’d rehearsed his answers on the walk down. Every beat of the "rescue operation" narrative was locked in, airtight, ready to be delivered with the same patient sincerity he’d used on Magnus.

Eleanora opened the folder. Glanced at its contents. Closed it again.

Then she looked at him.

"How do you feel?"

Kaiden’s rehearsed composure stalled for half a second. It was well hidden, but it stalled.

"How do I feel?"

"Yes."

He studied her face for a trap and didn’t find one. Which either meant there wasn’t one, or she was better at this than he was.

"I feel... dejected," he said carefully. "Saddened by what happened today. Despite our best efforts, people were hurt. If I’d been stronger and more precise with my newly gained spells, maybe the collateral damage could’ve been avoided."

Eleanora watched him deliver the answer with the attentive patience of a woman who had heard a lot of carefully constructed statements in her career.

Then she smiled.

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