The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 544- Blooming Delicia

"Imagine your mana like a flowing river. At present, it surges as a single stream to your limbs, senses, and abilities. Everyone picks this up naturally while growing and increasing their levels. But [Mana Channelling] shows you how to etch out an additional riverbed."

As the proverb goes, the insightful grasp it from a mere clue, so certain knights immediately grasped why they had been drilling all those skills. For the rest who remained puzzled, Reinhardt pressed on.

"Starting today, you'll attempt to form dual mana reserves—one for your own use, the other dedicated to your divine beast. This extra reserve builds up bit by bit, serving as your secondary origin"...

"In the crucial moment, you can trigger them right away to call forth your beast and bolster it with the stored mana from this reserve, sparing your main mana pool that's vital for staying alive."

With the explanation reaching this point, even the least adept, such as Vangeance, finally comprehended the purpose of their regimen.

As realization gradually lit up their expressions, questions soon bubbled up from the group.

"Commander... making a second riverbed, a second origin... doesn’t that... doesn’t that mean forming a second core?"

Silvia was the one who posed the query. Together with a few others, she recognized the profound importance of the technique.

Forming a second mana core appeared far simpler in words than in practice. Their existing core, nurtured from the beginning, had been mastered through innate intuition and countless years of practice and advancement, expanding to its current capacity.

Thus, instructing them to forge another was essentially demanding a complete restart from the basics.

Reinhardt inclined his head, surveying Silvia and all those gathered on the field. "Establishing a second core forms the bedrock of the summoning art. To master [Divine Beast Summoning], you have no choice"...

"Beyond that, mastering a second core delivers a massive power surge, even without ever calling a divine beast. This extra mana core could preserve your life someday and acts as your backup stash. When your primary runs dry, tap the second for more mana to unleash skills amid dire straits"...

"Furthermore, your overall mana regeneration will rise as well. That's why I declare it plainly: acquiring Mana Channelling is mandatory."

He strode ahead, eyeing his knights and aspiring ones alike. "For today, you'll tackle the fundamentals. Skip any projection summoning or force resonance. Seek a spot here to train. Inhale deeply, sense the natural pooling of your mana, and start directing it to new paths"...

"Expect frustration in this drill; failures will happen, mana leaks will bring fatigue and mental fatigue. You'll sense depletion quicker than anticipated, potentially disrupting your whole day. Yet, push through the hardship—that's the essence of knighthood. You've witnessed the fruits of your toil before. To invoke those mighty beasts, match it with equal diligence. Commence now"...

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Flakes of snow drifted down, gradually blanketing the field in pristine white. Despite the biting chill and unforgiving conditions, the knights from the Order of the Temple of Light persisted in their drills with unwavering commitment and passion.

Reinhardt, as their leader, naturally supervised the session. He paced steadily through the seated knights, aiding them to stabilize erratic breathing, purify cluttered thoughts, and align hunched forms.

Their poses were adjusted by him, mana currents rerouted via gentle finger presses, and now and then he paused to illustrate briefly, offering a fleeting sense of how forging a second core ought to feel.

To the utmost, he employed [Heaven’s Memory] and the unique elixir he'd devised to assist them maximally.

Approaching Delicia, his stride eased. On the surface, all stayed the same. His demeanor held steady and authoritative, the steadfast poise of a leader they knew well.

A pale-faced member of his order received his guidance, her forehead furrowed faintly as she battled to channel her mana into a duplicate flow.

Nevertheless, numerous curious gazes drifted their way. Similar to earlier that morning, when he and Dame Delicia had entered the field in tandem.

The sight of a commander paired with a lady knight sparked considerable interest in the ranks, sufficient to ignite whispers among the troops.

However, such speculation dissipated quickly upon logical reflection. The commander was simply monitoring her advancement personally—that seemed the obvious conclusion.

After all, no one raised doubts, given that Dame Delicia was wedded.

Instructions flowed from Reinhardt to Delicia, his serene tone urging her to lessen the strain instead of compelling the current. Instinctively she complied, her posture easing as the mana steadied.

To onlookers, Delicia appeared serene and composed. In truth, nothing could be further from it. Reinhardt's nearness merely scattered her focus, drawing her mind to the previous night's occurrences.

Soft groans from the wooden planks, dim glow from the subdued lamp, the hushed quiet of a home where one man slumbered obliviously as two figures glided like phantoms across the chambers.

The night before... After yet another round of tension's relief, they lingered against the cedar barrier. Following an intense kiss brimming with exhilaration and bliss, her gaze shifted outward before she proposed.

"Let’s go to the bedroom."

The closet's confines offered their peculiar excitement. Yet ultimately, it proved too confining. Delicia emerged bare, her skin shining with perspiration and their mingled essence. Emerging, she bypassed her nightgown, her touch instead seeking the man trailing her.

His hand was led by her to the warm, moist center between her legs, his palm urged against her wet, engorged petals.

"Aang~" A soft cry escaped her lips. Then her fingers encircled his wrist, drawing him onward.

Karl lounged haphazardly on the sofa afar, an arm trailing to the ground, jaws parted wide. His steady snoring betrayed profound slumber, lost in sweet reveries.

At this sight, Delicia and Reinhardt crept noiselessly, feet bare on the planks. Skirting the table, they neared the sofa bearing her spouse.

Unwittingly, Delicia's eyes flicked to his features, her pulse racing. Yet the sensation stemmed not from dread, but from arousal.

Past the sofa, her free hand snaked rearward, to Reinhardt’s groin. She located his shaft, rigid, throbbing, slicked by her arousal. A light clasp on the heated length guided him forth.

Trailing her lead, Reinhardt grinned at her playfulness and chose to taunt in return. As one hand toyed at her drenched portal, circling her sensitive nub, the other encircled her waist to grasp a plump, weighty bosom.

Over her erect nipple his thumb glided. He tweaked it, twirling the tender tip amid his digits. Delicia stifled a gasp, her gait stumbling briefly. Her form curved back as she peered over her shoulder.

Hearing naught but snores from behind, full assurance washed over her.

They climbed the tight stairs to the level above. All the while, Reinhardt's grip on Delicia’s breast endured, massaging and compressing it.

She, in turn, kept steering him through the home by clasping his member. That blend—her silky palms on his length, the yielding flesh of her chest, and the forbidden rush of nude wandering—left him reeling.

Moments passed before they crossed the threshold into her sleeping quarters. Lunar rays poured via one pane, infusing the scene with an enchanting aura.

Within, Delicia pivoted toward him. Beholding his flawless physique, her heartbeat quickened. They'd indulged repeatedly in the closet just prior, so what stirred this unease?

"Don’t worry, your husband won’t wake up any time soon. I noticed while walking by the couch, he downed an entire bottle himself. The contents of that wine was strong". Reinhardt spoke, dispelling her worries.

Perhaps that explained it. Free from the closet's secrecy, the excitement alone intensified her pulse.

Words became unnecessary. Reinhardt bridged the gap, claiming her lips fiercely. Unlike prior ones, this embrace rang out, ravenous and overwhelming with fiery claim.

"Mmff~ Mmng." His palms roamed her figure, kneading her contours and drawing forth lovely whimpers.

Then, he dipped his head to capture a firm nipple between his lips.

"Aahn... Anng... more... suck more..." Delicia's cries rang free and bold. Her fingers tangled in Reinhardt’s locks, urging him closer to her chest.