By the time it became Olivia's turn, the sun was already about to dawn outside. The poor maid, for a moment there, thought she wouldn't get a chance, but she did. As she lay on the bed, Zephyr landed on her forehead, looking directly toward Arad.
"Careful, this one is more fragile than eggs." She lifted her foot and stomped down on Olivia's forehead, causing her to flinch. "Ow! That hurts!"
Olivia was a powerful, undefeated level 3; no one had ever managed to lay a hand on her because she had never gotten into a fight before. Her kill count is in the thousands, thousands of flies and a few chickens that she slaughtered for cooking.
Her body was almost perfect, as Arad's wives had only picked the most beautiful of noble ladies to join the maid ranks, but unlike the wives, her curves were made of fat instead of muscles. To Arad's hands, she felt as soft as jelly and would crumble in his arms if he tried to lift her up.
