Chapter 1215: Ansla
The Young Miss didn’t notice Sylas’ appearance immediately, but it was hard for her not to when he scanned her stats a literal moment after, not caring and even using \[Suppressive Scouting] to crush her rejection.
As Sylas had guessed, these Noble Demons didn’t wear protective items on them—not to hide their stats, anyway. That was because most wouldn’t dare, and those that did dare would kill them in an instant for daring to be so protective.
The Demon Race probably didn’t even have a method of protection for that reason.
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[Ansla Avadavonic (EE+)]
[Level: 79]
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She was a tall woman, barely an inch or two shorter than Sylas. Even after seemingly having come from battle, she wore a long red gown with a back open down to the small of her back and a V so deep down her front that the loose ruffles of fabric just barely swayed out of the way to reveal her belly button from time to time.
Her breasts were so large that it was a miracle such loose pieces of fabric managed to hide them at all, her hips so wide they seemed to play more a part in keeping the dress up than her shoulders themselves.
And then there was the woman herself.
Delicate features, lips as red as blood, and eyes no less crimson. She had a head of white hair braided back elegantly as though an Empress, so well done that it blended in perfectly with the curve of her white horns.