Chapter 151: The First Mental Duel Between the God Kingand the White Queen
"Go to that antique shop."
Arthas instructed.
He seemed to be in a good mood.
It wasn't just because he had saved someone, but more importantly, he had confirmed something.
Doctor Erskine's eye for talent was truly sharp.
This person was promising; he would continue to observe him, as he might be useful in the future.
It seemed this investment in the Super Soldier Project was a sure bet.
The car soon arrived at the destination.
It was an inconspicuous-looking antique shop, with dusty vases and old books displayed in the window, and the sign on the door was half-fallen.
"Wait here for me."
Arthas got out of the car, pushed open the creaky wooden door, and walked inside.
The shop was dimly lit, and an old lady wearing reading glasses was dozing off behind the counter.
Hearing the door open, she looked up and pushed up her glasses.
"We don't buy second-hand goods here."
"And we don't sell to those who don't know the trade."
Arthas walked to the counter.
He tapped his fingers on the counter three times, two long and one short.
Then, he said in a low voice:
"I'm here to find... the future."
The old lady's gaze instantly became sharp.
She looked Arthas up and down, as if confirming something.
A moment later, she nodded.
She reached out and pressed a button under the counter.
"Follow me."
She stood up and walked to a bookshelf inside.
With a firm push, the bookshelf slowly moved aside, revealing a passage leading underground.
The smell of disinfectant and the buzzing sound of machinery drifted out from within.
Arthas followed the old lady down the stairs and passed through several heavy iron doors.
The scene before him suddenly opened up.
It was a massive underground laboratory, filled with researchers in white coats. Various complex instruments had blinking indicator lights, and the sounds of electric currents, typewriters, and people talking were intertwined.
Although it was underground, the ventilation System here was well-designed, and there was no sense of oppression.
In the center of the laboratory.
Stood a small, grey-haired old man wearing round glasses. He was holding a data report and loudly instructing a few assistants.
Seeing Arthas enter, he immediately stopped what he was doing, a look of pleasant surprise appearing on his face, and he hurried over to greet him.
"Mr. Arthas!"
"Oh no, I should call you... our most generous investor!"
"I really didn't expect you to come in person."
"The environment here is crude; please forgive the poor hospitality!"
This was none other than Doctor Abraham Erskine, the inventor of the Super Soldier serum.
"You are too kind, Doctor"
Arthas said, smiling and shaking his hand.
"I have always been very interested in science."
"Especially the kind of science that can change the fate of humanity."
"That... Super Soldier serum."
"How is the progress?"
"If you need more equipment or special materials."
"Just ask."
"Money, to me, is just a number."
Doctor Erskine pushed up his glasses, a flash of appreciation in his eyes.
This young man was not only wealthy, but his composure and demeanor were definitely not something an ordinary nouveau riche would possess.
More importantly, he did not see that kind of greed for power in this young man.
Only a kind of... pure curiosity.
"The progress is very smooth."
"We have already screened the candidates."
"Although some are still hesitating, I trust my judgment."
"Power is not terrifying; what is terrifying is the person who uses that power."
"If it is given to a good person, then that power will become a gift."
"For example..."
"A little guy from Brooklyn?"
Arthas said with a cryptic smile.
Doctor Erskine looked at him in surprise.
"You... you know him too?"
"I just happened to run into him on the road," Arthasshrugged.
"A very interesting person."
"Perhaps."
"Your choice is right."
The two chatted for a while longer about the specific details of the experiment.
Relying on the knowledge of combining magic and technology he had learned in Asgard, Arthas even offered Doctor Erskine a few suggestions regarding energy stability.
This greatly shocked the doctor, who exclaimed that he had met a kindred spirit, and the cooperation was quickly finalized.
Not only did Arthas increase his investment, but he also became a "Special Consultant" for this program.
Just as Arthas was preparing to leave.
The main door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the sound of high heels approached, accompanied by a rich fragrance of perfume.
This scent.
Arthas was very familiar with it.
It was the scent of something expensive, seductive, and belonging to high society.
Moreover.
It was mixed with a trace of... dangerous aura.
A woman walked in with dazzling blonde hair.
She wore a form-fitting white suit, draped with a luxurious white fur shawl.
The neckline was cut very low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and deep cleavage.
Her figure was so hot that it was impossible to look away.
Her face was adorned with exquisite makeup, and in those blue eyes.
There was an innate arrogance.
And a kind of... sharpness that seemed to see through everything.
Seeing Arthas.
The woman stopped in her tracks.
It seemed she hadn't expected there to be another visitor here.
And one who was such a handsome man with such a unique temperament.
"Oh?"
She raised an eyebrow, her red lips parting slightly.
"Doctor Erskine."
"It seems you have a guest?"
"And one who is..."
"A very charming guest."
Doctor Erskine quickly introduced them:
"Ms. Emma."
"This is Mr. Arthas."
"He is also an... important partner in our project."
"Mr. Arthas."
"This is Ms. Emma Frost."
"Representing... the Hellfire Club."
"She is also one of our investors."
This was the Hellfire Club from the information he had gathered earlier? The White Queen?
Arthas's heart stirred slightly.
As expected, this Mutant organization had also set its sights on the Super Soldier Project.
It seemed.
This pool of water was even deeper than he had imagined.
But that only made it more interesting, didn't it?
He smiled and extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you."
"Ms. Frost."
"I've long heard of the reputation of the Hellfire Club."
"Seeing it today."
"It truly lives up to its name."
"Especially you..."
"You are even more charming than the rumors suggest."
Emma did not extend her hand immediately.
Instead, she stared fixedly at Arthas with those blue eyes.
In that very instant, Arthas felt something strange.
An invisible, cold power, like an intangible probe.
Silently pierced toward his brain, attempting to penetrate his mental defenses and pry into the secrets of his heart.
Telepathy.
This was the White Queen's signature ability.
It was also her greatest reliance for controlling the Hellfire Club and manipulating human hearts.
For ordinary people, this was impossible to defend against, and they wouldn't even be able to detect it.
But for Arthas.
This... was simply like a little kitten tickling him.
Chapter 152: The White Queen's Invitation
"Hmm?"
Arthas's eyes narrowed slightly, and a playful curve hooked at the corner of his mouth.
Trying to read my mind?
You've got quite the nerve.
Arthas mobilized the Mental Shielding Technique he had learned at Kamar-Taj.
It was a high-level magic personally guided by the The Ancient One, specifically designed to defend against such mental intrusions.
Deep within his mind, a massive labyrinth constructed of golden runes instantly took shape.
The invading mental power, the moment it touched the outer wall of the labyrinth, felt as if it had slammed into an invisible wall.
Not only was it unable to advance an inch, but it was also bounced back by a soft yet firm force.
Buzz!
Emma felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if she had been pricked by a needle.
Her body swayed slightly, and she almost lost her footing.
That unprecedented sense of frustration filled her heart with horror.
How is this possible?
How could this man's brain be like a bottomless ocean?
Or perhaps...
An indestructible fortress?
Her telepathy had actually failed completely?
She looked at Arthas in shock.
In those eyes that were originally full of arrogance, for the first time, there was surprise.
And even...
A trace of fear.
"You..."
"Who are you?"
She asked subconsciously, her voice no longer as lazy as before, but carrying a hint of a tremble.
But she quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and tried to steady herself.
She withdrew her telepathy.
That charming smile hung on her face once again.
But this time, there was a thick layer of interest added to that smile.
In this world, a man who could make her, the White Queen, suffer a setback had never appeared before.
This Arthas had successfully caught her attention.
"Mr. Arthas."
She took Arthas's hand in return, her fingers lightly scratching his palm.
"I am truly very curious about you."
"If you don't mind, could you do me the honor..."
"Of chatting in private?"
"Regarding this project."
"Or..."
"Regarding us?"
Her voice became low and husky, carrying a magic that was impossible to refuse.
Although her telepathy had failed.
Her charm as a woman was still a top-tier weapon.
Doctor Erskine watched the atmosphere between the two of them.
Feeling like a giant third wheel, he quickly cleared his throat.
"Um..."
"I suddenly remembered there's some important data I haven't recorded yet."
"You two talk."
"Take your time talking."
After saying that, he ducked into the depths of the laboratory and thoughtfully closed the soundproof door.
In the laboratory corridor, only Arthas and Emma were left.
The two were still holding hands, standing so close that they could smell each other's scent.
"Chat in private?"
Arthas looked at the charming beauty before him, feeling her desire to investigate to the very end.
He smiled.
"Sure."
"It just so happens I have some things too."
"I'd like to ask the White Queen for some advice."
Emma's eyes lit up.
She let go of his hand, adjusted her shawl, and turned to walk toward the exit, her gait swaying and full of temptation with every step.
"Then follow me."
"Mr. Arthas, I hope..."
"You won't disappoint me."
"I also hope you can show me something more than just this face."
"More... interesting things."
Leaving Doctor Erskine's laboratory.
Arthas and Emma Frost walked side by side on the streets of Brooklyn.
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and the crowds on the street were bustling.
No one noticed the subtle atmosphere between this handsome man and beautiful woman.
A faint smile hung on the corner of Arthas's mouth, making him look like a gentleman accompanying a female companion on a shopping trip.
But his gaze was always locked on the woman in white fur beside him.
"Mr. Arthas."
Emma suddenly stopped in her tracks, pointing to a secluded alley nearby.
"There are too many people here."
"Some things aren't very convenient to say. Why don't..."
"We go there?"
Her voice was low and full of temptation.
Like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, tempting Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.
Arthas glanced at the dead-end alley that had almost no one, then looked at Emma's blue eyes flashing with a cunning light.
"Sure, that suits me just fine."
"I also think."
"Some 'deep' exchanges."
"Are better done in a place with no one around."
He made a gentlemanly 'after you' gesture, pretending not to realize it was a trap.
The two walked deep into the alley, the noise gradually fading away as the surroundings became quiet.
Only a few stray cats were jumping around on the trash cans.
Emma turned around, leaning her back against the wall.
Those slender legs crossed slightly, striking an extremely seductive pose.
"Mr. Arthas."
"Earlier in the laboratory."
"You blocked my telepathy."
"That made me very... surprised."
"And very excited."
She slowly pulled off the white gloves on her hands and tossed them casually on the ground, her movements as graceful as if she were performing a striptease.
"In this world."
"A man who can do that hasn't been born yet."
"Unless..."
"You're also a Mutant?"
"Or the kind... with top-tier mental abilities?"
Arthas shrugged, leaning against the wall on the other side.
"Mutant?"
"No."
"That term is too low-class."
"And who told you that only Mutants can possess power?"
"This Universe is very large, larger than you can imagine."
"Is that so?"
The smile in Emma's eyes gradually vanished.
It was replaced by a cold killing intent.
Since she couldn't read his mind, she would just take action, capture him, and interrogate him slowly.
What the Hellfire Club needed was not just funding, but also this kind of unknown, powerful strength.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out.
Emma's skin began to undergo a change.
The originally fair and delicate skin instantly became crystal clear.
As if covered by a layer of brilliant diamonds.
Not just her skin, but her hair, clothes, and even those high heels.
All transformed in an instant into an indestructible organic Diamond Form.
This was her second Mutant ability.
Diamond Form.
It not only gave her almost invincible physical defense, but also made her immune to all mental attacks, while simultaneously granting her superhuman strength.
Now, she was a human tank, a beautiful yet lethal killing machine.
"Well then."
Emma's diamond-turned lips curled into a cold smile, her voice taking on a metallic quality.
"Since you refuse to speak."
"Then don't blame me for being impolite."
"Once I've beaten you down and taken you back to the club."
"I'll make you talk."
With that, she kicked off the ground violently, her high heels stomping a deep pit into the pavement.
Her entire being was like a cannonball, charging toward Arthas.
That fist, shimmering with diamond light and carrying the sound of whistling wind, went straight for Arthas's face.
With this punch, even a steel plate could be pierced through.
If it were an ordinary person, their head would likely have exploded like a watermelon long ago.
Chapter 153: Crushing the White Queen
But Arthas didn't dodge; he didn't even blink.
He just stood there quietly, watching the diamond fist approach.
Just as the fist was about to touch the tip of his nose...
Arthas moved, raising his hand.
The movement seemed slow yet was incredibly fast, a gentle flick as if shooing a fly.
"Bang!"
A dull thud echoed.
Emma's powerful punch was actually caught by him with one hand, and caught steadily at that.
A faint golden light shimmered on Arthas's palm.
That was his Divine Power of Light.
That layer of golden light looked soft, but in reality, it contained terrifying heat and pressure.
Even the supposedly indestructible Organic Diamond...
...at this moment, let out an overwhelmed creak.
"This..."
"How is this possible?!"
Emma was absolutely horrified.
She felt as if her fist had struck a towering mountain.
Not only was it unable to budge him in the slightest, but her arm was also numbed by a massive recoil.
Even more terrifyingly, the golden light began to spread up her arm.
Her diamond body, her pride and joy...
...actually began to feel a hint of...
...searing heat?
"Diamond, is it?"
Arthas chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"It is indeed very hard."
"But in the face of true radiance..."
"...stone is ultimately just stone."
"Whether it's an ordinary stone or a pretty one."
He suddenly exerted force.
The golden light on his palm surged instantly, turning into a dazzling pillar of light that directly enveloped Emma.
"Ah!!"
Emma let out a scream of agony.
The golden light didn't burn her skin like fire; instead, it penetrated directly into her body, suppressing her Mutant Genes.
It felt as if every cell in her body was trembling, surrendering.
She felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
Her diamond form began to destabilize, its luster flickering.
"Kneel."
Arthas calmly uttered those two words.
The voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an irresistible Divine Might.
As the words fell...
...an invisible, heavy pressure descended from the sky.
It was the pressure from Arthas's Divine Power, which was on the scale of a God King.
Emma felt her knees go weak.
Those diamond legs, capable of supporting tons of weight, actually couldn't withstand this pressure.
With a "thump"...
...she fell heavily to her knees.
Her knees smashed two deep pits into the concrete ground.
"You..."
"Who exactly are you?!"
Emma struggled to look up, staring at the man before her who looked down on her like a deity.
The arrogance in her eyes had long since vanished, replaced by deep fear.
And a sense of...
...humiliation after her pride had been shattered.
She was the White Queen, a high-ranking member of the Hellfire Club, an elite among Mutants.
How could she have lost so miserably? So completely?
"I told you."
"Who I am doesn't matter."
Arthas withdrew his hand, the golden light on him gradually dissipating.
"What matters is..."
"...that you lost."
"And you lost badly."
"Now, let's talk about your situation."
He crouched down and reached out a finger, gently tilting up Emma's face, which was still in diamond form but filled with terror.
"This skin of yours is indeed quite beautiful."
"Crystal clear."
"If you were placed in the halls of Asgard as a decoration..."
"...it would probably look quite nice."
"However..."
"I prefer a soft, warm feel."
"So, change back."
Along with his words...
...a gentle mental force surged into Emma's mind, forcibly dispelling her transformation.
"Clatter."
It sounded like a layer of shattered glass peeling off.
The diamond luster on Emma's body quickly faded.
She returned to her original sexy white suit and her fair, soft skin.
But now, she was pale and drenched in sweat.
As if she had just been fished out of water, she lay limp on the ground.
She didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"You... what did you do to me?"
Emma gasped for air.
She felt as if she had been hollowed out.
Not only her physical strength, but even her Mental Strength had been squeezed dry.
"It's nothing."
"Just helping you calm down."
Arthas stood up.
His hands traced a complex rune in the air.
It was a magic spell he had learned at Kamar-Taj: the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
Several red magic chains appeared out of thin air.
As if alive, they coiled around Emma, binding her hands behind her back.
They not only restricted her movements but also sealed her Mutant abilities.
Turning her completely into an ordinary person.
"Now, come with me."
"Ms. White Queen."
"There are things we need to discuss elsewhere."
"Have a good talk."
Arthas snapped his fingers.
The black sedan that had been parked at the alley entrance drove over.
The driver, being very observant, got out and opened the rear door.
Regarding the fact that his boss had captured a beautiful woman...
...he remained very calm.
After all, during his training in the Red Room, what kind of scene had he not witnessed?
Arthas picked Emma up like a startled kitten and tossed her into the back seat.
Then he climbed in himself.
"Back to the manor."
"Yes, Boss."
Along the way.
Emma huddled in the corner, not saying a word.
She just stared at Arthas with complex eyes.
There was fear, there was anger, but more than that, there was a deep curiosity.
Where on earth did this monster of a man come from?
Not only did his physical strength crush her diamond form...
...and his mental power crush her Telepathy...
...but he actually knew this...
...thing that looked like magic?
Was he a legendary sorcerer? Or some ancient Mutantwho had been living in seclusion?
The car soon drove into Dawn Manor.
It stopped in front of the main building.
Arthas got out and pulled Emma out as well.
At this moment, Emma's clothes were a bit disheveled.
Her white fur shawl had slipped halfway down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Combined with her posture, bound by the magic chains...
...she looked...
...exceptionally alluring.
Just then.
A slightly playful voice came from the second-floor balcony.
"Yo."
"Isn't this our busy man?"
"What's this?"
"Just went out for a bit..."
"...and you've already brought back another beauty?"
Hippolyta was leaning against the railing, holding a glass of red wine.
Still dressed in that trench coat and short skirt.
Her sunglasses were pushed up to the top of her head, revealing her purple eyes that seemed to be smiling but not quite.
She looked down at Arthas, then glanced at the tightly bound Emma.
The mirth in her eyes deepened.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"You have quite the heavy taste."
"Playing with bondage outside now?"
"What?"
"The sisters at home can't satisfy you?"
"You have to go out and look for wild flowers?"
"If Diana finds out about this..."
"...I think you might lose your ears, don't you?"
Chapter 154: The Submission of the White Queen
Arthas suddenly felt a headache coming on.
This Queen sister, why does she have to bring up exactly what shouldn't be mentioned?
And that tone, it was clearly...
Checking up on me!
Although there was indeed some flirting between them.
But isn't this jealousy a bit too strong?
"Sister!"
"Stop it!"
"I'm on official business!"
Arthas explained helplessly.
"This is... the White Queen of the Hellfire Club."
"I captured her to discuss a partnership."
"A partnership!"
"A serious partnership!"
"Oh?"
"A partnership?"
"And you have to tie her up to talk?"
Hippolyta arched an eyebrow.
Clearly, she didn't believe him.
However, she was also a smart person.
She noticed the unusual aura about Emma.
Although it was currently under a Seal, that energy fluctuation unique to Mutants...
...could not escape the Amazon Queen's perception.
"Alright then."
"Since it's official business."
"Then your sister won't disturb you."
"However..."
She swirled the wine glass in her hand and gave Arthas a look that said, "I'll deal with you tonight."
"Take it easy."
"Don't wear yourself out."
After saying that, she gave a beautiful eye-roll and turned back to her room.
Arthas breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally gotten through that.
He took Emma upstairs.
He didn't go to the basement or an interrogation room, but instead took her directly back to his own bedroom.
It was a spacious, luxurious room filled with European style.
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the sea outside.
A soft, large bed sat in the center, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
Arthas tossed Emma onto the sofa.
He didn't undo the Magic Chains on her.
Instead, he walked to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of whiskey.
"Want a drink?"
He walked over with the glass and held it to Emma's lips.
Emma turned her head away, ignoring him.
But the thirst in her throat...
...still made her unable to resist swallowing.
"Don't be so stubborn."
Arthas smiled and placed the glass on the coffee table.
Then he waved his hand.
The red Magic Chains on Emma instantly dissipated, turning into specks of starlight.
Having regained her freedom, Emma immediately stood up and rubbed her somewhat numb wrists.
She watched Arthas warily, ready at any moment to launch another attack or flee.
"Don't waste your energy."
Arthas sat in the chair opposite her, crossing his legs.
He swirled the wine glass in his hand.
"You know."
"You can't beat me, and you can't escape."
"This is my territory."
"Even if you are the White Queen."
"Here..."
"...you are just a prisoner."
Emma bit her lip.
She was a smart person and knew how to adapt to the situation.
The battle just now had already proven it.
In front of this man, all the abilities she was proud of were like a joke.
Since the hard way didn't work...
Then she could only...
"Fine."
She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and sat back down on the sofa.
She tried her best to regain her queenly, arrogant posture.
She picked up the glass on the table and drained it in one gulp.
"What do you actually want?"
"Money?"
"The Hellfire Club has plenty of that."
"Women?"
"I don't think you're lacking in that department either."
"That one upstairs just now..."
"...she probably isn't an ordinary person either, right?"
"Smart."
Arthas nodded in appreciation.
"That's my sister."
"As for who she is..."
"...you'll find out later."
He set down the glass and leaned forward.
His gaze went straight into Emma's eyes.
There was no lust in that gaze, only a convincing sincerity.
And a kind of...
...grand ambition.
"I don't want your money, and I don't want you as a person."
"What I want is..."
"...your loyalty, and the entire Mutant race."
He snapped his fingers.
The light in the room suddenly dimmed.
A huge holographic projection appeared between the two.
It was an illusion constructed by Arthas using magic, a deduction of a possible future that Arthas had made using magic.
But it was incredibly realistic.
The images showed the tragic fate of Mutants in the future.
Being hunted, experimented on, and turned into Sentinel Robots.
Genocide, corpses everywhere.
The images were shocking, making Emma turn pale and tremble all over.
This was exactly what she feared most deep down, the future she had been trying her best to avoid.
"This is the future of Mutants."
Arthas's voice became low and serious.
"If no one changes all this..."
"...this will be your end."
"No matter how you struggle, no matter how the Hellfire Club plays politics."
"In the face of the fear and malice of the entire human society..."
"...you are still... outcasts."
The scene shifted.
It turned into another sight.
Mutants and humans coexisting in peace.
Mutants became heroes who protected the Earth.
No longer discriminated against.
No longer hunted.
Instead, they were respected and worshipped.
And standing at the top of it all was Arthas, and standing beside him...
...Emma.
"But I can change all this."
"I am a god, and also the Guardian of this world."
"I am forming a team."
"A team that can protect the Earth and change the rules."
"I need you."
"Emma."
"I need your abilities."
"Your wisdom, and your ambition."
"Join me."
"Become my Mutant Empress."
"I will give you the status you want, the power you want."
"More importantly..."
"...I will give you something that even Sebastian Shawcannot give."
"True dignity and a true future."
Emma looked at the images before her and listened to Arthas's words.
Her heart surged with stormy waves.
She had always thought she was an ambitious person who wanted to control the Hellfire Club and the world.
But in front of the blueprint Arthas described...
...her ambitions seemed so small and ridiculous.
This man wanted the entire world.
Even...
...beyond the world.
And he had the strength, that crushing power, that Divine Might that made resistance impossible.
It made the strength-admiring Emma feel an unprecedented attraction.
Submitting to such a man...
Seemed...
...not to be a shameful thing, but even a kind of honor.
She was silent for a long time.
Finally.
She slowly raised her head, a firm light shining in her blue eyes.
"Can you... really do it?"
"Stop Mutants from being hunted?"
"Let us live openly in the light of day?"
"I never break my word."
Arthas reached out his hand.
"As long as you are loyal to me."
"I will be your strongest backing."
"In this world, no one dares to touch my people."
"Not even God."
Emma looked at that hand.
She took a deep breath, reached out, and grasped it.
Then she slid off the sofa.
She knelt on one knee before Arthas and lowered her proud head.
She assumed a posture of submission.
"I am willing."
"Your Highness."
"From now on..."
"...Emma Frost..."
"...is your most loyal servant."
"And also your... Empress."
Arthas smiled with satisfaction, reached out to help her up, and casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
"Very good."
"However..."
"Words alone are no proof."
"You also need to prove your value."
"The Hellfire Club is still run by that Black King, right?"
Chapter 155: Mutant School
"Yes."
Emma stood up.
Since she had already decided to submit, she no longer hid her ambition.
"Sebastian Shaw."
"That egomaniac."
"He treats Mutants as tools, as pawns for his political maneuvering."
"I've wanted to get rid of him for a long time."
"But his ability to absorb energy is too strong."
"None of us are his match."
She looked at Arthas, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.
"Your Highness."
"I have a condition."
"Or rather... a request."
"As long as you can help me defeat Sebastian and help me seize control of the Hellfire Club."
"Then me and the entire Hellfire Club."
"Will all belong to you."
"Including... myself."
Speaking to the end.
She deliberately puffed out her chest, her deep cleavage swaying before Arthas's eyes, full of suggestion.
Arthas hooked her chin, looking into those eyes full of desire and ambition.
"Deal."
"A mere Shaw."
"In my eyes."
"Is nothing more than a blood-sucking flea."
"Since you want to be a queen."
"Then I will give you a crown."
"A crown of coronation stepping over the bones of the Black King."
The holographic projection in the room gradually dissipated, leaving only a trace of the tremor about the future in the air.
Arthas leaned back in his chair, playing with the empty wine glass in his hand.
His eyes calmly watched Emma sitting opposite him.
"Well then."
"The agreement is reached."
"You may go back."
"Lady White Queen, or rather..."
"Future Your Majesty the Queen?"
Emma stood up and smoothed out her skirt, which was a bit wrinkled from her earlier excitement.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heartbeat.
Everything that happened today was truly too shocking.
From being easily defeated to seeing that terrifying yet glorious future.
To this moment.
She felt that the trajectory of her life had been completely rewritten.
"Yes."
"Your Highness."
She bowed slightly.
Performing a standard court etiquette.
This time, there was no trace of perfunctoriness, nor the bone-deep arrogance.
Only submission.
"I will go back and prepare."
"Waiting for your... summons."
"Whenever you have time to deal with Sebastian."
"I will cooperate immediately."
"And deliver that vampire's head to you."
She turned and walked toward the door, her high heels making a dull sound on the carpet.
Just as her hand touched the doorknob.
"Wait a moment."
Arthas's voice suddenly rang out.
At the same time.
Emma's hand also stopped.
She turned around and looked at Arthas.
Almost in unison, they said:
"Your Highness."
Both were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled.
This kind of rapport was somewhat unexpected.
"You go first."
Arthas made a "please" gesture.
"No."
Emma shook her head, her eyes rippling with a hint of charm.
"Your Highness is the master, and I am the servant."
"Naturally, Your Highness should speak first."
"Your command is my law."
Arthas was not polite either.
He stood up, walked to the window, and watched the sky outside gradually darkening.
"It's not a big deal."
"It's just..."
"As you've seen."
"In this manor, besides those maids, there are only those little girls."
"That..."
"Although Sister Hippolyta can teach them how to fight."
"But in other aspects..."
"*Cough cough*."
"The Amazon way of education."
"Is truly too... hardcore."
Emma blinked, not quite reacting.
Is this...
Complaining to her about household chores?
Or complaining about that woman just now—so that woman was the Amazon Queen?
But since Your Highness is a god, it should be normal for the Amazon Queen to exist.
"So?"
She asked tentatively.
"So."
Arthas turned around to look at her.
"I have a few... let's call them adopted daughters."
"They're those little red-haired girls you might have seen downstairs just now."
"Their experiences are quite special."
"They used to be Red Room Agent candidates."
"Psychologically..."
"There might be some issues that need guidance."
"And you."
Arthas pointed at Emma.
"Although you are an ambitious person."
"Although you are a... somewhat bad woman."
"But I can see."
"Toward your own kind, especially toward those young and lost Mutants."
"You are quite compassionate."
"And your telepathic ability."
"Using it for psychological counseling would be making the best use of it."
Emma was stunned.
She didn't expect that Arthas called her back.
Actually for this?
To let her...
Be a nanny for a few little girls? Or a psychological counselor?
This...
Isn't the style a bit off?
She is the White Queen! A high-ranking member of the Hellfire Club!
How did she suddenly become... a tutor?
"And."
Arthas didn't care about her expression.
He continued.
"This is only the first step."
"Since I want to build the future of Mutants."
"It cannot rely solely on fighting and killing."
"Education is the foundation."
"I plan to build a school near this manor, or find a larger place."
"Establish a school."
"A school specifically for Mutants and other children with special abilities."
"Not only to teach them how to control their powers."
"But also to teach them culture, history, and... how to live as a normal person."
"Living in this world."
"Instead of being treated as monsters or weapons."
Arthas looked at Emma, his eyes shining with a light that made her feel dazzled.
"And you, Emma Frost."
"Not only possess powerful abilities but also have enough wisdom and means."
"Even..."
"You have that noble temperament."
"You are the most suitable person to be the principal."
"Mutant... school?"
Emma murmured to herself.
This word was like a bolt of lightning, striking her heart.
She had once imagined it too.
If there were a place where Mutant children could grow up safely, how wonderful that would be.
But that was just an unreachable dream.
In this hostile world.
Even survival was a problem; who would have the heart for education?
But now this man, this god-like man.
Casual as if it were nothing, turned this dream into a realistic plan.
And he wanted her to lead it?
To let her be...
The principal?
This was not just power.
It was a...
Never-before-felt sense of responsibility and glory.
She looked at Arthas, her eyes unexpectedly becoming a bit warm.
At this moment.
Her submission to Arthas was no longer out of fear, nor out of interest.
But because of...
A true, heartfelt admiration.
"Yes."
"Your Highness."
Her voice trembled slightly, but was exceptionally firm.
"I am willing."
"When I have time, I will come over to help you look after those children."
"Regarding the school matter."
"I will... go all out."
"I will never let you down."
Chapter 156: The White Queen's Temptation
"I'm willing."
"If I have time, I will come over and help you look after those children."
"Regarding the matter of the school."
"I will... give it my all."
"I definitely won't let you down."
Arthas nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good."
"Then it's settled. As for the specific location and funding, I'll arrange for someone to handle it."
"You only need to be responsible for..."
"Bringing those lost little lambs home."
"Now it's your turn."
Arthas sat back in his chair and looked at Emma.
"What were you trying to say just now? Any requests?"
"Feel free to mention them."
"As long as it's not excessive, I'll consider it."
Emma took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions.
She slowly walked up to Arthas.
She didn't sit down, but stood there, looking down at Arthas.
Of course, this "looking down" wasn't out of arrogance.
But rather a kind of...
Strategy to showcase her physical advantages.
She puffed out her chest slightly, and the scenery beneath that deep V-neckline looked exceptionally alluring under the lights.
"Your Highness."
Her voice became somewhat soft and sweet, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
"What you just said."
"It's truly wonderful."
"So wonderful that I... find it a bit hard to believe."
"If you can really eliminate Sebastian, really establish that school, and really lead the Mutants... toward the light."
"Then your prestige would likely surpass any leader in history."
"At that time, as for me, the so-called 'Mutant Queen'..."
"What value would I still have?"
"Or rather, by your side."
"Women as powerful as Queen Hippolyta."
"There's probably more than one, right?"
"This little White Queen of yours, when the time comes..."
"Will I be forgotten in a corner? Or even..."
"Discarded at will?"
She reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing over Arthas's shoulder, following his collar down toward his chest.
"After all."
"Once you control the Hellfire Club."
"And control all the Mutants."
"I won't have any bargaining chips left in my hands."
"Except for..."
"Myself."
Arthas looked at her with a playful glint in his eyes.
He naturally understood what Emma meant.
This woman was very smart and realistic; she knew that things like loyalty weren't always reliable.
Especially for a monarch who possessed absolute power.
Only by establishing a deeper connection.
Only by making herself a part of the other person's "private property."
Or even...
The most intimate part.
Could she gain a true sense of security in this game of power.
Of course, besides these calculations of interest.
Arthas could also feel it.
The slight trembling from Emma's fingertips and the burning fire deep in her eyes.
It was desire.
A longing for the strong.
For him, the conqueror...
Lusting after his body.
To put it bluntly, it was a mix of physical attraction, attraction to power, and tied interests.
The combination of these three led her to this decision.
"And so?"
Arthas didn't avoid her hand; instead, he grabbed her wrist.
With a slight pull, he drew her toward him.
Emma went with the flow and fell right onto his lap.
Those long legs in white Stockings pressed tightly against Arthas's trousers, bringing a heart-pounding sensation.
"So..."
Emma wrapped her arms around Arthas's neck, pressing her entire body against him.
The rich scent of perfume, mixed with her unique body fragrance, instantly enveloped Arthas.
Her face was very close, and in those blue eyes, it was as if ripples were shimmering.
"Since from now on, I, along with the Hellfire Club, will be Your Highness's property."
"Then today..."
"Let me collect a little interest first."
"Or perhaps... the principal."
"It shouldn't..."
"Be too much, right?"
Her red lips parted slightly, her breath like orchids.
Every word was like a seduction, like lighting a fire.
"The principal?"
Arthas laughed.
"Since you're my property."
"Then indeed..."
"I should leave a mark, or..."
"Inspect the goods."
Before he could finish speaking.
Emma had already initiated a kiss.
It was a kiss full of passion, wildness, and even a hint of aggression.
Her lips were soft and hot, carrying the mellow aroma of whiskey.
It wasn't just a touch of the lips; her tongue was like a nimble little snake.
Prying open Arthas's teeth, it drove straight in to entwine with him.
This wasn't a subtle or shy kiss, but a naked release of desire.
Emma closed her eyes, her hands tightly clutching Arthas's hair.
Her body writhed and rubbed against him in his arms.
As if she wanted to merge herself into Arthas's body.
While they were kissing.
Arthas felt a faint, tingling mental current.
Spreading through his entire body from their point of contact.
That was Emma's telepathic ability.
Unconsciously leaking out in a state of extreme excitement.
Bringing about a kind of...
soul-merging pleasure.
Arthas didn't hold back either, wrapping his hand around her slender yet elastic waist.
He responded forcefully, his large hand wandering across her back, waist, and hips.
Feeling the amazing elasticity through her clothes.
At this moment.
The air in the room seemed to ignite, with only heavy breathing and the sound of wet kisses echoing in the silent night.
A long time later.
The two finally separated.
Emma leaned against Arthas's chest, panting for breath.
Her eyes were dazed.
Her lips were red and swollen.
Her face carried the flush of satisfaction.
She reached out a finger, gently stroking Arthas's lips, a smug smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
"Marking... complete."
"Your Highness."
"Now."
"I am your... exclusive queen."
She stood up from Arthas and tidied her somewhat disheveled clothes.
Although her hair was still a bit messy, it only added a touch of lazy sexiness to her.
"Then I'll head back first."
"Your Highness."
"Don't forget our agreement."
"And..."
"This school."
She walked to the door and turned back to blow Arthas a kiss.
"Goodnight."
"My... Master."
Watching Emma's retreating back.
Arthas touched his lips; her taste seemed to linger there.
"This woman..."
"She really is a vixen."
He shook his head.
But the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
This time.
He hadn't just won over a powerful subordinate.
But also secured a principal for a Mutant School.
And incidentally...
Enjoyed some erotic good fortune.
It was an absolute steal.
Just then, Hippolyta's voice came from outside the door.
"What?"
"The wild flower is gone?"
"Did she taste good?"
Hippolyta leaned against the doorframe, looking at him with a half-smile.
Still holding that unfinished glass of red wine.
"Since the 'official business' is finished."
"Then is it time for..."
"The big sister at home?"
Chapter 157: The Mother-in-Law's Vow of a Kiss
Arthas was stunned for a moment, then immediately broke into a wide grin.
"Of course!"
"Sister, please come in!"
Hippolyta walked in and leaned sideways against the doorframe of Arthas's bedroom.
Her long legs were crossed, and her flesh-colored glossy Stockings shimmered delicately under the dim wall lamps of the hallway.
She swirled the red wine glass in her hand; the liquid inside was as red as blood, much like the color of her lips at this moment.
The air still held the lingering scent of Emma Frost's heavy perfume.
That aggressive, sickly sweet scent tangled with the fresh, slightly salty sea breeze aroma of Hippolyta, creating a subtle olfactory conflict.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Hippolyta sniffed, her brow furrowing slightly as her gaze swept over Arthas.
Finally, it landed on his shirt collar, which he hadn't had time to straighten.
"It seems..."
"...the battle was quite intense."
"Even with me, your mother-in-law, right next door..."
"...you can still have such a good time with another woman."
"It looks like from now on, I'll have to keep a closer eye on you for Diana's sake."
"To prevent you, this little Asgardian Stallion, from spreading your affections everywhere."
Arthas hurried over, wanting to take the wine glass from her hand, but Hippolyta lightly dodged him.
"Sister! Stop teasing me."
"I was doing that for business! For justice!"
"That White Queen..."
"...she is a key figure among the Mutants."
"I was doing it to recruit forces, for the peace of Earth!"
He raised his hands with an innocent look on his face.
Attempting to use these high-sounding words to cover up the lust-filled transaction that had just taken place.
"Justice?"
Hippolyta scoffed.
She stepped closer to Arthas, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke.
"Is it that in the eyes of you men..."
"...as long as a woman is beautiful..."
"...it can all be for the sake of justice?"
"You certainly have plenty of excuses."
She reached out a finger and poked Arthas's chest.
"Fine."
"I can't be bothered to care about your messy affairs."
"As long as you don't forget Diana, it's fine."
With that, she turned and walked into the room, casually placing the empty wine glass on the table.
Then she headed straight for the large double bed.
Without taking off her shoes, she sat directly on it.
She leaned back against the soft upholstered headboard, her legs resting casually on the edge of the bed.
Her hemline rode up slightly due to her posture, revealing more of the skin on her thighs encased in Stockings.
That flesh-colored nylon texture looked exceptionally tempting under the light.
"I'm exhausted."
She sighed and reached up to rub her temples.
"Today I was helping that group of young girls adjust their postures."
"Their foundations are decent enough..."
"...but they're just too clumsy."
"I taught them for ages, and they still haven't learned how to exert force properly."
"It's left me with an aching back and sore muscles."
She looked at Arthas standing to the side, her gaze turning somewhat languid, carrying a hint of a queen's characteristic commanding tone.
"Come here."
"Give me a massage."
"I did help you train those young girls, after all."
"Even if there's no glory, there was certainly hard work."
"Shouldn't you show some appreciation?"
Arthas looked at the beautiful legs in Stockings right before his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.
How was this a punishment?
This was clearly a reward!
For this level of service, he would be willing to pay her!
"Yes!"
"Sister!"
"To serve you..."
"...is my honor!"
He immediately turned into a sycophant, scurrying over and squatting by the bed, even considerately trying to help Hippolyta take off her high heels.
"No need to take them off."
Hippolyta pulled her feet back, stopping his movements.
Those red-bottomed high heels remained on her feet, the toes swaying gently with her movements as if teasing him.
"Just massage like this."
"If I take my shoes off..."
"...and you happen to have some improper intentions..."
"...how would I kick you?"
A playful smile curled at the corners of her mouth; she had clearly seen through Arthas's little scheme.
"Sister, I'm being framed!"
"How would I dare!"
Arthas protested his innocence verbally.
But his hands had already honestly covered them; the moment his palms touched the Stockings...
...that delicate, smooth sensation, slightly cool yet radiating body heat, instantly spread through his nerve endings.
Hippolyta's calf lines were very beautiful—not a scrawny boniness, but muscle lines full of power and elasticity.
It was a perfect masterpiece honed by long-term combat and training.
Even through a layer of Stockings, he could feel that firmness.
Arthas's fingers applied light pressure, pressing into the calf muscles.
That was a place prone to fatigue, so he quietly channeled a trace of the Divine Power of Light.
Letting his fingertips grow warm, the power seeped deep into the muscles to relieve the soreness.
"Mmm..."
Hippolyta closed her eyes and let out a comfortable hum.
Her originally tense insteps slowly relaxed, her toes stretching inside the high heels.
Encouraged, Arthas grew bolder.
His hands slid up from the calves, passing over the back of the knees.
There was a thin layer of soft flesh there, making the touch even more sensitive.
Hippolyta's legs trembled slightly, but she didn't kick him away.
This gave Arthas a certain signal, or perhaps a form of tacit permission.
His hands continued upward to the thighs, where the flesh was fuller and the Stockings were stretched even tighter.
That tight tension made every press feel like playing a musical instrument.
Arthas's breathing began to grow heavy, and his gaze turned heated.
He wasn't just massaging; he was using his hands...
...to measure and feel the beauty of these legs.
That glossy texture flowed beneath his palms as if it possessed some kind of magic, adhering to his hands and making him reluctant to let go.
Although Hippolyta's eyes were closed...
...she could clearly feel the heat of Arthas's palms and his increasingly unruly movements.
His thumb was tracing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
That tingling sensation rushed straight to her head through her nerves, leaving her somewhat infatuated.
Damn it.
This little bastard.
How is his technique so good?
Or was it...
...that she herself was too sensitive?
The air in the room seemed to become somewhat thick.
An ambiguous atmosphere flowed between the two of them.
Arthas looked at Hippolyta's blushing face.
A face that, even with eyes closed, remained full of majesty yet did not lack charm.
That face...
...which bore a few resemblances to his beloved Diana.
The fire in his heart could finally no longer be suppressed.
He slowly leaned in, his movements very light, as if afraid of waking a sleeping lion.
His breath fanned across Hippolyta's face, carrying a hint of alcohol and male hormones.
Hippolyta's eyelashes fluttered.
She felt him drawing near.
But she didn't dodge, nor did she open her eyes.
She even tilted her chin up slightly, as if waiting for something.
Chapter 158: Seeing the ring of vows Again
Arthas no longer hesitated, lowered his head, and kissed those rosy lips.
They were the lips of a queen, carrying a hint of haughty coldness.
But at the moment of contact, they melted into a tenderness like water.
"Mm..."
Hippolyta let out a soft hum.
She didn't resist.
In fact...
She reached out and hooked her arms around Arthas's neck, deepening the kiss.
This kiss wasn't intense; it wasn't filled with the desire and predation like the one with Emma just now.
Instead, it was a kind of...
Lingering affection, carrying a sense of testing, warmth, and even a hint of the forbidden.
Arthas's hand remained on Hippolyta's thigh.
He caressed her gently through the Stockings, feeling the tremors of her body.
Meanwhile, Hippolyta's fingers slid into Arthas's hair, pulling at it lightly.
It was as if she were venting some emotion, or perhaps confirming some sort of existence.
Time seemed to stand still.
The entire world was reduced to the sound of their heartbeats and the wet sounds of their lips and teeth entangling.
This was a kiss that transcended status, transcended generations, and even transcended pantheons.
It was also a kiss that was long overdue.
From the moment he called her "Sister" on Paradise Island.
This seed had already been planted.
A long time later.
Hippolyta seemed to suddenly snap back to her senses, or perhaps felt it was enough.
She gently pushed Arthas's chest and broke the kiss.
Both were somewhat breathless, their eyes clouded with a hint of daze.
Arthas looked at her and was about to lean in again when a finger pressed against his lips.
"That's enough."
Hippolyta's voice was a bit raspy, carrying a lazy nasal tone that was exceptionally seductive.
"Giving you a little benefit is fine, but don't push your luck."
"You haven't even finished coaxing your Sister yet."
"That bit just now was just to make you show some restraint and stop chasing girls everywhere."
"Using all your energy in places it shouldn't be used."
"The fields at home haven't even been plowed yet."
"And you're already thinking about clearing new land outside?"
Arthas grabbed the finger pressed against his lips and kissed the fingertip.
He gave a cheeky grin.
"I understand, Sister."
"The fields at home are the best and most fertile."
"I will definitely work hard and plow diligently from now on."
"I'll never slack off!"
"Especially this field of Sister's..."
Before he could finish his suggestive talk.
Hippolyta gave him a White look and pulled her hand back.
She straightened her slightly messy collar and sat up from the bed.
She smoothed her skirt, returning to her dignified sitting posture.
But the blush on her face hadn't completely faded.
In those eyes, there flickered a kind of...
Shyness and expectation that Arthas had never seen before.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made a major decision.
She extended her fair right hand, palm up, in front of Arthas.
"Give it to me."
Arthas was a bit confused.
Looking at that palm, the lines were clear and the fingers long.
But he didn't understand what she meant at all.
"Ah?"
"What?"
"Do you want another massage?"
"Hands too?"
"No problem!"
He was about to reach out and grab it when Hippolytaslapped the back of his hand.
"Don't play dumb!"
Hippolyta glared at him.
Her face turned even redder, even to the tips of her ears.
She bit her lip, her eyes darting away, but she still kept her hand extended.
"I want that."
"That... ring."
The ring of vows."
"You should have many, right?"
"Give me one."
Arthas was stunned.
Completely stunned.
His brain stalled for three seconds.
The ring of vows?
That was the token of love he gave to his wives!
Hippolyta...
Was asking for this proactively? What did this mean?
It meant...
She no longer considered herself just the "mother-in-law."
Nor just an ambiguous "Sister."
She wanted to...
Truly join this "big family"?
Become his...
Woman?
Ecstasy.
A massive, indescribable wave of ecstasy instantly flooded Arthas.
This was even more exciting than winning a Divine War!
The Amazon Queen!
Diana's mother!
The ceiling of mature beauties he had been dreaming of!
She was actually asking for a ring!
Was there even a need to hesitate?
Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would have to give them to her!
"I have it!"
"I definitely have it!"
"As many as you want!"
"Not just one!"
"Ten would be fine!"
He hurriedly pulled an exquisite box out of his pocket dimension.
It was something he had prepared long ago, specifically reserved for Hippolyta.
Crafted from star-core fragments of Nidavellir, it was inlaid with a golden gemstone representing Amazonian glory.
He opened the box, and the ring lay there quietly, emitting a soft golden light.
Arthas carefully took out the ring.
He didn't just hand it to Hippolyta; instead, he took her hand and gently lifted it.
Hippolyta's fingers trembled slightly.
But she didn't pull back.
Arthas looked into her eyes; in those purple pupils, there was only his reflection now.
He took a deep breath.
With great solemnity, he slowly slid the ring of vows onto Hippolyta's ring finger.
The size was perfect.
As if it were naturally made for her.
The moment the ring was fully on.
A familiar ripple of pink Divine Power instantly spread out—it was the resonance of the Echo of Love.
Arthas felt it.
An indestructible bridge had been established between his soul and Hippolyta's.
Hippolyta felt it too.
She looked at the ring on her hand, feeling that warm power.
An extremely gentle smile appeared on her face.
In that smile, there was no longer the majesty of a queen, only the happiness of a woman.
"Not bad."
She raised her hand, shaking it under the light.
She seemed very satisfied with the style.
"I'll take it as you being thoughtful."
"Since I've put this on."
"From now on..."
"I am your person as well."
"If you ever dare to treat me poorly or bully Diana."
"Hmph."
"Watch out, I'll take my daughter and run away from home together."
"I'll leave you with nowhere to cry."
Although her words were threatening, her actions weren't fierce at all.
She leaned in and cupped Arthas's face.
On the lips she had just kissed, she pressed another firm kiss.
"This is a reward."
"Go to sleep properly."
"Stop thinking about all those messy things."
After saying that, she stood up.
Like a cat that had successfully stolen a treat, she carried a hint of pride, a hint of shyness, and a hint of satisfaction.
Stepping in her high heels, click-clack, she walked out of the room.
Leaving Arthas alone, sitting by the bed, grinning foolishly while touching his lips.
Tonight really was a huge win.
...
The next morning at Dawn Manor, the early morning sunlight stubbornly squeezed through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a long, thin beam of light onto the dark wooden floor.
The air was filled with a faint scent of sea breeze, and...
A trace of an almost imperceptible milky fragrance.
Arthas rolled over.
The interaction with his "mother-in-law" Hippolyta last night.
Although it only went so far, that kind of mental pleasure and satisfaction was more effective than any Spirit Pill.
He dizzily reached out, wanting to grab the pocket watch on the nightstand to check the time.
However, halfway there, his hand touched something warm, soft, and slightly elastic.
Chapter 159: The Red Room Loli's Morning "Interrogation"
It wasn't a pillow, nor was it a quilt.
That sensation felt more like...
Human skin?
And it was that incredibly delicate kind of skin that only children possess.
"Hmm?"
Arthas snapped halfway awake and jerked his eyes open.
What met his eyes was a close-up of a porcelain-like little face.
Her short red hair was a bit messy, looking like a little bird's nest.
Those large emerald-green eyes were staring at him without blinking.
She was less than five centimeters away from his face.
He could even feel the heat of her breath, which carried a pleasant scent of milk.
"Holy crap!"
Arthas instinctively recoiled.
He nearly rolled right off the bed.
He grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself up tightly, leaving only his head exposed.
He looked warily at this uninvited guest who had appeared on his bed at some unknown time.
"Natasha?!"
"You... why are you here?!"
"And!"
"How did you get in?!"
His strength was nearly at the level of a God King!
While he might trust Natasha and hadn't set up any defenses or turned on alert mode for her...
At the very least, he shouldn't have been completely unresponsive, right?
Had this little girl's stealth talent already reached such a level?
Natasha Romanoff, the future Black Widow.
Right now, she was sitting cross-legged on Arthas's bed.
She was wearing an oversized white T-shirt, clearly stolen from Arthas.
Her chubby little legs were bare, and she was hugging a dolphin plushie in her arms.
Facing Arthas's questioning, she wasn't flustered at all; she even seemed a bit self-righteous.
She tilted her head, pouted her cherry-like little mouth, and said with a serious face:
"Big Brother Arthas, you're awake?"
"I've been watching you for a long time."
"You even drool when you sleep."
"Don't change the subject!"
Arthas pulled a long face, trying to muster some parental authority.
"I'm asking you."
"Why didn't you knock?"
"And."
"Coming into a man's room so early."
"Don't you know it's dangerous?"
Even though she was just a little loli who hadn't grown up yet.
There was still a difference between men and women!
If Hippolyta saw this...
There was no telling how she'd label him a 'pervert' again.
"What's dangerous about it?"
Natasha blinked her large eyes, looking innocent.
"Big Brother Arthas isn't a bad person."
"Besides."
"I'm here to ask about serious business."
She tossed the plushie aside.
Leaning forward, she propped her hands on the bed.
In those eyes that should have belonged to an innocent child, there was now a hint of...
Scrutiny and jealousy that one would only see in a harem drama.
"Big Brother Arthas, I've wanted to ask for a while."
"That woman living next door, who exactly is she?"
"I see her and you..."
...seem very close."
"And she even came to train us yesterday."
"She's so mean."
"Hmph."
She wrinkled her nose.
She was clearly full of hostility toward the 'bad woman' who had stolen Arthas's attention and subjected them to devilish training.
Arthas was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.
How old was this little girl?
She was already starting to meddle in things like this?
The Red Room's education really started from childhood; even her jealousy was so professional.
He reached out and ruffled Natasha's messy red hair.
"What do you know, you little brat?"
"That's adult business."
"That is Big Sister Hippolyta, the Queen of the Amazons."
"She's also your future... ahem."
"Anyway, she's here to help you all become stronger."
"You should be thanking her."
"How do I not know!"
Natasha indignantly slapped Arthas's hand away.
Her little mouth pouted even higher, enough to hang an oil bottle from it.
"Isn't it just that stuff? I know all about it!"
"The female instructors at the base gave us lessons."
"When a man and a woman are shut in a room together."
"They do that... that kind of thing."
"I smelled it!"
"She has your scent on her! And you have her scent on you!"
"You guys definitely... did it!"
Arthas nearly choked on his own spit.
Are kids nowadays so precocious?
And what kind of nonsense are the Red Room instructors teaching?!
She's only an eight or nine-year-old girl!
How did she already max out a skill like'scent tracking'?
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Arthas hurriedly interrupted her wild words.
If he let her continue...
Terms like 'having babies' or 'abandonment' would probably start popping out.
"What do you mean 'this and that'."
"That was... that was tactical exchange!"
"Right!"
"Tactical exchange!"
He forced an explanation, his face not even reddening.
"Besides."
Arthas spoke solemnly, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
"Natasha, you have to realize."
"Big Sister Hippolyta is one of the strongest female warriors in the world."
"Having her personally teach you..."
...is an opportunity many people couldn't get even if they begged."
"Her combat techniques, her battle awareness."
"And that sense of honor as a warrior."
"These are all things you lack most right now."
"Don't you always want to become stronger?"
"Don't want to be bullied anymore? Don't want to be a tool anymore?"
"Then follow her and learn well."
At the mention of the words "become stronger."
Natasha's gaze wavered slightly.
Although she didn't like that 'bad woman', she had to admit.
That woman's skills were indeed ridiculously strong.
In just one morning of training.
She had utterly crushed these self-righteous little Agents.
Even Yelena, the most mischievous one, had been trained into submission.
"But..."
Natasha was still a bit unwilling.
She looked at Arthas, a flicker of expectation in her eyes.
"If I become as strong as her."
"Big Brother Arthas..."
"Will you like me more?"
Arthas looked at the little girl.
His heart softened.
He knew.
These children grew up in such a cruel environment.
They were extremely insecure and desperately craved recognition.
He reached out.
This time, he didn't ruffle her hair, but gently touched her cheek.
His tone became exceptionally gentle.
"Of course."
"I've always had high hopes for you."
"Natasha."
"You have talent and tenacity that others don't."
"Once you've learned the Amazon Martial Techniques well."
"And built a solid foundation."
"I will also enhance your body using the best serums."
"Even... magic."
"I will teach you how to use those supernatural powers."
"To train you into..."
"The top Agent in this world."
"Or even... a superhero."
"By then, you won't need to rely on anyone."
"You can protect yourself, and you can protect the people you want to protect."