BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Erik was lost in thought, replaying the day's discoveries as he made his way through the quiet corridors of his guild's headquarters. 

The word "hummingbird" was still echoing in his mind, a puzzle waiting to be solved. As he was passing a nondescript closet door, it suddenly swung open, and a woman appeared.

"Mira?" Erik stammered, taken aback by her sudden appearance.

But she didn't reply. Her eyes were determined, her movements decisive as she grabbed Erik by the collar and pulled him into the closet, shutting the door behind them.

"Mira! What are you—" he began to protest, but she silenced him, her fingers deftly removing his mask.

"Less talk, more kisses," she commanded, her voice a soft yet insistent whisper.

Erik's heart pounded in his chest as he looked into her eyes, seeing a fire there that left no room for argument.

Mira's eyes locked onto Erik's, and there was no mistaking the intensity and desire in her gaze. With grace and certainty that left no room for doubt, she reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his face before gently cradling the back of his head. Her other hand slid to his waist, pulling him closer, eliminating any space between them.

As their lips met, there was nothing tentative or uncertain about the kiss. It was a deep and passionate one, a mingling of breath and longing that spoke of unspoken needs. Mira's lips were soft yet insistent, her tongue exploring Erik's mouth with a hunger that was both surprising and thrilling.

Erik responded in kind, his hands finding their way to her hips and holding her firmly as he lost himself in the sensation of the kiss and the rest of her body.

With a look that communicated more than words ever could, Mira reached for the hem of Erik's shirt, her hands sliding up his chest as she began to unbutton it. 

The tenderness in her eyes was matched by a palpable sense of urgency, as if they were both deeply aware that time was of the essence. Erik's breath caught in his throat as her lips wet his neck, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Erik responded by reaching for the fastenings of Mira's dress, his movements deliberate and sure. The fabric slid over her shoulders, revealing the graceful curve of her neck and the soft swell of her breasts. 

Their eyes met, and in that moment, all pretense was gone. They were two people standing on the precipice of something profound and undeniable, and the pull between them was irresistible.

Mira's hands continued their exploration, deftly undoing Erik's belt and trousers, revealing him to her in a way that was both intimate and profound. Her touch was gentle but insistent, her gaze unwavering as she took in the sight of him. There was no shame or hesitation, only acceptance and desire.

In turn, Erik's hands traced the lines of Mira's body, his touch both reverent and possessive as he undid the last of her clothing. Her skin was soft and warm, her body yielding to his touch in a way that was both thrilling and deeply familiar.

The world outside the closet had ceased to exist; all that mattered was the connection between them, a connection that was about to be consummated in the most profound and intimate way possible. 

Their bodies spoke a language all their own, and as they moved toward each other, there was no doubt that they were answering a call that was as old as time and as deep as the soul.

***

After the deed was done, Erik and Mira found themselves seated on the ground, a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion in the air. The closet was filled with the gentle sound of their breathing as they began to come back to themselves, the reality of the world outside slowly intruding once more.

"Erik?" Mira's voice was soft, her eyes on his face. "Who was the woman with the mask I saw with you this morning?" She asked, as she wasn't there when Rebecca arrived.

Mira's teasing tone was met with a playful glare from Erik. "Jealous, are you?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Maybe just a little bit," she admitted, her grin widening. "But seriously, who was she?"

"Her name's Rebecca," Erik replied, his tone becoming more serious. "We're working on a quest for the guild together."

"Rebecca, who?" Mira's voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing.

"I don't know her surname; I didn't ask," Erik said, shrugging. 

Mira's scolding tone took Erik by surprise. "Why didn't you investigate about her? Isn't it a little bit irresponsible?"

"I didn't have time or the right information to look into who she was. She said something peculiar, though," he said, his voice thoughtful. "Something about her mother sending her on this quest by asking the mercenary guild."

Mira's eyes widened, a look of puzzlement crossing her face. There could only be one person who could tell the mercenary guild what to do in the whole of Etrium. 

A thought seemed to cross her mind, and she reached for her purse, pulling out her phone. Her fingers flew over the screen as she conducted a quick search, then she turned the phone to Erik, her face pale.

"Is this the face of the woman behind the mask?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Erik's eyes went wide as he looked at the photo. It was Rebecca, no doubt about it. He looked up at Mira, confusion in his eyes. "Yes, it is her. What's the problem?" he asked, sensing her distress.

"How could you not know who she is?" Mira's voice was incredulous, her eyes wide with shock.

"Why should I know?" Erik's voice was filled with genuine confusion, his mind racing to make sense of Mira's reaction. "I mean, I guessed she was the daughter of someone important, but there are many people like her in the city, let alone in the country."

"No, Erik. She isn't merely an important person's daughter; she is the Fierce Lioness's daughter!" Mira's voice rang out, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Erik's heart stopped in his chest, the words echoing in his ears. The Fierce Lioness's daughter? 

The room was filled with silence as Erik and Mira stared at each other, the weight of the revelation settling over them. Erik just realized he made a rude remark to the daughter of the most powerful person in the whole nation. 

His face flushed with embarrassment, Erik felt a wave of regret wash over him. How could he have been so oblivious to her true identity? The Fierce Lioness was a name that commanded respect and struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls. 

Her reputation as a formidable leader and ruthless warrior was legendary, and now he had unknowingly insulted her daughter. The gravity of his mistake weighed heavily on Erik's mind, and he couldn't help but wonder what consequences awaited him for his thoughtless words.

"FUCK!"

(A.N: Sorry about this, I was uploading the chapters for the following week but ended up uploading one by mistake. Take this chapter as an extra one. Also, this means that I will upload a chapter less on the 21th, but it will be slightly longer.)