Novel Full Chapter 1535 Drops of Dew [Bonus]
[Bonus thanks to Borakthrash <3 can’t wait for the rat colony I released into your home to find the peanut butter I slathered in your boxers. Byebye borak junior] Cassarae’s eyes shot open and she hurried to sit up, grabbing at her sword. Her hand hit nothing but air, and yet the blade still shot out from across the room and entered her palm in a flash. It somehow felt that no matter how far away the sword would have been, it would have still entered Cassarae’s palm with the same timing.
Sylas, who barely tilted his head out of the way of being decapitated, could feel the clear intent in the blade as though it was written before him itself.
That sword wasn’t normal, nor was the necklace that could increase Luck either. Cassarae looked ready for battle, but then she seemed to notice Sylas, and then looked down at herself and shook her head.
“Did I have to be naked for this?”
Her breasts fell in beautiful drops of dew. The way the border of her areolas was just the slightest bit darker than her lush skin almost drew you in as though to entice you to find just where it started and ended.
“You had severe wounds,” Sylas said, looking at her breasts as though they were her eyes.
“Yeah? And you’re a doctor now?”
“I’ve always been a doctor,” Sylas replied.
Cassarae rolled her eyes. “You really are shameless. You’re a PhD, not an MD.”
“And yet you’re in perfect health now.”
Cassarae held up a middie finger, and Sylas’ lips only curled the slightest bit.
She pulled herself out of bed, half surprised that Sylas had actually kept her underwear on. Then less surprised when she noticed it was a pair she didn’t recognize.
She let her sword go and it pierced right through the ground of Sylas’ room, but she didn’t seem to care as she lifted her leg over Sylas, straddling him in his chair, her breasts practically swaying like a carrot on a stick in front of his nose.
“Am 12” Cassarae asked. “I have two questions for you. Answer them well and maybe I’ll reward you.”
Sylas looked up at her, waiting. There wasn’t even the slightest bit of nervousness on his face, as though he knew he would get what he wanted.
On the one hand, this irritated her.
On the other, it was exactly this sort of arrogance that drew her to him so much.
“First question, did you keep your promise?”
Cassarae’s steely blue eyes jumped from one of Sylas’ eyes to the other, scanning him as though looking for a lie. Though, if she knew anything about Sylas, it was that in situations like this one, his Pride was too great to lie.
As annoying as he was, she didn’t believe that he had ever lied to her a single time in his fe, which was part of what usually made his words so irritating.
“I always keep my promises,” Sylas replied.
Cassarae felt a part of her lower body clench, and she was wondering why this bastard hadn’t put his hands on her hips yet. Was he trying to piss her off?
“Second question, am I prettier now, or was I prettier before?”
Cassarae grinned, her cute little canines flashing with a silvery light as the room’s rays bounced off of them. She felt it was the perfect sort of trap question, the sort that was practically impossible to answer without offending her one way or another.
“Let me see,” Sylas replied.
Cassarae blinked in confusion. “Let you see what?”
Sylas’ telekinesis plucked Cassarae off of him. As she moved through the air, he spoke. “I haven’t seen you from the most important angle yet.”
Cassarae was placed down between Sylas’ legs as he leaned back in his chair.
“Show me and I’ll give you your answer.”
Cassarae looked up at him, her forearms and palms on his quads. Her chest flushed, her heart beating out of her chest. Before she knew what was happening, her hands practically moved on their own—not due to Sylas’ telekinesis, but their own movement instead.
She fished it out, feeling its warmth in her palms and pressing her lips to its tip.
“Don’t think this is over. I still want my answer.”
The longer her sentence went on, the more muffled it became until her voice was completely inaudible. Her throat was occupied by something far more substantial than biting words.
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“GET OFF OF ME!”
Fowler got up with a roar, the room around him being devastated by his aura.
He had never felt so humiliated in his lifetime.
His crowning achievement, his work to end all works, was completely ravaged by a power he didn’t understand. It was like the moment it appeared, he wasn’t allowed to use his Rune Mastery at all.
Those that chose to follow Fowler here half shook in terror and half looked toward one another, feeling that maybe they had made a mistake.
This man… he was far too unstable. Maybe being unstable would be fine if he won— what genius wouldn’t be a bit eccentric? But not only was he unstable, he was a complete and utter loser.
He tried to regain control of the situation, but the enemy he had made out of a mere F- tier didn’t even deem him worthy of a response before destroying months of work in a single go.
It would take too long to recover from this, and the Dyson Swarm might not even be ready for the final stretch of the Milky Way’s recovery.
Silently, they all made their plans to leave. If they randomly died to one of his fits, who would they even complain to?
As these plans were formulating, though, what they expected least of all was to suddenly be visited. Well… the first thing they heard was a voice.
“Fowler Leava… I heard many great things about you, but I didn’t expect you to have fallen so very far…”
The voice was impossibly sweet, the kind of sweet that made you just shy of sick to the stomach.
it came from a woman, to be sure, and it tickled at your ears and pressed against your lower belly as though whispering sweet nothings.
“Do you want to know what caused you to lose so badly? Or would you like to continue moping here?”
The projection of a woman formed out of rotating pink rose petals.
Fowler looked up and his eyes narrowed.
“You’re the daughter of the current Matriarch of the Petals of the Seeing Thorn.” “Incorrect. I am Sulvado Kaelthar’s wife, future Matriarch of the Kaelthar Clan,” she corrected sweetly.