A Troublesome Woman

The stench of blood, burnt meat, and a mixture of excrement and urine... made this place a true hell on earth.

The sounds of burning flames, crackling ice, thunderclaps, screams of agony, and wailing in despair mingled together to form a prelude to the dead.

Demon...

That woman is the real devil.

The Minotaur's courage and pride were mercilessly crushed to pieces under the raging magic. They threw down their weapons, no longer having the courage to face the Witch, and turned to run, wanting to get as far away from this thin, weak woman as possible.

Natia appears to be very quiet, but once you anger her, her temper is even more fiery than Ekaterina's.

She had been fighting for a day and a night, yet she felt no fatigue whatsoever. Looking at the Minotaur running wildly and in disarray on the ground, a cruel smile appeared on her narrow face.

Natia gently opened her hands, her expression gradually turning solemn. She slowly crossed her hands towards her chest, as if praying to the boundless starry sky.

A surge of powerful Magic Power, raging wildly in mid-air like a storm, enveloped Natia's entire body; the dense Magic Power was almost liquefied.

Before I knew it, the pitch-black night sky had turned orange-red.

The dark clouds turned into fiery clouds.

The temperature was rapidly rising, the scorching heat distorting the air, instantly drying up the bloody swamp on the ground, and quickly turning the Minotaur's mangled corpse into a desiccated mummy.

The terrifying power caused even the fleeing Minotaur to stop in their tracks. They stared blankly and fearfully at the sky above, where the darkness had been dispelled and replaced by huge, blazing fireballs.

Even high in the sky, the fireball appeared enormous, completely obscuring the moon's light.

As for the sheer number of these giant fireballs, the Minotaur simply couldn't fathom it; they only knew there were many, many, many...

The next moment, countless flames rained down from the sky like hail.

As the distance drew closer, the fireball continued to expand, and no one could imagine the terrifying energy contained within that house-sized fireball.

Their thick legs could only tremble incessantly before this terrifying power. Countless Minotaur couldn't help but let out desperate cries. The surging energy suppressed their bodies and their legs. They stood hunched over, waiting for their death judgment to arrive.

Transcendent Magic.

Skyfire Meteor.

The same magic that Qin Chu taught Candice.

It is the most basic of the Transcendent Magic, but even so, Transcendent Magic is still Transcendent Magic. Its power is something that ordinary Magic Creature cannot withstand. It is an energy that can change the color of the sky and make the earth tremble.

Crimson red reflected on the Minotaur's despairing face and the curled mane.

Its enormous pupils had been completely replaced by the color of flames.

The verdict of the trial has been delivered.

Countless enormous fireballs enveloped a vast area spanning a kilometer, the scorching flames engulfing the Minotaur one by one.

Rumble...

The loud noise, like thunder from an earthquake, echoed all around.

These Minotaur didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were instantly reduced to ashes.

The fireball crashed to the ground, creating a violent explosion. The combined bursts of energy generated a tremendous shockwave, instantly shattering boulders a kilometer away and sending sand flying everywhere.

The trees in the jungle were instantly snapped, and even the distant mountain peaks trembled violently, with large cracks appearing on the smooth mountain walls.

The sound traveled for miles, and even the Imperial City of the Orwell Empire could hear the deafening roar.

When the flames died down, there was no living creature left on the ground within a vast area; only a thick layer of ash remained.

The Minotaur army was utterly doomed.

Natia landed above a large pile of ashes, her face finally turning pale. The power of the Transcendent Magic was terrifying, but it also consumed a great deal of energy.

Looking at the scene around her, which was even more exaggerated than a crematorium, Natia revealed a smug smile. Although she had wasted a lot of time, she had finally managed to deal with all these Magic Creature.

Suddenly, Natia's expression turned somewhat annoyed, and she lightly tapped her head with her small fist.

They were so focused on fighting the Magic Creature that they forgot about something more important.

Where have the Hero, Ekaterina, and Rosweisse all gone?

Following the direction in which Rosweisse had left, which she had previously glimpsed, Natia quickly flew over.

Long after Natia flew away, a bulging mass of ashes suddenly trembled, and a large, charred creature slowly poked its head out of the ashes, its last handsome horn unfortunately blown off.

The once-mighty Minotaur chieftain was now a sorry sight, with not a single patch of intact skin left on his body...

His eyes darted around nimbly, but he couldn't see the woman anywhere. It seemed she really was gone.

He crawled out of the ashes, cursing, and casually wiped his face, only to make it dirtier. "Damn it, that wretched woman! I won't bother with you today since I didn't eat enough, but I'll settle the score with you later..."

The night wind blew by, and the howling wind made the Minotaur chieftain tremble, his neck instinctively shrinking back.

Forget it, I'm outta here.

That woman was fucking terrifying.

Compared to her, I don't deserve the title of devil at all; that woman is the real devil.

Storm Temple.

A rumbling sound came from the horizon.

The sound even surprised Violet, the Storm Witch: "What was that sound?"

"Perhaps some criminals are using explosives to fish."

Qin Chu shrugged casually. "So, beautiful Witch, where is our room?"

"There is one empty room left on the second floor. You may go upstairs."

"As for this beautiful lady, there is another room on the first floor..." Violet didn't pay any attention to the rumbling sound, her face full of gentle smiles, and she earnestly led Ekaterina to the room prepared for her.

This Witch seems to have unintentionally separated the two.

The Imperial City of the Orwell Empire.

The Hero's Palace.

Seven or eight soldiers and a voluptuous woman with long, wavy, sea-blue hair were gathered together, the air thick with the scent of alcohol.

The woman exuded a languid yet alluring charm. Her fair and delicate face radiated mature elegance, and her voluptuous figure perfectly showcased the sensuality of a mature woman. Compared to those naive young girls, she lacked a certain innocence but possessed an added allure.

She had a high, straight nose and chestnut-colored eyes. She could sense the drunken soldiers' gazes involuntarily drifting towards the full, white breasts exposed at the collar of the mage's robe, but she didn't care at all; she had seen this kind of gaze many times before.

This woman was none other than the Archmage Athena, a member of the Hero's Party.

In just one day, she had become completely familiar with the soldiers in the palace. She had no airs of her high position and sat on the ground just like the soldiers. Her long, beautiful legs looked even more straight and long because of her sideways sitting posture.

The high-slit magic robe's hem cascaded naturally down her delicate skin to the ground, revealing a glimpse of her fair, smooth legs under the moonlight, seemingly radiating a jade-like luster. Her dainty feet wore light purple high-heeled sandals, a few round, grape-like toes playfully peeking out...

She seemed a little drunk.

With a flush on her cheeks, Athena downed the liquid in her glass in one gulp. Her hazy, dreamlike eyes gazed at the guard beside her, her lotus-root-like arms draped over his shoulders.

"Feng En ..."

She easily called out a name that even Qin Chu didn't remember.

"So, what kind of person is the Hero we summoned this time?"

The eight guards fell silent in the next instant.

A few seconds later, they spoke in unison:

"Maid fetish!"

"An incurable maid fetishist... and a big-breasted one..."

"Pretty..."

"Those with good figures..."

Creak...

Athena's flushed cheeks suddenly stiffened, and her pale cherry-colored lips seemed to tremble slightly.

This chapter is 6,000 words long. I originally planned to finish it today, but if everyone is enthusiastic enough, I'll update another chapter this afternoon. I welcome all votes, recommendations, and monthly passes!

Chapter 98 A Troublesome Woman

(Bonus chapter for recommended votes)

Athena has a rather tragic past. She was the daughter of a baron, and because she was very beautiful from a young age, her parents used her as a tool to climb the social ladder.

Her family wasn't wealthy, but her parents placed great importance on the prestige of the aristocracy. Even if it meant borrowing money, they would furnish their home with expensive furniture, paintings, and porcelain that they didn't actually need, despite their complete ignorance of such things. The tableware had to be exquisite silver plates, forks, and spoons. Even though the family's finances were already stretched thin, they still hired a large number of maids and servants. In her parents' words, only in this way could they maintain the dignity of the aristocracy, otherwise they would be ridiculed.

She also had a younger brother. For poor barons in remote areas, the heir of the family would often choose a suitable woman from the Knight' families in the territory as a wife. However, her parents believed that the daughters of Knight were not good enough for the baron's son. They wanted a marriage of equal social standing and wanted their son to marry a daughter of a baron's family so as to maintain the purity of the bloodline. They even fantasized about marrying the third or even second daughter of a viscount's family... This would bring more glory to the family.

And this requires a lot of money!

When she was seven, her parents had already found a sixty-year-old count for her, and they were waiting for her to marry him as their seventeenth concubine after she turned sixteen. The count gave her two hundred thousand Mana as an engagement gift.

This was a pure transaction.

This is probably the Fate of daughters from minor noble families.

Athena did not struggle; she knew it was futile.

Her pure and delicate body would be tortured at will by that filthy old man. I heard that the old man is very perverted, and several young and beautiful girls have died at his hands.

After the old count dies, she will be inherited by the count's son; or she may be driven out of the house by the count's wife and then traded by her parents as a commodity to a wealthy merchant. After all, she has been married, which greatly reduces her value. However, some wealthy merchants who hope to add a noble bloodline to their families will still engage in such transactions.

But her Fate was changed on the day she married the old man. The count had a powerful magician retainer who saw Athena for the first time at the wedding. The powerful magician saw Athena's potential.

The magician asked the count to give him Athena in exchange for protecting the count's family for a hundred years... but the count refused.

This count would not let any delicious meat that was within his grasp escape.

That very night, the entire count's family was brutally murdered.

The magician kidnapped Athena.

In the words of a magician, her very existence is the finest potion. Athena's body is extremely sensitive to Magic Power; she is essentially a human Magic Power storage device, capable of rapidly absorbing, purifying, and storing Magic Power. Once the Magic Power storage reaches its limit, the first person to harvest Athena will reap immense benefits. As for Athena, she may wither, age, or even die.

Even if she doesn't die outright, Athena, having lost her value, her looks, and her figure, will still be killed by the mage.

The mage used an extremely brutal method, force-feeding Athena to increase her Magic Power level. He used everything Athena could, including potions, magic stones, and Magic Core from magical beasts, to raise Athena's Magic Power level to that of Grand Sage in a very short time, but he never taught Athena any magic.

Finally, at the age of Athena -three, the magician prepared to enjoy the fruit he had cultivated for so long. By absorbing the pure Magic Power within Athena, he broke through the barrier of the Grand Sage and became one of the most powerful beings in the world.

Athena faced her impending doom in despair, knowing that she would die after this day.

She wanted to resist, but she had no strength.

Just when Athena was in despair, the First-Generation Hero Jello, appeared. He killed the powerful magician and saved her from the Abyss. From that moment on, Athena knew that Jello would be an irreplaceable presence in her life.

Jello teaches Athena magic.

She wanted to give her body and all her Magic Power to Jello, but Jello said, "How can we have a home when the Magic Creature are not yet vanquished?"

Hero, you must have considered your own safety before not doing so. You are such a kind and considerate person.

"With the Magic Creature still alive, how can we have a home?" What a noble sentiment that is!

Athena could never forget the way Jello would gently pat her head and affectionately call her "Little Sina" when they were alone together.

The title of Hero belongs only to Jello; no one can take his place.

However, since the life of the Second-Generation Hero could be used to revive Jello, things were different, Athena felt obligated to do so. Although she had no grudge against the Second-Generation Hero, she had no choice but to sacrifice that man for Jello's sake.

To make use of the Second-Generation Hero, one must have a thorough understanding of him in order to effectively utilize and control him.

Athena had only heard a little about Qin Chu from Rosweisse, but Athena judged that the information Rosweisse provided was not very credible. After all, Rosweisse was full of disgust for Qin Chu, and her judgment of Qin Chu would be highly subjective.

To truly understand Hero, it's more accurate to look at Hero guards and attendants.

However, Athena never expected to receive such a comment.

He likes pretty girls, girls with good figures, and girls with big breasts... If that's all there is to it, then there's not much of a problem, since most men have similar tastes.

But, an incurable maid fetish?

Maids are women of very low status in the Skyvault Continent, their position only slightly better than slaves. Anyone with a modicum of status would avoid touching a lowly maid out of consideration for their dignity, let alone a dignified Hero.

With the noble status of Hero, what kind of woman couldn't he have? Why would he possibly be interested in a maid?