Chapter 3: Gentle Little Kitty

In the eyes of spellcasters, "love" is merely a plaything to toy with when bored. The long life of a spellcaster gradually numbs them to emotion, and "love" is the most passionate, yet the shortest-lived and most fragile of all emotions. Spellcasters would rather indulge in carnal desires than sink into the so-called "quicksand of love."

A wise grand arcanist conducted a study over a span of 180 years, concluding that over 95% of "love" has a shelf-life of only three years, its continuity even less durable than "slime saliva."

The so-called "love" is but a mere interlude in the life of a spellcaster – perhaps dazzling but very short-lived. It will drag you away from the path of "eternity," leading you further and further away. – "Love in the Eyes of Spellcasters," Preface.

A forgotten spellcaster wrote this article in his twilight years, realizing only at the brink of death that the "love" he pursued throughout his life was absurdly fragile, as delicate as a hymen – easily pierced and broken.

His writing was included as a must-read in the "Spellcaster's Manual."

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Felix eyed the 'prey' before him with an amused gaze, a mature woman, ripe as a juicy peach with thin skin and thick flesh, one that would ripple like water waves at the slightest squeeze.

Mature women can unwittingly provoke a man's desires. This is the charm that time bestows upon them, a natural and brewing sensual temptation.

The stunning hostess, initially panicked, quickly calmed down. As a skilled assassin, as a mature woman who can be described as a 'beauty,' she possessed intelligence that transcended ordinary people. She giggled seductively, deliberately thrusting out her enormous breasts, which nearly knocked Felix, who only came up to her shoulders, off balance.

Poor Felix, taken aback by the overwhelming "flesh attack," almost accidentally activated his "Death's Touch."

The sight of Felix's embarrassment made the woman laugh even more, her mature and coquettish body quaking, revealing patches of skin as white as snow, her full breasts nearly bursting through her thin top, bouncing right up to Felix's face.

The alluring Pusaya lady looked at Felix with tempting eyes, her tongue teasingly licking her red lips. She lowered her head slightly, her breath as fragrant as orchids, "My handsome master, how do you plan to punish me?"

The assassin's instinct told her that Felix had no intention of taking her life, or he would have acted when the magic circle activated. If not killing her, then the options left for what a man could do to her were quite limited…

The stunning hostess did not mind engaging in some pleasurable and interesting 'activities' with Felix and even had a faint sense of anticipation.

"Compared to thorny roses, I prefer gentle little kitties." Felix donned his robe, casually walked to the candelabrum, took out two crystal glasses, and filled them with deep red wine. He then slowly approached the alluring Pusaya lady.

"Magic dispelled."

With a graceful motion, Felix dispersed the magic circle and handed the crystal goblet to the stunningly beautiful proprietress.

"Do you know? You're gambling with your life. I can snap your neck in 0.5 seconds," the striking proprietress was no longer in shock, her questioning gaze fixed on the handsome young man who was acting unpredictably before her. She felt curious and slightly drawn to him. The elegance and madness deep within him made her shudder and excited her.

With his right hand, Felix gently stroked the woman's beautiful golden hair and carefully rearranged her disheveled clothes, covering the half-exposed, snow-white fullness of her chest. His expression was serious, filled with a tenderness like that of a husband helping his wife dress.

"I'm just a lowly bastard, born of a lowly female slave, a half-breed. Why shouldn't I risk my life?" Felix looked closely at the woman before him, truly beautiful and alluring. He smiled faintly, "Except for my life, I have nothing."

"Except for my life, I have nothing..."

The stunning proprietress murmured the phrase, feeling an inexplicable pain in her heart, as if being stabbed.

"If I'm not mistaken, the knights who were supposed to protect me are either all dead or under your control," Felix raised his crystal goblet with a casual smile, "This wine tastes good."

"What do you want? What are you willing to give?" The bewitching Pusaya woman looked at the man before her with a dazed expression, this man who was crazy to the core, or perhaps, just a boy...

"You are a skilled assassin, and also, quite beautiful," Felix turned to gaze out the window at the bright moon. Moonlight filtered through the crimson wine and cast a reflection on the snow-white carpet, like a painting.

"I want to know who is so interested in my life!" Felix raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth adorned with a playful smile, "All I can offer is my friendship."

"Your friendship?" The woman was puzzled.

"Yes!" Felix nodded seriously, looking at the woman with an almost solemn gaze, and said in a deep voice, "The friendship of Felix Fairmuth!"

The stunning proprietress was struck by Felix's confidence and arrogance. She looked at the exceptionally handsome young man before her for a long time, then suddenly broke into a charming smile, like a quietly blooming peony, "I accept your friendship!"

"Then, beautiful lady, I believe I should know your name," Felix raised his glass, a smile on his face, and his previously raised left hand quietly dropped...

"Betty, Betty Artemis." The Pusaya people worship the moon goddess Diana and the hunting goddess Artemis. In Pusaya tradition, women who gain the favor of the goddesses can use the goddesses' names as their surnames, a great honor!

Some say that the moon goddess and the hunting goddess are the same person, while others believe Diana and Artemis are twin sisters. Regardless, the important thing is that the hunting goddess Artemis is the protector of shadows, the guardian deity of female assassins. Female assassins with the surname Artemis are known as — 'Beloved of the Goddess.'

Betty Artemis looked at Felix with a peculiar gaze, studying the man she couldn't quite figure out, and finally said in an admiring tone, "You're a madman!"

Felix laughed, a noble smile as if a mask, insincere and proud, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Well, a toast to the madman!" Betty Artemis looked at Felix with misty and seductive eyes, the corners of her mouth curved like a crescent moon.

Felix raised his glass and said, "To getting into the goddess's bed, cheers!"

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"Besides the enemies of the Fairmuths, there are also nobles in the capital who don't want Lady Elizabeth to receive the support of the Fairmuth fortune," the enchanting Pusaya woman left Felix with an exceedingly long and sweet French kiss. As she left, she whispered in his ear, "If you're strong enough, I wouldn't mind being someone's docile little kitten..."

In the departing woman's giggling laughter, Felix stroked his chin thoughtfully, "That's not a bad idea."

Then he turned to the darkness behind the louvered curtains and smiled, "Beautiful lady of the night, don't you think it's quite immoral to ruin a wonderful and interesting evening?"