Whether it was Catherine or Asina, each was beautiful in her own unique way, and when these two enchanting won ca together, the allure intensified beyond any asure.
The people living here were mostly experienced and worldly, having seen many pretty won, but never had they seen won of such beauty.
Catherine, clad in her crimson battle armor, accentuated her tall and athletic figure, her long red hair flowing like a blaze behind her, a constant fla igniting the primal heat within the male gaze.
Especially those long, slender legs that swayed as she walked, captivating the soul.
In contrast, Asina’s charm took a different direction, voluptuous and alluring, every movent, smile, and frown akin to an enchanting demon.
The loose-fitting magician’s robe failed to conceal her almost explosive figure, the curves between her chest, waist, hips, and legs were the most provocative.
Her silhouette was enough to make any woman feel inferior.
Her pale complexion and unsteady gait, needing support to walk, added a sickly beauty that invoked pity at first sight.
Along the way, they attracted countless gazes.
Those almost undisguised glances irritated Catherine and Asina.
Had it been according to their previous characters, they might have already gouged those eyes out.
Though it seed like Catherine was supporting Asina, it was clear that Asina was the leader, the clever Great Mage astutely deducing that this port was where Rose Vesper observed and spied on them.
This place was bustling and crowded, perfect for hiding.
As for the lake, it was rely Rose Vesper’s diversion.
"I’m hungry, let’s find a place to eat," Asina thought for a mont and whispered.
If Rose Vesper wanted to observe from the shadows, let her watch to her heart’s content.
Once Rose Vesper confird they weren’t lying, she would naturally reveal the actual eting place. Until then, they needed to act and wait.
Asina didn’t bother to search for Rose Vesper’s whereabouts, knowing there were many ways to spy covertly that didn’t require Rose Vesper’s presence. The True Eye alone could suffice, or even recruiting a few locals in the port, which wasn’t difficult for Rose Vesper.
"Let’s find an opportunity to showcase so power later," Asina murmured quietly.
"Wouldn’t that make Rose Vesper wary?" Catherine raised her eyebrows.
With a smile in her eyes, Asina shook her head slightly: "No, if we both act timidly, that would make Rose Vesper suspicious. After all, a person’s character can’t suddenly change without reason."
"Even if you display your power, it would only make Rose Vesper think I’m relying on your strength to request the Resurrection Technique before my body fully recovers."
Catherine nodded imperceptibly, understanding within.
In a place like this, it was easy to find a chance to showcase their power.
Even without seeking it out, the opportunity would present itself—it was unavoidable.
As expected by Catherine, as the two were about to find a restaurant for a proper al, a group already blocked their way before they even got close.
Judging by their attire, they seed to be rcenaries.
This appeared to be a rather formidable rcenary group, with the leading man clad in armor forged from fine steel, marred by the marks of savage beast and demon claws, a two-handed heavy sword hanging at his waist.
The man was nearly two ters tall, making the originally tall won Catherine and Asina seem petite beside him.
A rugged face, eyes shining with a sinister light.
A strange grin twisted the scar on his face, making it look even more nacing and eerie.
Around him were seven or eight n, including thieves, archers, knights, and magicians—a well-rounded team.
Though their professions varied, the sa thing was etched on their faces: wicked, greedy smirks, their almost ravenous gazes brazenly sweeping over Catherine and Asina.
Never had they encountered such beautiful won, and the dark fla within their chests was on the verge of erupting.
It seed these were no ordinary won, especially the fiery female warrior with a heavy crimson sword on her back—she didn’t appear easy to provoke.
But so what?
This was Algeciras Port.
They were the bosses here.
No woman targeted by their brotherhood ever escaped.
What, you say they’re bastards?
Indeed, they were bastards.
Good won shouldn’t co here; on the Sky Do Continent, who didn’t know this was a haven of sin... Won, especially beautiful ones, coming here better be ready for an unusual experience.
Moreover, with these two’s looks, if they didn’t make a move, soone else eventually would, so why not strike first?
The leading man, brewing malicious thoughts, let the grin on his scarred face grow, stretching his lips into an exaggerated smile: "Ah, two beautiful ladies, might I have the honor of inviting you both..."
He spoke in a pretentious tone, mimicking the aristocratic high society.
He was a commoner, a lucky one who had mastered advanced fighting energy to great success, disdaining the nobles’ antics yet inadvertently revealing his envy through his words.
Under normal circumstances, two won surrounded by seven or eight n would likely be pale with fright, trembling.
Perhaps they’d willingly hand over money, begging for rcy. Of course, he loved money, but he wanted the won too.
The leading man assud Catherine and Asina would react similarly, yet what unfolded left the n astonished.
Before he even finished speaking, Catherine’s eyebrows had already tightly knit into a frown, clearly impatient with their advances, her lips parting to utter one word: "Scram..."
Hiss!
At these words, the n reeled in shock.
Wow, how long had it been since they’d encountered a rose with thorns like this.
These two won, could they be nobles from so small country? Having learned so fighting energy and magic, they naively ventured into the Sky Do Continent, looking down on others.
They’d encountered such naive noble ladies before, won who didn’t grasp how dangerous the world was.
That noble lady provided them a taste of true pleasure.
After all, commoner won didn’t keep themselves as well, their skin not nearly as delicate and tender as noble ladies’. They worried they might ruin them with too much force.
They couldn’t forget the sight of that noble lady begging for rcy beneath them.
As for her fate? After extorting a ransom, they disposed of her.
Just as they relished one, here ca another.
The nine n exchanged glances, each seeing excitent and malice in the others’ eyes, chuckling uncontrollably with wicked laughter.
They were already contemplating how to handle these two ignorant won.
Catherine’s face turned entirely dark, her eyes afla, she withdrew the heavy sword from her back with one hand, her cold gaze brushing over them: "I’ll say it again, scram..."
"Tch..."
"Girl, no need to be so fiery." The leading man leered, unable to contain himself, reaching a filthy claw towards Catherine’s fair face.
Sss!
Before that claw could touch Catherine’s cheek, it abruptly halted mid-air.
The man’s face froze suddenly, his entire body like a puppet, unmoving on the spot.
In the faintly perceptible silence ca an eerie sound.
Soon after, blood-red beads began to seep from the man’s neck.
In the next second, a bald head rolled to the ground, tumbling far away.
Dead!
A casual kill.
This was the true Catherine, the real Crimson Valkyrie!
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