Chapter 89

Sigma made a common-sense mistake.

"Raising the other party's expectations to the highest point, using words to push them step by step, forcing her to make a very shameful request, and then mercilessly rejecting her to shatter her fantasies"—this extremely over-the-top and despicable method was indeed very much in line with President Sara's style. It could also satisfy Sigma's manipulative and sadistic tendencies to the fullest. Whether Sigma was willing to admit it or not, the Dark King's influence on him was subtle and pervasive. However, he overlooked a very important issue—Sargeras could never die no matter how reckless he was because the Dark King himself possessed extraordinary personal strength. His powerful abilities allowed Sargeras to stroll leisurely even when the other party's anger reached its peak, and he could even enjoy the other party's rage as a post-meal dessert. Sigma originally thought he had this ability too, and his high success rate in the past two years of outwitting necromancers gave him the illusion that "I am indeed very capable and won't die no matter how reckless I am." Recently, whether it was his playful teasing of Alice or his smooth success in teasing Athena, it further reinforced this illusion.

Until he met the paladin.

Now, he truly felt the authenticity of Instructor Arno's teachings—mages' melee skills are merely a last-ditch survival charm, and a mage should never actively seek melee combat with a melee-oriented enemy. Unfortunately, it was a bit too late.

The most insolvable problem is when an extremely rational and calm person goes berserk.

This was the only thought that arose in his mind when he saw Jili, her eyes brimming with tears, crying and grabbing at him.

The small path suddenly echoed with the necromancer's frantic cries.

"…I know, I know! I'll show you! I'll show you, okay! Just don't choke me! This is murder! Get off me! Your armor is too heavy! Don't press so close! It's all hard and I can't feel anything! At least take off your armor! Oh, damn… I warn you, stop it! I'm going to hit you! I'm going to hit you!"

Clearly, after the three deadly stages of the picture book—shameful play—cruel rejection, Jili realized that this extremely despicable guy was just toying with her pure heart. The panic of being discovered, the shame of being forced to say those words, and the anger of being toyed with… all these emotions ignited the breaking point when her anger reached its threshold, instantly robbing the paladin of her reason. When the calm and rational facade was shattered, what was revealed was just the anger and embarrassment of a girl whose secret had been exposed, like a kitten's scratch.

So, it was just the anger and embarrassment of a kitten's scratch.

Not the wrath of a holy paladin.

The other party did not use holy light or any of the ten great holy paladin combat techniques.

But Sigma still sadly realized a fact—no matter how strong a mage is, he is still just a mage. Wrestling and competing in strength with a paladin…

So on this sparsely populated path, when the angry and embarrassed girl came crying and grabbing, Sigma was helplessly and spectacularly pushed over. Note, this was not some kind of good fortune, because Jili was wearing a thin steel-woven feather knight armor. He only saw a metal can rushing over, then felt a powerful force like a tidal wave, and after a dizzying spin, he was involuntarily pushed off the path and fell into the nearby green belt.

Because it's important, it needs to be said twice: this is not some kind of good fortune.

Indeed, being reverse-pushed by a girl, being assaulted on the roadside, or having a wild encounter, are all things every man dreams of. Imagine this: under the sky, the wind rustles, the clouds cover the sun's shy face, and the green shrubs and tree shadows hide a passionate couple. The girl, gathering her courage, successfully initiates a bold move, her youthful and beautiful body gently covering the other party. Her blushing, nervous face looks incredibly cute. She tightly closes her eyes, slightly pouts her lips, and forcefully plants a shy but bold kiss on the man's lips, who is still confused. Her delicate hands, though clumsy, roam over his body, trying to convey her feelings with the knowledge gained from those erotic books…

But reality is usually infinitely far from dreams, and the good things in those erotic books are all lies.

At this moment, the knight girl pressing Sigma down was indeed very shy, but this shyness was a shortened form of "proud but not shy anger." Her youthful and charming body, encased in a hard, shiny steel armor, weighed over a hundred pounds and pressed down on Sigma, neither elastic nor warm. Her possibly beautiful delicate hands, wrapped in steel chain gloves, did not gently roam or undress him but instead scratched and clawed, finally grabbing Sigma's neck, looking like she was trying to kill him.

"Terrible! Terrible! Too terrible!" The irrational paladin girl grabbed Sigma's neck and shook him.

Fortunately, she was currently in a shy mode, forgetting to use holy light and the terrifying wrist strength of a paladin. Sigma grabbed her wrists and tried to pry them apart, shouting, "Let go! I'm going to call for help! Help! The Church's paladin is eating people! The handsome, charming, and pure necromancer is being eaten by a perverted paladin!"

Although this path was not often used, there were still passing necromancers. A stoic-faced necromancer heard Sigma's cries for help and instinctively recognized that this plea belonged to the great demon Sigma, who ruled Atlas with tyranny. The voice sounded helpless and painful, making the passing necromancer's heart tighten. Almost everyone in the academy hoped someone could discipline this troublemaker, but it didn't mean they would watch the future star fall into danger. So, in less than a second, the necromancer made a decision. He took a short staff from his waist and ran in the direction of Sigma's cries for help.

Turning a corner, he reached the location of the cries. The necromancer focused and then froze in place.

He saw a broad-leafed shrub typical of the land of the dead.

The large shrub blocked most of their bodies, only revealing four entangled legs.

Clearly, two of the legs belonged to a necromancer, as the thick-soled short boots on his feet were the academy's standard issue.

The other two legs belonged to a female paladin, as evidenced by the female steel boots and the long, beautiful legs encased in trousers.

The upper bodies of the two were hidden by the shrub.

The four legs below were entangled and kicking wildly.

Through the gaps in the shrub leaves, shadows could be seen.

Sigma's distinctive voice, threats, and shouts.

A lady's shy cries, helpless sobs, and desperate shouts.

Even if the necromancer had low emotional intelligence, he could guess what the two were up to.

It must be one of those energy-wasting, extremely boring, falsely pleasurable, sensory-deceiving, and perverted games called "mating."

—Are you kidding me? Give me back my concern!

The well-intentioned necromancer showed a look of disgust and turned to leave.

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