Chapter 305 (1): Raw Power is True Power
After Douglas departed, a robed woman arrived at the Western District Great Cemetery. Reaching the heart of the cemetery, she took off the black hood that obscured her face, revealing her tall nose, red lips, smooth skin that looked as fair as snow, and eye-catching red hair.
Anastasia.
The dark elf was an unusual beauty even in her regular form, which was to be expected since she had been Senna’s rival, including in looks and figure.
A gust of wind parted the mist and wrinkled the black robe Anastasia was wearing. The black cloth hugged her body, showing off her alluring curves. From the side, her voluptuous bust contrasted starkly with her slim waist, leading down to the shapely, smooth line of her bottom and then her long, lithe legs. She was tall, slim, and had perfect proportions.
Wayne glanced at Do. Don’t generate wind for no good reason. This woman is different. Stop creating a mood that’ll lead to unnecessary misunderstanding.
Still, he glanced at Anastasia a few more times.
He had seen Anastasia’s regular form in the packaged videos Senna sent him. She was a beauty who could rival Senna and Filomina. In comparison, Veronica and the other girls her age might have youth on their side, but their youthfulness meant that they lacked the mature charm that only came with years.
“Mr-Mr. Wayne.” Anastasia bowed in greeting, taking two steps back silently. The Holy Maiden was panicking, and she had started panicking as soon as she received the summons. Why would her faith call on her this late at night? It couldn’t be for that, could it?
It shouldn’t be. Her faith wasn’t as perverted as Senna had described him to be. Anastasia had witnessed his willingness to make sacrifices in person, and he matched the three chosen knights in that regard. He was also kind-hearted and compassionate. He...
Anyway, he had his strengths!
It was a sacrilegious offense to make rude comments about her faith, so she didn’t dare to speak too much about him. She also felt an unspeakable sense of anticipation. She was worried that he would do something, but even more worried that he wouldn’t do anything. Most of all, she worried that he would do something inappropriate.
Anastasia felt conflicted. She lamented how far she had fallen and kept her distance to show her unwavering stance: she would not approach on her own volition!