First, we needed to establish one thing.
Vina was a beautiful young woman.
Victoria produced plenty of Felines, and Felines produced plenty of beauties. Otherwise, Russell would not have considered fleeing here.
At her core, an Aslan was still just an oversized Feline.
Tall and fit, she wore a simple white shirt. Her exceptional development naturally stretched it tight over her magnificent curves. Unlike most Felines, who preferred skirts, she wore neat shorts, and the exposed length of her legs was full of powerful, wild curves.
Her expression was stubborn, and there was an aggressive edge to her voice as well.
That was not difficult to understand.
Everything she did now was born of humiliation. In fact, if not for Gawain, she might have found an opportunity to end her own life long ago.
But it was precisely that fierce stubbornness that instinctively made one want to conquer her, to make her meow without stopping.
Brother, calm down. The girl in front of you was not trying to barter her beauty for a way out, nor was she trying to use her body to save Gawain.
The Lionheart King would not submit so easily.
But in the next instant, a line of text appeared in Russell's vision.
Russell narrowed his eyes, seeming to realize something.
In Arknights, many characters had their own historical prototypes. Wang Weina was jokingly called Artoria.
The historical figure she corresponded to was actually the Lionheart King—the leader of the Third Crusade, the God of War who defeated Saladin and nearly captured Jerusalem.
Russell watched the girl.
There was indeed no trace of fear about her. If he had to put it into words, her eyes even held something similar to Talulah's—fighting spirit. But by all logic, she should not have had any fighting spirit, because