Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2138

Sylas' eyes flickered.

He honestly didn't expect the Duchess to make that sort of mistake, but then he recalled just how innocent and naive she was. One wouldn't expect that a demoness would be a virgin at whatever age she happened to be now, and it also had to be remembered that there was a deluge of memories her main body probably had that her current one did not.

Sylas had made it so that she recalled the memories from their previous interactions, but he could only do this with the versions of her that he had met. That meant that the only built-in memories the Duchess had were limited to what naivete she was birthed into this world with, and the memories she had with Sylas.

Of course, her battle instinct was also off the charts. But between her fury and Cassarae's careful planning…

Sylas nodded to himself, and he almost smiled. He felt an odd budding pride he couldn't quite explain.

Cassarae had lulled the Duchess into a false sense of security. Their battle had already gone on for a quarter of a day or so.

Neither of them had even used any skills, it was just a straightforward, wild exchange of combat moves between a sword and close quarters mixed martial arts. After so many hours of straightforward combat, Cassarae flipped the script, making it look like she slipped up and then suddenly grasping an advantage.

Sylas had just had the thought that this battle would go on for a while, only for the sudden shift to take place. Cassarae had caught even him off guard, let alone the Duchess.

Was that maybe because he was too busy watching how beautiful his wife and concubine were? Maybe. But that was beside the point. He was still proud.

Cassarae's sword twitched and the frozen body of the Duchess convulsed, but she didn't let out a single peep.

"Prideful." Cassarae said slowly, licking her lips a bit. Her eyes seemed to have shifted from battle lust to a completely different sort of lust. But that wasn't because she was attracted to women, it was because someone like the Duchess being taken down by Sylas was practically the pinnacle of her fantasy.

She could barely stop the heat radiating off of her.

The Duchess stared forward at Cassarae who had already regained her composure.

"Now. Are you going to keep to your word, or am I going to have to make you? It's a lot less sexy if you have a gash running through your body. If you don't cooperate, I'll just have to kill you and fuck my husband mys—."

"That's enough." the Duchess said coldly. "Whatever inelegant, unladylike fantasies you have…" her voice trailed off for a moment as though she couldn't figure out how to continue. "… just do your worst. I do not care. You will not shake me."

Cassarae pulled her sword back with a cheery smile.

Quite quickly, the wound of the Duchess stitched up until there was nothing but the blood remaining.

Sylas snapped his fingers and they all vanished. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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