The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess-Chapter 83: Sudden Assassination

Phield fell into confusion.

He could clearly feel three legs kicking against him—it wasn’t an illusion.

"Could it be Simon, that damn pervert?"

Phield wanted to lift the tablecloth and look underneath, but that would violate noble dining etiquette.

The sensation on his leg didn’t feel like it came from a man, and Simon’s legs weren’t that long anyway.

Before Phield could figure it out, another leg kicked him again.

"???"

Could Florine be some kind of spider spirit? Unable to suppress his curiosity, Phield tried kicking both legs toward Florine.

"Mm~" Florine let out a soft hum, shooting him a look filled with confusion and curiosity.

That expression left Phield stunned. So it really wasn’t you... This is awkward. Turns out the pervert is me.

Simon, meanwhile, had no idea what was happening. His thoughts were still entirely occupied with the Vigor Elixir.

"Phield, can you explain the Vigor Elixir in detail? I’m really curious. It’s a pity—the sample I bought from the pleasure houses was taken away by Florine."

Florine had surely taken it to test its effects or check for toxicity. Phield nodded silently. If she had let the lord consume it without question, that would’ve been strange.

"Simply put, it makes you invincible—powerful and valiant." Phield raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, oh, oh! I heard that the men of Nightfall Domain can handle ten partners at once and won’t stop for an hour. They’re said to be the strongest men anyone has ever seen."

Simon’s face was full of envy.

As the seller, Phield flattered him generously. "That’s nothing. If you obtain these divine medicines, you’ll become even stronger. Please indulge in pleasure to your heart’s content."

"I can’t wait anymore."

Simon wanted to try two pills immediately.

"Oh, the dancers I bought have arrived." Seeing a line of seductive women entering the hall, Simon forced himself to stay composed and quickly beckoned Phield. "Look, these are the Demei-humans dancers I just purchased. Good taste, right? Perfect for testing the effects of the Vigor Elixir."

Phield glanced over. They were indeed beauties. Compared to Divine Chosen, they were several tiers lower, but still strikingly attractive.

However... their expressions seemed too tense. Or rather—too Sylvia-like, filled with killing intent.

The Demei-humans dancers clenched their hands tightly, some hiding them behind their backs, their sharp gazes fixed on Phield’s position.

Seeing this, Phield’s hand instinctively moved toward The Silver Iris Brooch, but he soon relaxed, quietly picking up a piece of rare magical beast meat and savoring the hard-to-find delicacy.

There was no way they were sent by Simon to assassinate him—unless Simon wanted his own future and life to fall into ruin forever.

If that was the case, then there was nothing to worry about.

"Quick, dance! The same kind as before—the one where you strip and sway your belly!" Simon laughed loudly, even mimicking the moves himself. He looked utterly delighted, waving his arms nonstop. "Dance already!"

"Calm down, Simon. Looks like you bought some disobedient kittens."

Florine stood up, her body leaning slightly forward. She had clearly noticed the problem; her eyes were filled with cruelty.

"What’s going on?"

Dimon stood up in confusion.

"Wait... why is someone still kicking my leg?"

Phield was speechless. Everyone had already stood up—so why were there still legs? Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, he bent down and lifted the tablecloth, immediately meeting a pair of peach-pink eyes.

"Damn! Watch out!"

The moment their eyes met, Phield’s hand twitched. A dagger slipped from the sleeve of his left hand. His Tier-One magic power erupted fully as he retreated at top speed, his right hand already gripping The Silver Iris Brooch, ready for battle at any moment.

A sharp flash swept past, accompanied by a crisp tearing sound. The luxurious hardwood table was split apart without resistance, and the dishes on top were blasted away.

"What’s happening!"

Simon’s face turned pale with shock. Before he could even scream, a pale, ghostly dagger was already pressed against his throat.

At the same time, the cat-eared Demei-humans dancers pulled out hidden daggers, dining knives, and rapiers.

"Pfft—"

Several maids who screamed and tried to flee were chased down and killed by the cat-eared Demei-humans.

"Don’t move, filthy humans!"

The cat-eared Demei-human who had rushed out from beneath the table held Simon hostage with a dagger. Her pale pink hair fluttered without wind, making her look both beautiful and fierce.

"Don’t be impulsive." Phield put away his dagger. "We can talk this out. Don’t hurt him—anything can be negotiated."

The cat-eared Demei-human shot him a contemptuous glance. "Hypocritical human. Speak! Where did you kidnap our pink cat-eared children to?"

"Ah..."

There was no need to think—this was definitely Simon’s own mess. Phield shrugged. He had already shown enough courtesy; there was no need to drag himself into the mud. He glanced at Florine, who looked utterly unconcerned. Then Phield observed the cat-eared girl before him.

Peach-pink hair cascading down to her waist, a beautiful white gauze dress adorned with delicate lace, and beneath the skirt, flawless rabbit-like pale feet—one look was enough to know that the small foot that had touched him earlier definitely belonged to this catgirl. The dress concealed the slight rise of soft curves; her neck and collarbones were both slender and elegant, her skin like flawless jade.

Florine sneered. "Most of them were bought by nobles for amusement. Some were sent into arenas to fight starving gnoll-wolves. Even if I told you now, it wouldn’t matter. Weak catfolk only get torn to pieces, then eaten by gnoll-wolves, and finally turned into filth."

"You!" The surrounding cat-eared Demei-humans erupted in fury, ready to die. "Sylvia! Let’s fight her!"

"Everyone, don’t be reckless. First, we take this bastard Simon away."

The catgirl holding Simon hostage—Sylvia—was clearly their leader.

Florine showed no panic at all. She leaned lazily against a nearby pillar and even turned to apologize to Phield. "Sorry for the fright. Our security failed. I’m not very good at reconnaissance, so a few little bugs slipped in."

There was no doubt—this catgirl had to be a Divine Chosen.

Divine Chosen could mask each other’s presence. Unless divine power was used, they couldn’t be identified—even face to face. Only Ashina, with her extraordinary perception, could detect enemy Divine Chosen from the faintest traces.

Phield opened his mini-map several times, confirming there were no green markers. He could only sigh regretfully—she had already been contracted. Otherwise, he would have captured her on the spot.

Wait... who said a contracted Divine Chosen couldn’t be taken away? Phield stroked his chin. But right now, he couldn’t act recklessly.

He nodded toward Florine. "I’m fine, but your baron..."

"Haha, I’m fine!"

Simon looked like an idiot, completely unafraid. He even tilted his head and tried to lick the catgirl in a perverted manner, only to receive a fierce slap that made him behave instantly.