Strictly speaking, setting aside Empress Hilda's chaotic private life and overall personality, her looks were truly lethal.
On top of that, Empress Hilda's face was pale, her clothes disheveled, and she looked seriously injured and unable to move easily. Leaning weakly and helplessly against a wall in a dark alley like that... she looked very much in need of some special assistance, didn't she?
Besides, she was dressed in luxurious clothes.
She was very likely a woman from a wealthy family, perhaps even a Great Noble's household—a noble lady from a prestigious clan before this disaster, a woman these wandering professionals might never encounter in their entire lives under normal circumstances.
Thinking of it that way, wouldn't it make things even more exciting?
As the saying went, delusion was the world's strongest drug... In this Royal Capital, where slaughter was rampant tonight, they had already witnessed more than enough death, and their hands were stained with more than enough blood. Their nerves were like bowstrings stretched to the breaking point.
They couldn't take any more stimulation, especially not this deadly temptation that could lure the desires in their hearts into erupting.
Empress Hilda stared expressionlessly at the thugs surrounding her. There were four of them... and only one was barely easy on the eyes.
Her Majesty the Empress of the Dragon Race couldn't help frowning... Though she was weak, she was not yet so helpless that a few professionals no higher than mid-to-high level could humiliate her at will.
"You want me?" Empress Hilda smiled faintly and slowly rose to her feet. "But I can only accompany one of you."
The thugs' gazes became even more brazen, and their smiles more savage. The four of them approached little by little, as though they had found a priceless treasure.
The smile