Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695: Alone Time

The tent flap opened, and a woman in Association grey stepped through.

She was young, professional, and visibly uncomfortable about interrupting five women who were still riding the high of watching their enemies’ rankings collapse in real time.

Her eyes swept the tent, took in the overturned chair, the still-flickering hologram above Kaiden’s wrist, and the general state of a group that looked like they’d won a war.

She cleared her throat. "The investigation team has requested individual interviews with each member of the Runewoven team currently present. Standard procedure for an incident of this scale."

Luna’s grin died.

"Now?"

"I’m afraid so."

"We just got him back."

"Are you refusing to aid the investigation?"

Luna looked at the woman flatly. This association rep couldn’t read the room, or just didn’t care enough to do so... Or maybe her role simply didn’t allow her to.

’Yeah, I shouldn’t be complaining right now... We could be questioned in chains right now.’

"Go," Kaiden said. "Cooperate. Be polite. Answer what they ask."

He grinned as he added, "After all, that’s what innocent people are supposed to do."

The girls each grinned back at him, gave him a long hug each, and soon, the tent became empty.

Kaiden stood in the silence for a moment. Then he exhaled and pushed himself to his feet. His body ached in the dull, specific way that came from channeling too much mana in a short span of time, and sitting alone in an Association tent felt like the exact opposite of what he wanted to do right now.

He needed air.

...

The camp sprawled across the land in organized clusters of canvas and portable infrastructure, Association tents arranged in neat rows that felt absurdly civilized given what had happened in the basin a few hours ago. Officers moved between stations with clipboards and recording artifacts, medics rushed from one grave injury to the next, and a small logistics team was still cataloging monster corpses.

Kaiden walked through it with his hands in his pockets and his head down, the posture of a man who didn’t want to be stopped. Nobody stopped him. A few officers glanced his way with expressions that ranged from professional neutrality to barely concealed curiosity, but none of them approached.

Whether that was because Eleanora had cleared him, because they’d seen the stream, or because none of them wanted to be the person who engaged with the Paragon of Sin on a day like today, he couldn’t tell.

He didn’t particularly care.

His feet carried him past the last row of tents and up the gradual incline to the ridge.

The same ridge.

The stone was still scorched in places where his girls’ mana had carved through it during the bombardment. Faint burn marks traced the trajectory paths of Luna’s lightning, and a long shallow groove ran along the eastern edge where Calypso’s axe strike had bitten into the rock. The air smelled like ozone and something fleshy underneath, the lingering trace of monster blood baking dry in the late afternoon sun.

Kaiden walked to the edge and sat down.

His legs hung over the drop, boots swaying above the basin floor where, not long ago, he’d orchestrated something the Association was calling a rescue operation and Magnus Ashborn was calling murder.

The view was wide and quiet. The basin stretched below, still littered with the remains of the engagement, and beyond it the mountain range faded into blue haze under a sky that was starting to turn gold at the edges.

He pulled out his phone.

The notification count had given up on specificity and settled for a symbol that meant ’more than the screen can display.’ He ignored the direct messages, ignored the team channels, ignored the sixteen missed calls from numbers he didn’t recognize, and opened the news feed.

The confrontation with Magnus was everywhere.

Every major outlet had the clip. Every minor outlet had the clip. Several outlets that Kaiden was fairly sure hadn’t existed before today had been created specifically to host the clip. The headlines competed for dramatic real estate like rival auctioneers who’d all spotted the same painting:

ASHBORN VS. THE ANOMALY: A CONFRONTATION ON THE RIDGE

KAIDEN GREY TELLS THE MOST POWERFUL GUILD LEADER IN AMERICA TO MIND HIS BUSINESS

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