Chapter 186: Spy Tamer (01)

Ophelia couldn’t help but be surprised when she saw Ethan approaching.

She had received a few reports about the young lord from the two spies planted in Goldenveil, but they consisted only of practical information, particularly regarding his power and personality.

As for his appearance, all she knew was that he had golden hair and blue eyes.

Based on this scant information, she had immediately conjured up in her mind the image of an ugly, hedonistic, filthy pig who forced beautiful women into his bed to satisfy his sick desires.

Well, at least that was the impression the spies stationed in Goldenveil had given her, and for the past month, that was the image she had cultivated of him.

But this was definitely not the man walking toward her now.

His features were masculine, symmetrical, and beautiful.

He was tall and powerfully built, his sculpted muscles showing clearly through the thin fabric of the white shirt he wore.

He was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most handsome man she had ever seen in her entire life.

Considering his light clothing and the snowstorm lashing the area, he should have been freezing to death.

Yet he didn’t shiver even a little, just like her.

The difference was that she was using mana to protect herself. Ethan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be circulating his aura at all.

The young lord was also caught off guard upon encountering Ophelia at his gates.

He had been relaxing peacefully in his mansion when, all of a sudden, he sensed a strange mana hovering around Goldenveil.

He hadn’t expected it to be anything major, yet finding a woman of incomparable beauty standing before his walls certainly took him by surprise.

His eyes fell upon those enormous pale tits, their creamy, sensual tops spilling generously over the edge of her cleavage and exposed to the biting cold. The icy wind had drawn only the faintest goosebumps across the silken skin.

A hot, busty milf, clearly powerful, appearing at his doorstep.

Ethan glanced at her status screen, noting that she was a shadow mage and had no last name.

Was she a commoner? Or was she hiding it somehow?

"Who are you?" Ethan finally asked.

A sweet smile danced on Ophelia’s full lips.

"Oh... darling, I can see you’ve grown quite a bit since your expulsion from Darkwall, fufufu~"

Ophelia took a step forward, ignoring the slight shock that flashed across Ethan’s face for a brief moment.

He was handsome, no doubt, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who let herself be swayed by mere beauty.

Not enough to change her goals, at least. She had already killed enough men not to place much importance on that sort of thing.

Ever since Alistair’s birth, she had completely lost interest in men.

Standing in front of Ethan, who didn’t back down a single inch, Ophelia leaned forward.

Her delicate arms pressed against her breasts from both sides, squeezing the pale flesh together until it bulged over her neckline in two soft, doughy mounds, the plump tops trembling with the slow movement of her hands.

A deep, inviting valley formed between them, the creamy meat overflowing in a heavy, jiggling display meant to draw any man’s eyes downward.

Her palms came to rest against his powerful abdomen, then slid upward, reaching the collar of his shirt and adjusting it with care.

"I’m Ophelia. Your mother sent me as soon as she heard what happened to you," she murmured, pressing her body fully against him.

Her ample breasts squashed against his firm chest, the soft, pillowy flesh molding itself to the hard wall of muscle.

Her cleavage swelled even higher above the line of her top, plump mounds pushed up and outward with every inch she sank against him.

She had to stand on her tiptoes for their faces to be almost level.

"Your father really has no idea what he did... that senile old man," she said with a click of her tongue.

At that moment, Ethan smiled, his hands sliding firmly to Ophelia’s waist and pulling her tight against him.

Turning his gaze to the guards, he ordered, "Return to your posts inside the wall. I’ll handle this from here."

The guards nodded, then quickly took shelter from the cold inside the walls, leaving the two of them completely alone beneath the silently falling snow.

"Ah... it’s good to know that one of my mother’s mages is here," Ethan remarked, one hand sliding down to grip the plump cheek of her ass.

His fingers sank deep into the soft, pillowy flesh, the generous curve of her rear molding under his palm.

For a brief moment, Ophelia shuddered, her cheeks flushing slightly as she fought the urge to push him away.

That bastard had just learned her name and already dared to touch her like that?

Still, she kept her expression composed, giving nothing away.

Honestly, if Ethan weren’t a Golden Lord, she’d simply poison him. But it wouldn’t be worth the trouble.

Only a Golden Lord could permanently kill another Golden Lord outright.

When killed in any other way, they could be reborn up to two times. Therefore, she’d just be warning him of her true intentions for nothing.

"Shall we go inside, Aunt Ophelia? It’s cold out here. Come, I’ll serve you one of the finest wines in all of Goldenveil!"

Ethan flashed a wide smile, keeping one hand firmly on Ophelia’s waist as he walked beside her.

That hand, naturally, didn’t stay there for long.

It drifted slowly upward along the curve of her ribs, climbing higher until it cupped the heavy underside of one breast.

The plump weight settled fully into his palm with a soft, warm bounce, the tender flesh overflowing his grip and spilling out from between his fingers, far too generous to be contained by a single hand.

"Oh... you’re so vigorous, befitting someone so young and the mistress’s son," Ophelia smiled, skillfully hiding the slight tremor running through her legs.

’As expected... She’s not one of my mother’s mages...’

Ethan’s eyes fell upon the system notifications that had popped up.

[The skill ’Touch of the God of Love’ has been automatically activated!]

[Ophelia’s loyalty has increased by 1 point.]

[Ophelia’s opinion has increased by 1 point.]

He didn’t even need that to realize Ophelia was lying.

First of all, his mother didn’t have many female mages under her command, and Ethan knew each of them well.

Even if, for some reason, he had forgotten their faces and names, he clearly remembered that none of them had any problem with him touching their breasts.

They were, in fact, the first women whose tits his hands had ever sunk into.

Ignoring the mother of this body’s original owner, of course.

The only remaining possibility was that Ophelia was a new subordinate. However, those system notifications confirmed otherwise.

Ophelia could only be a spy from Whitefall.