Chapter 20: Silver Goddess
Lady Seraphina Sterling was terrifying in full combat armor but she was somehow infinitely more dangerous when she dressed casually.
The eldest daughter of the house was currently wearing a highly fitted dark velvet corset dress that violently accentuated her impossibly generous chest and hips.
The fabric tightly hugged every single scandalous curve of her athletic body while a slit up the side of her long skirt revealed highly toned legs encased in sheer black stockings.
Her waterfall of silver hair was left entirely loose and perfectly cascaded down her back like liquid moonlight.
She walked directly toward the restricted reading area situated directly beneath the tall wooden ladder where Leon was currently perched. She ignored her surroundings and casually summoned a massive ancient leather bound tome from a nearby shelf using a simple wave of her hand and highly concentrated telekinesis.
Seraphina gracefully seated herself on an incredibly plush velvet armchair and crossed her long legs perfectly while opening the massive book onto her lap.
The entire library was saturated with her oppressive crimson aura serving as an invisible warning for anyone foolish enough to disturb her reading time.
Leon remained perfectly still at the top of his ladder observing the untamed goddess with his passive Aura Sight.
The magical energy wildly flowing through her veins was so incredibly dense and violently powerful that it actually hurt his eyes to look directly at her core. She was a master level Aura Knight fully capable of reducing the entire library to ashes with a single swing of her blade.
He seriously considered activating his Stealth Cloak and silently retreating to a different section of the archives just to guarantee his own survival.
[DING!]
The unhinged crystal bell echoed in his skull and violently illuminated the dusty top shelf with a highly obnoxious neon pink glow.
[Overlapping Arc Quest Issued: The Critic of the Goddess]
[Context: A true degenerate never misses an opportunity to shatter expectations. Announce your presence with absolute shamelessness.]
[Objective: Intentionally drop your feather duster perfectly onto her lap, climb down the ladder, stare directly at her exposed cleavage, and boldly inform her she has terrible taste in literature.]
[Reward: +20 Agility, Skill ’Aura Step’, 150 Shameless Points.]
[Failure Penalty: The Host will lose all vision in his right eye permanently rendering his depth perception entirely useless in combat.]
Leon stared at the floating digital text and massaged his temples to ward off the massive headache rapidly building behind his eyes.
The System was accelerating its suicidal demands and dropping objects onto the lap of a highly volatile Aura Knight was essentially begging for decapitation. However the promised rewards were absolutely astronomical.
Twenty Agility points and a movement skill would make him incredibly fast while losing an eye would guarantee his quick death in this brutal world.
He took a slow deep breath and channeled his forty five Charisma points to project an aura of fearless confidence.
Leon positioned himself perfectly directly above her velvet armchair. He casually extended his right hand over the edge of the tall wooden shelf and released his firm grip on the highly expensive feather duster.
Gravity took over and the wooden handle plummeted twenty feet through the air in absolute silence.
The duster landed perfectly squarely right in the center of the open pages resting on Seraphina’s lap with a loud highly disrespectful smack that echoed across the quiet library.
The suffocating crimson aura filling the room violently instantly condensed into a highly concentrated wave of pure murderous intent.
Seraphina froze her reading and slowly raised her incredibly perfect face to look directly upward toward the ceiling. Her violet eyes were blazing with absolute terrifying fury at the sheer astronomical audacity of someone dropping garbage onto her lap.
Leon simply offered her a highly calm confident smirk and smoothly began to descend the tall wooden ladder. His enhanced physical stats made his movements incredibly fluid and entirely devoid of any trembling fear.
He reached the marble floor and casually stepped directly into her personal space.
The sheer gravitational pressure of her anger aggressively pushed against his newly acquired Mana Skin but the invisible magical armor held firm and allowed him to stand perfectly straight.
Seraphina slowly stood up from her velvet armchair and allowed the heavy leather bound tome to violently crash onto the floor.
She was surprisingly tall for a woman and her high heels put her violet eyes perfectly level with his own. She glared at him and instantly recognized his newly refined handsome face from their highly tense encounter in the kitchens just yesterday.
"You are the arrogant floor sweeper who insulted my guards," Seraphina hissed softly in a voice that promised an agonizingly painful death.
She slowly reached her hand down toward her thigh where a sharp concealed silver dagger was strapped against her sheer stocking.
"It seems Beatrice made a massive mistake promoting you to the upper wing because I am going to sever your hands from your wrists for throwing trash at me."
Leon ignored her lethal threat.
He boldly allowed his magnetic dark eyes to slowly drop down from her furious face and stare directly at the heavy generous swell of her deep cleavage heavily exposed by her tight corset dress.
He lingered there for two full seconds fulfilling the system’s unhinged requirements before smoothly returning his gaze to her violet eyes.
"You have terrible taste in literature Lady Seraphina," Leon stated smoothly in a deep highly resonant voice laced with his massive Charisma stat. "That book on ancient imperial taxation is quite a bore and unsuitable for a woman of your incredible talents."
Seraphina stopped breathing.
Her mind failed to process the sheer reality of the situation.
A common servant was actively staring directly at her highly exposed chest and casually insulting her reading choices instead of dropping to his knees and begging for his pathetic life.
Her passive Lie Detector aura violently violently shattered from pure red murderous rage into a wildly chaotic swirling storm of absolute shock deep confusion and highly highly inappropriate amusement.
"You are out of your mind," Seraphina whispered softly while releasing her firm grip on her concealed silver dagger.
[DING!]
[Quest Completed Successfully!]
[Your right eye remains perfectly entirely functional and highly perceptive.]
[Distributing Rewards: +20 Agility, Skill ’Aura Step’ Acquired, 150 Shameless Points.]
A sudden explosive refreshing wave of pure pure lightness violently cascaded down Leon’s spine as his Agility stat skyrocketed to a monstrous fifty five points.
The newly acquired Aura Step skill perfectly burned itself directly into his nervous system granting him the ability to violently cross short distances with near teleportation speed.
He mentally acknowledged his highly massive rewards while continuing to stand unfazed in front of the Silver Goddess.
Seraphina slowly crossed her arms tightly beneath her generous chest intentionally aggressively heavily heavily pressing her cleavage upward in a highly subconscious display of dominance.
She leaned slightly forward and narrowed her beautiful violet eyes at his confident face.
"You possess absolutely zero mana and zero aura Leon," Seraphina stated coldly while carefully inspecting his tailored uniform.
"Yet you humiliated the guard yesterday and you show zero fear standing directly in my strike zone. You are either foolish or have something up your sleeve, and you don’t strike me as a fool. So let me satisfy my curiosity"
Before Leon could register her words or utter a highly smooth response her right arm violently blurred into motion.
She did not summon her magic but her sheer physical base speed as a master Aura Knight was astronomically terrifying.
Her open palm aggressively launched toward his throat in a highly lethal crushing grip designed to instantly drop him to the floor.
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