blueteamnovel Chapter 261 Her curiosity!
Chapter 261 Her curiosity!
Chapter 261 Her curiosity!
Chapter 261
Her curiosity about him deepened.
There was something inexplicably tantalizing about him—a puzzle with pieces that didn't quite fit. The harder she tried to make sense of him, the more the edges of her mind itched with frustration.
The corner of her lips curled into a smile—not out of amusement, but hunger. He was an enigma, and she couldn't resist the urge to unravel him.
It wasn't just curiosity anymore. It was obsession, a need that coiled deep in her chest like a restless serpent.
At this point, she had forgotten about her subordinates and how she appeared to them. Her calculating composure melted into raw exhilaration, the thrill of the hunt overtaking her entirely.
"Great... You're probably the first one to make me bleed, no matter how insignificant it is."
She trembled as she spoke, her voice shaky—not with fear, but with exhilaration. It was as though the promise of pain had awakened something primal within her. "I really want to torture you." A menacing grin spread across her face, her eyes gleaming darkly.
The demons around her stiffened at her words. The captain's twisted excitement unsettled even the hardened soldiers, though none dared to show their discomfort.
"You sure like to daydream," Oliver replied nonchalantly. Then, he asked what had been on his mind. "How did you find me and arrange this ambush?"
"Oh?" Sera raised a brow. "So, you're curious about it, after all."
Her tone was light, almost teasing, but there was an edge of triumph in her voice—as if she had been waiting for him to ask. @@@@
Oliver remained silent, waiting for her to reveal the truth.
"Well, it's not a big deal. A human intruder suddenly appearing out of nowhere in the city? It hardly takes a genius to figure out your next stop after rescuing those slaves."
She smiled mysteriously.
"How is it? Did that satisfy your curiosity?" she asked.
"Yes, it did. One more thing," Oliver paused before adding, "How much did my previous attack damage you?"
Sera frowned. How much did she suffer?
Her fingers brushed against her side almost instinctively, where the faintest bruise had begun to form beneath her armor. She hid the motion, straightening herself with deliberate grace.
"I'd say it was barely decent—it did manage to counter my strike and push me back. What is this rapier technique called?" she asked, her tone curious.
Oliver told her the name, and they exchanged a few more questions and answers while the demons around them watched with dumbfounded expressions.
The soldiers fidgeted where they stood, their confusion palpable. To them, the sight of their captain in a civil conversation with their enemy was surreal, almost blasphemous.
They couldn't understand why their captain was conversing so casually with the target they were supposed to capture.
Vasoth found it increasingly difficult to control his impatience at the human's bold remarks and rude addressing of their captain. Finally, he couldn't hold back and shouted,
"Presumptuous! Human, know your place! You are speaking to an Inquisitor—someone far above your filthy kind."
The outburst shattered the tension, rippling through the crowd like a clap of thunder. All eyes turned toward Vasoth, some with approval, others with unease.
Oliver paused and glanced at the feminine-looking demon in the crowd. Tilting his head, he asked, "Aren't you the one who ran when I sent your friend back to you?"
The question hit like a slap, sharp and humiliating. Vasoth's eyes widened briefly before narrowing, his expression twisting in fury.
"You dare!" Vasoth's face turned red with anger and humiliation. He prided himself on his wit, which had earned him a place among the inquisitors, even if his raw strength was lacking. To be looked down upon by a mere human child—no demon could tolerate such provocation.
It was a blow to his pride.
"To dare lay your filthy hands on an inquisitor—I'll make you beg for death soon," Vasoth spat in a sinister tone.
"Well, what can I do? He was so weak he died easily. Anyway, I did you a favor by exorcising him," Oliver replied, his tone casual and laid-back.