Novel Full Chapter 1126: Felicity’s Request
Chapter 1126: Felicity’s Request
Quinlan strolled through the open air of his stronghold while his mind was still turning over the smithy’s work and the weight of decisions ahead. His steps were steady, at least until a sudden ripple in the air above pressed down on him.
He immediately dodged back just as a furious meteor landed in front of him in the form of Miss Brutalizer herself. A crater formed with her in its center.
“I demand a rematch!” Raika’s voice thundered.
“Hoh? I didn’t take you for someone who’d strike from blind spots.” His tone carried far too much confidence, and yet beneath it, his Still Heart had to work overtime for his pulse not to hammer. In truth, he had been a single heartbeat away from being flattened.
This woman was far too dangerous.
“Says the man who kept defeating me with underhanded tactics!” Raika shot back with furiously blazing eyes.
It took Quinlan a moment to register what she meant. He blinked, then couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh. You’re talking about the finger flicks and the princess holding?”
Raika’s gaze hardened instantly, her jaw tightening as if the words themselves were a challenge.
Quinlan, well aware of his limits, made his move before she could lunge right for his throat. His body lifted smoothly from the ground as he began to ascend toward the open air. “As much fun as this is, I’ve got skulls to bash in Greenvale. Why don’t you come along? You can compete with me for the kill count. Maybe you’ll be able to start turning the tally.”
Raika narrowed her eyes even further as her voice dropped to a low murmur. “You’re running away.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Quinlan shot back with a grin. “It’s just that my schedule is far too packed.”
Raika scoffed, standing tall amidst the rubble. “Fine. But I demand a duel the moment we return home!”
Quinlan chuckled and dipped lower in his flight until he landed lightly beside her. His hand came up in a casual thumbs-up. The wild, dangerous tension had receded for now.
“Deal,” he said simply with a relaxed expression, even though sweat still cooled at the nape of his neck.
Quinlan and Raika made their way through the stronghold’s grounds with the earlier clash hanging unspoken between them. He could feel her sharp gaze on him, constantly measuring, even evaluating the rhythm of his stride as if he were a weapon she was testing for flaws.
It was… exhilarating.
Having her focus on him like this was a rush in its own right, especially considering that not long ago, she wouldn’t have spared him even a passing glare, ignoring his very existence. Now? Now she was practically dissecting him with her eyes.
And yes, he would admit that her intensity was just a bit nerve-wracking. But so what?
Quinlan wasn’t about to complain. Dangerous women were, frankly, the bread and butter of his deepest, most shameless fetishes. Ordinary women were nice. Cute girls were awesome. But women who looked at him like they were two seconds away from breaking his jaw or ripping off his clothes? That was where the real fun began.
Raika was exactly that type: a lioness who could wrestle him on the battlefield and then, if the stars aligned, duel him in the bedroom. To Quinlan, that wasn’t terrifying. That was practically a religious experience.
Honestly, it wasn’t his fault. The universe simply kept throwing terrifyingly hot women at him, and he… graciously accepted them as the trials of a true man of culture.
Soon Rosie’s tree came into view. Beneath it, a gathering of warriors was tightening armor straps, checking weapons, and murmuring to one another in sharp tones. The air was alive with anticipation.
Maids darted between them, hands full of trays and bundles, ensuring that every fighter was fed, hydrated, and well supplied before the departure.
The hum of preparation stilled for a moment when a small gasp cut across the clearing.
Felicity, the young princess, had spotted him. Her cheeks turned rosy as she darted forward. Her light steps were barely keeping up with her excitement. Behind her came Feng with arms crossed, lips curved in a smirk that radiated nothing but smug self-satisfaction.
Felicity stopped in front of him, and her fingers began twisting nervously at the hem of her skirt. “I-I’m sorry to hold you up,” she blurted quickly, “but when you get back… I hope you’ll let me speak with you, Lord Black. It’s something… important.”
Quinlan’s brow lifted, and before answering, his gaze slipped toward Feng. The oriental teen met his eyes without flinching, chin tilted upward. She was far too smug for her own good, giving him the urge to flick her forehead and call her a cheeky brat.
But he resisted.
Instead, a quiet chuckle rumbled out of him. “What did you do this time?” he murmured, more to himself than her.
Felicity’s cheeks heated even further, and she shook her head quickly as if to refuse being drawn into it. “I-I’ll wait! Just… when you can.” She retreated a step, then another, until she had melted back into the edge of the gathering. There, she clasped her hands behind her back and watched the warriors with bright, sparkly eyes.
Feng, however, remained firmly planted beside them. She was part of the group, after all.
Quinlan let the amusement fade from his lips as he swept his gaze over the assembled warriors. “Are we ready?”
“Looks like it,” Vex replied. Her voice was outright sing-song in its brightness. She was positively glowing as her eyes moved toward Raika. “I see you brought backup, Hubby~”
Quinlan sighed dryly at the gleam in his yandere lover’s eyes, while Raika gave the Hexwitch a showing of her middle finger. Both of them.
Vex only giggled in response.
Quinlan, deciding it was time, stepped forward, lifting his hand to summon the portal. The mana gathered smoothly, but then a ripple of gasps broke out.
His women’s voices wavered.
Quinlan turned, his mana collapsing back into stillness.
There she was.
Black Fang was no longer at ease by the window, no longer content to bask in the sun’s rise. She was dressed for war now, which for her meant dressing in her combat robes that sported very little actual armor. Her katana was sheathed at her side, while her expression remained unreadable as always.
Her presence carried no theatrics, no overt menace, and yet the clearing seemed to shrink around her.
“Lady Black Fang… Can I help you?”