Felix felt that his self-control around beautiful females had reached a nearly devilish level!
Last night, he had cuddled with the usually noisy angelic sister, resting his head on her full and soft chest, and had fallen asleep just like that, sleeping soundly until the break of dawn. It wasn't until the next morning, when a white, bare leg was draped over his waist, that he was awakened by the angelic sister turning over to a more comfortable position.
After pushing away the leg on his waist and the arm around his neck, Felix finally escaped the octopus-like grip and sat up.
The angelic sister's sleeping position was far from ladylike, to put it simply, she slept in whatever position she found most comfortable, draping her white, bare leg over anything within reach.
Her dress was pulled down quite a bit, revealing a fair amount of her full and firm chest, which appeared particularly glaring in the morning sun. The hem of her dress was relatively neat, just rolled up to the top of her thighs, which were crossed, revealing just a hint of a gap.
Remembering that the angelic sister seemed to have a strong aversion to intimate garments like underwear, Felix curiously peeped into the gap, but unfortunately, he didn't find pure black or golden hair, he just saw smooth, clean, pink and hairless...
This view strangely didn’t ignite Felix’s desire, but instead, he felt a sense of awe—for God, for the angelic figure before him!
When the sweet breakfast was brought into the room, the sleepy angelic sister woke up right on time. She picked a glass of milk from Felix's tray and started brushing her teeth against the window with a soft-bristled toothbrush.
Felix shook his head helplessly. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he looked up and said, “Didn’t we forget something last night?”
The angelic sister rinsed her mouth with milk, looked up in confusion, and said, “Did we forget something?”
“Didn’t we miss the perfect opportunity to ambush them?” Felix slapped his forehead. Last night, he was so exhilarated from being held by the angelic sister with his hands pressed against those two ‘big white rabbits’ that he was too worked up to sleep until it was almost morning.
Two a.m. was not only the enemy's most tired time but also Felix's. After days of travel, once he fell into deep sleep, he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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“Why should we ambush them?” the angelic sister asked while pinching a donut and looking up at Felix, genuinely puzzled.
Felix thought to himself, "Damn it..."
Finally, his expression of helplessness jogged the angelic sister's memory; she slapped her forehead and exclaimed, “Right! We were supposed to ambush them last night!”
Felix thought again, "Damn it..."
Watching Felix’s expression shift from helplessness to grievance, the angelic sister couldn’t help but burst into giggles, shaking with laughter and even knocking over Felix’s cup of Atlantiye tea. She pinched Felix’s cheek and giggled, “I hate all this fighting and killing stuff.”
“If she wants me to return, then I'll return,” the angelic sister said nonchalantly, her head tilted back in pride, “She didn’t say I couldn't come back after returning. I can just return in a couple of days.”
Felix was stunned, but after a while, he nodded and finally said, “Good idea.”
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As the two stepped out of the room, the woman suspected to be the legendary Princess Helen, whom the angelic sister claimed to have seen before, hadn't left her room, and the middle-aged knight with an intense murderous aura stood rigidly outside her door, like a statue cast in silver.
Felix learned from others that the fierce knight had been standing outside the mysterious woman’s door since last night, nearly motionless.
“A knight’s near-obsessive guardianship faith…” Felix admired the expressionless middle-aged knight from a distance, feeling a sense of respect.
While Felix didn’t know what the knight believed in or guarded, he was amazed by his terrible determination. Such steadfastness was not a one-time occurrence. Only a firm belief and will could sustain someone in this way.
Staying awake all night is one thing, but standing motionless outside a door without moving is something not everyone can do. If it was a whole night of vigil, even the toughest person would struggle to endure it! Only a "Sacred Coffin Knight," dominated by faith, could achieve this!
Felix now strongly suspected that the knight before him was the rumored shadow of Emperor Jupiter, the legendary The Silver Hand! A being as strong as, if not stronger than, a Sacred Coffin Knight.
“I want to see your master,” the angelic sister declared, ignoring the knight’s intimidating presence and looking down at the slightly shorter middle-aged knight with pride.
Few knew that the best build for a warrior was between 1.6 to 1.8 meters tall. Below this height, the damage potential is insufficient, and above it, the agility in attack suffers.
One meter seventy is the optimal height for a knight. Once a knight’s height exceeds one meter eighty, it means they will be at a disadvantage in battles against much shorter opponents. A knight who has to stoop in battle dies faster than others.
Clang!
The Crusher of Realms barred the angelic sister’s way, preventing her reaching hand towards the door, as the knight watched the two with icy eyes, a surge of killing intent emanating from him.
“Let them in,” a languid, seductive female voice came from the room, with a hint of attachment to the soft bed, sounding like a mermaid lazing in bed, making Felix shiver.
It wasn’t comfort but unease...