Sabrina.
One of the four chief guards under Otto's command - and arguably the most terrifying.
Compared to the other three stunning beauties, Sabrina had the lowest combat ability, yet she ranked highest among the four guards.
Because her true terror didn't lie in physical strength - she was a mage.
What's most frightening? Magic attacks are most frightening!
What's more terrifying than magic attacks? A fully-equipped mage with infinite growth potential and stacked spell penetration!
Sabrina's ability was simple: seduction.
Born with natural allure, she'd been trained by Otto's mentor's wife to become the ultimate seductress.
To put it plainly, even Sabrina's natural scent had an aphrodisiac effect - ordinary men stood no chance.
She possessed countless tricks and a razor-sharp mind.
Though her physical combat skills weren't exceptional and her martial arts talent wasn't supreme... did she even need brute strength?
As long as men existed in this world, her power knew no limits.
With a single glance she could capture men's souls, driving them to madness - turning them into obsessed zombies who found all other women repulsive.
Most crucially, her training had indoctrinated complete devotion to her master Otto.
Loyal to the bone, she'd serve as his hunting hound without complaint. If Otto demanded her life with a smile, she'd gladly comply without hesitation.
Simultaneously, she remained utterly cold-hearted - to her, no one except Otto qualified as human.
Order her to kill a hundred people if it might make Otto's fingernails slightly more beautiful? Her only thought would be: "At work. Master's nails will be pretty."
That life-threatening kiss moments ago had nearly stolen Fyren's very soul. Thankfully he'd pushed her away in time... wait, no!
How had he pushed her away? Did he possess such capability?
Fyren's mind reeled. The people around him appeared as phantoms; all sounds seemed distant echoes.
Am I under her spell or not?
No wonder young master Hakan had abandoned all decorum, barging into their private room for a woman, disregarding basic etiquette between classmates to openly claim her.
He's definitely enchanted!
Sweat poured down Fyren's face as he gripped the table with trembling hands.
Sabrina naturally embraced Fyren. "Fyren, are you alright? You're sweating so much..."
As she spoke, she produced a handkerchief and dabbed his forehead.
Fyren now saw Sabrina as a literal soul-stealing ghost. He roughly shoved her away, gasping, "Don't touch me!"
Sabrina's eyes widened in genuine surprise.
This man... resisted me after a kiss? Pushed me away?
Never in her life had Sabrina been pushed away by any man - except for Otto!
Unwilling to accept this, Sabrina immediately moved to embrace Fyren again. "Fyren, aren't you feeling well...?"
Fyren shoved her away once more, shook his head violently, and stumbled toward the restroom with heavy footsteps.
Ice-cold water cascaded over his head, bringing some clarity back to his thoughts.
Looking at his dripping wet reflection in the mirror, he exhaled deeply.
This was bizarre!
He was just a minor villain - did they really need to send their ultimate weapon against him?
Sabrina's role was to assist Otto in dealing with major players!
What was he, Fyren, in comparison?
Was Otto really this threatened by him? To actually deploy this seduction expert to eliminate him?
When he emerged, his hearing had improved and his vision cleared.
Squinting, he noticed dark red hues deep within Hakan's pupils.
Definitely enchanted.
Sabrina immediately approached to support Fyren. "Fyren, are you better now?"
Before Fyren could respond, Xena intervened, pushing Sabrina aside. "I'll take care of Fyren."
Unaware of the situation, Xena assumed Fyren had fallen completely for this woman's charms. Through gritted teeth and a forced smile, she uttered words of feigned concern:
"Are you uncomfortable? Or perhaps... especially comfortable?"
Fyren looked seriously at Xena, then suddenly smiled and pinched her cheeks. "Xena, you're so sweet."
The jealous Xena found herself disarmed by Fyren's unexpected gesture.
Her anger melted into giddy excitement.
Blushing, she muttered, "Of course! You're the one who keeps pushing me away!"
Across the room, Eason and Hakan had been locked in a heated argument, their voices growing louder as tensions escalated toward violence.
Eason lacked emotional control and decision-making skills - unusual traits for a scion of a powerful family, but his spoiled upbringing had forged this temperament.
Compounded by their schoolyard rivalry, today's confrontation was inevitable.
As for Hakan, his abnormal behavior stemmed from Sabrina's enchantment - his mind was no longer his own.
Eason roared, "Fuck you, Hakan! Don't test me! I'm handling this girl today - if you've got problems, take them up with me! Asen protected you back then, but let's see who'll save you in Northlandia now!"
Hakan fired back: "Eason! I'm Hakan Hou! Your Chen family's petty business couldn't touch me nationally, let alone in Crystalpeak City! You think you have the resources? I could crush you in Northlandia!"
Fyren strode toward the table laughing. "Hakan, calm down. Eason."
Moving between them, Fyren clasped Hakan's wrist with a smile. "Hakan, we've been classmates for years - this bickering hurts our friendship."
"But you—"
"Hey hey hey, sit down first. Eason, you too. We're all classmates here."
After Fyren sat down, Sabrina immediately moved to sit beside him, but Xena swiftly claimed the spot first.
Sabrina stood awkwardly—she couldn't obviously go sit on Fyren's other side. But where should she sit? Surely not next to that Hale?
Eason took pity and quickly gestured for Sabrina to sit by him. Though reluctant, Sabrina maintained a perfect smile and gracefully took the seat beside Eason.
Fyren wrapped his arm around Xena in an intimate display, and Xena played along, nestling into his embrace.
Fyren smiled. "Let's have a drink first. Fill 'em up!"
Hakan and Eason both drank angrily, glaring at each other over their glasses.
Fyren laughed. "Hakan, we fought in school, but I've always respected you as a worthy opponent. Truth be told, I've admired you."
Hakan froze, unsure of Fyren's angle, but couldn't ignore such praise: "Haha, now that's how classmates should talk! You know me—treat me right, I'll return the favor."
Fyren said, "When I give my word, I keep it. If I say I'm covering this girl, I will. But I can't disregard an old classmate either."
"Oh? Then what's your solution?"
Fyren said, "Let's settle it with a game."
"A game? What kind?"
Fyren extended his hand, and Zaring immediately handed him a deck of cards. "Draw a card. Highest number wins the girl."
Sabrina seethed with rage.
Never in her life had she endured such humiliation.
What did they take her for? Drawing cards to decide her fate? Some gambling prize?
When she traveled the world, men fought desperately for her favor, risking life and limb!
Who would dare—who could even conceive—of wagering her like some commodity?
Hakan frowned. For one, the current standoff wasn't ideal—Fyren and Eason held considerable local influence, and prolonging this confrontation was unwise.
Secondly, he was an expert at cards, which Fyren knew well.
Hakan realized Fyren was offering him face by proposing a game in his specialty, providing a graceful way to concede.
"Haha, fine. But Fyren, this is a gentleman's agreement—no takebacks!"
"I told you—my word is my bond."
"Good!"
Fyren took the playing cards and with a swift "swish swish swish" shuffled the deck, using the motion to secretly conceal the two smallest cards in his sleeve.
Hakan frowned. Fyren's card skills were nowhere near his own—did he really think such a cheap trick would go unnoticed?
After giving the deck a seemingly casual cut, Hakan drew a card and flipped it up dramatically.
A queen.
Hakan smirked at Fyren. "Your turn."
The tension was palpable.
Two tycoons gambling over a woman, and Hakan had drawn such a high card—Fyren would need a king to win now.
Could he possibly draw a king?
Zaring was sweating bullets.
Just as Fyren pretended to reach for a card, one of Hakan's men suddenly shouted, "Young Master Fyren, that's hardly sporting, is it?"
Before Fyren could react, the man strode forward and violently grabbed his wrist—revealing himself to be an actual expert!
Their hands danced in a brief struggle before the man triumphantly produced a card from Fyren's sleeve with a smug grin.
"Young Master Fyren, our young master saw through these tricks back in elementary school."
The group stared accusingly at Fyren—how dare he cheat so shamelessly?
The man tossed the card onto the table. Hakan lifted a corner to reveal... a two.
Hakan's anger flared.
I was giving you an out, you idiot! Why play the hero?
The subordinate glanced proudly at Hakan as if to say: Did I do well, young master?
Hakan's half-formed words died on his lips as he glared daggers at the man.
With forced calm, Hakan said, "Go ahead... draw properly this time."
Fyren had no choice but to randomly select a card. When he saw it, his jaw clenched.
Noticing Fyren's expression, the overeager subordinate suddenly leaped forward—"Let me help you with that!"—and slammed the card onto the table.
The group gasped in unison:
"The King!"
Fyren stared incredulously at the man, who scratched his head in equal confusion while glancing back at Hakan.
Hakan looked ready to murder someone.
Meanwhile, unnoticed by all, Sabrina's eyes had turned glacial with malice—as if she could devour someone alive.
How could this be?!
That first card was a two.
Fyren... doesn't want me?
Me! Sabrina!
Heavenly beauty, born with seduction in my bones—no man alive can resist me!
For me, men have murdered, abandoned wives and children, squandered fortunes...
They would sacrifice everything to possess me!
Everything!
Yet Fyren... how dare you humiliate me like this?!