Chapter 897 Kiss.
Cassarae's eyes opened wide. She wanted with every fiber of her being to see Sylas' face, but they were too close.
In the end, she had no choice but to sink into his embrace.
Finally, realizing that this man was going to keep sexually harassing her, she had to push him away. Pressing both palms to his chest, she heaved.
"We're in the middle of a battle, you bastard!" she hit him. "What is wrong with you! There are people—!"
Cassarae paused, noticing that the battlefield was frighteningly silent right now.
She blinked, and then stood on tiptoe, looking over Sylas' shoulders as though trying to make sure she wasn't imagining it.
"Ah…"
"They're all dead," Sylas said lightly.
"You… when did you…"
Sylas didn't reply, looking to where Professor Fembroise was. She had been fighting too, and with her stats, these things should have been dealt with long ago. But…
She had no comprehension, no Genes, no combat experience… on paper, she was stronger than him. In reality, though? She was only really good at tanking hits and hopefully wearing an opponent down for a kill.
But still, her presence, at least as a tank, had helped the city tremendously.
The group with the heaviest pressure on themselves had definitely been the Twin Moon Healers, Cassarae, and, of course, Nosphaleen.
Nosphaleen wasn't even on this battlefield, but Sylas sensed her. She was in the far‑off distance making sure the real threats never got here. If not for her, Castle Main would have been overrun by King Beasts already.
This Dungeon was truly a mad house. It didn't seem designed to help or allow people to pass it at all.
But to Sylas, it was all the same. He would clear it and get rid of his Cursed status on himself before he went to Eurpeia.
However, right now…
He stroked Cassarae's cheek and kissed her again.
She bit his lip after a few seconds.
"What is wrong with you?! Are you trying to fuck me in front of all of these people?! And who said I wanted to fuck you, anyway? Just take the last time as a pity fuck, alright? I'm a woman, I need to be wined and dined. You haven't even taken me out on a single date in 10 years and suddenly you want to be lovey dovey?! Who do you think you are, exactly?! Do you think I'm so eas—!?"
Sylas kissed her again.
Cassarae fell for it again for another few seconds before she bit him again.
"Enough! Enough!"
Cassarae pushed again.
Sylas didn't let go of her waist.
"At this point, you're just harassing me!"
"There are no police officers around here, take a look."
"Fuck you. What about morals and propriety?"
"What about rewarding a man that just saved the world?"
"You were supposed to do that! Do you want extra credit for saving your own ass or something?!"
Despite saying this, there was a smile in Cassarae's eyes, and Sylas was pretty sure he saw the slightest flicker of pride.
It was more than a little adorable.
"Also, you do realize you're naked, right? Do you want to show off my things so easily? Who gave you the right?"
Suddenly, Cassarae was angry again.
Sylas had just appeared in a flash, and then hugged her. She hadn't noticed the difference until just now.
"Your things? Were you just telling me to leave?"
"I think I made it clear you're mine."
"But I still have to chase you?"
"Right."
"But I'm yours?"
"Right."
"Makes sense?"
"Of course it makes perfect sense. Don't you think you're 'oh so smart?' Figure it out, asshole."
"Alright."
Cassarae blinked, not expecting Sylas to give in. Normally, he'd do something to try and assert dominance. Honestly, she quite liked when he did that. But it was also the reason she probably could never fully give herself to him.
He was too unbendable, he was no less stubborn than she was, he hated to suffer losses, but more importantly… he was too unreliable and too unpredictable.
If it came down to protecting her, she could expect him to do that ten out of ten times.
If it came down to guarding her heart, though… could he do it? And didn't she need both for them to have any sort of real relationship?
She was in a bit of a daze, not sure what to do or what to say. For a long while, she just stood there until she caught a whiff of something.
"You smell absolutely terrible. Why are you touching me so intimately? Go take a shower."
Sylas' lip curled a bit. "That's not me, it's you."
Cassarae froze, then looked down at her body.
"… Son of a bitch…"
She blushed.
Sylas was quite confident in his ability to remain, at the very least, smell‑free. His Aether control was too good now, and his Ice affinities were quite good at dealing with that.
It was rare he saw Cassarae in such a state of embarrassment. He liked to bask in it for a little bit.
Cassarae tried to make some distance between herself and Sylas, her cheeks reddening.
"… Dammit," she muttered to herself, "me and my big mouth."
Maybe only she was meant to hear that, but how could Sylas miss it? He was probably just moments away from laughing out loud, but he also didn't allow Cassarae to run.
"What are you doing? Let me go! I need to shower! At least fucking three times! No, five!"
Sylas kissed her again.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" She fake‑spat as though trying to get Sylas' taste off her tongue. "Let me go, you serial abuser. There may not be police here, but I'm sure there's going to be intergalactic officers I can sic on your ass soon! Watch yourself!"
"I'll just kill them too, then," Sylas said softly, looking down at her.
Cassarae froze. '… Fuck, he's so hot… I hate him…'
This time, she kissed Sylas, throwing herself into his arms.