Chapter 158 - Am I Right? (1/2)
When Motus entered, the first thing Jomel saw is an extremely beautiful lady.
Her two mountain peaks are big, and her thighs and stomach are better looking than a lady with an hourglass body, with a face of a Japanese girl with short hair, but different from every Japanese lady in real life he recalled in the past, this one has little fat, more like a sexy thick fantasy Japanese lady.
This face can only be seen in fantasy, her arms and feet are covered with soft thin fur, and nine tails at her back are shining from time to time with black pink color like a firefly in the dark, her forehead had a tattoo of a Cresent moonscape like a thing that compliments her very looks.
But that is not the reason why the lady in front of Jomel right now is outstanding for him, even though she was in a combat form, jomel notices her pureness like the first girl who made him first in love in this world, yes, the lady in front of him is releasing the same vibe and feel like the soul of the bloody doll that gave him his first heartbreak and his crimson eyes.
He is admiring her pureness just like the bloody girl, the only difference is that the bloody doll is exuding a pure motherly and ladylike aura while this girl is sweet, innocent, and timid that is quite noticeable in how she stands, at the same time that the way she stands is not lacking battle experience that makes the contrast between her timid persona and experience more attractive.
This is the kind of girl he never wants to touch, he likes the strong woman because he can't help but feeling responsible whenever she dated a timid girl like this one in his past life.
”Hello, there…” After entering, motus bowed to the beautiful lady in front, which is a contrast from motus that jomel is used to, he knew motus is evil, poison, and blood but this time, he is looking elegant, his elegance is like that of a ruler and a schemer, his elegance is showing dangerous vibe to jomel.
”My name is Sunfang, madmwazel…” and this Motus smiled reached he is again with his eyes glints an evil light.
While Motus introducing himself as sunfang, the lady is shaken by motus introduction, clearly states that she was so shocked, she couldn't believe what is happening. 'What? This is sunfang…?'
'He is not…!' Fenliar hurriedly denied 'I know sunfang, he lacks manner, he's wild, independent who doesn't have any social etiquette and he may be powerful but the sunfang I know won't show this kind of dangerous vibe…'
'Then who is he…?' Hella inquired.
'I don't know myself, use your ability to observe him, he may be a level 39 but my senses are screaming of danger…' Fenliar warned her, in this world of soul-beast, the level is not the proper base of power, and the outcome of winning in a fight, a higher level being can be defeated by a lower level foe.
It can be those who attack first, an advantage of energy form attacks or types like the flame is weak to water, unique moves, and what kind of beasts specie are they, a legendary, rare, semi-mythical and so on… The best example is her, killing those prisoners who are higher level than her by her curses.