Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 )

A powerful punch sent one of the Amazarak women warriors crashing into a fruit stand. Lithia didn't care. Her eyes burned with fury and jealousy. A knee strike to the gut. A spinning kick to the ribs. A straight jab to the face. The last warrior flew backward, rolling across the street. The entire marketplace fell silent. The Amazarak warriors? Collapsed. His mage unit? Terrified. The townspeople? Absolutely entertained. Marcellus cleared his throat. Lithia flipped her hair, crossing her arms. She refused to look at him. "They deserved it." Marcellus chuckled, shaking his head. Silence. The dust settled. The marketplace watched in awe. And in the middle of it all - Lithia stood victorious. Without hesitation, she grabbed the Amazarak warriors by their hair and began dragging them across the street. They groaned in pain, struggling, but none dared fight back. Marcellus just stood there, watching as his elegant dark elf lover casually humiliated an entire group of warriors. Her eyes glowed with rage. And with a voice cold as ice, she hissed - "You dared to touch my man with your filthy hands?" The warriors flinched. The crowd? Completely invested. Even Marcellus' mage unit was holding back laughter. Lithia's grip tightened. "You all have ten seconds to tell me who sent you before I get really mad." The warriors swallowed hard. Because this? This wasn't just about an attack. This was about a woman's wrath. And they weren't surviving it. A solid punch to the gut made one of the Amazarak warriors double over in pain. Another fist to the ribs. The warrior screamed, gasping for air. Lithia didn't stop. She stood there, in front of the entire street, punching them non - stop without hesitation. Lithia's fists moved like a blur, her eyes burning with pure rage. "WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS MY MAN!" Meanwhile, in Likon Town… Heres just stood there. Because right in front of him - his mother, Lady Phenelopie… a noblewoman known for her grace and elegance… had just casually beaten down five Amazarak warriors with her bare fists. And now? She was tying them up like they were a bundle of vegetables from the market. No injuries on her. No sweat. Just pure casual efficiency. Phenelopie dusted off her hands, adjusting her sleeves with complete indifference. "Yes, dear?" She turned to him with a soft smile. Heres pointed at the beaten and groaning warriors on the ground. "…Did you just… take them all down… by yourself?" Phenelopie tilted her head gracefully. "Oh, these?" She gestured to the tied - up warriors, as if they were mere inconveniences. "They were in the way. So I took care of it." She smiled warmly, as if she hadn't just wrecked five trained warriors like they were street thugs. Heres struggled to find words. He looked at the five tied - up Amazarak warriors groaning on the ground. Then back at his mother, Lady Phenelopie, who stood there with a soft smile, completely unbothered. Finally, he managed to speak. "…Mother… where did you learn to fight like that?" Phenelopie let out a graceful chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, with a calm and knowing smile, she said - She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her voice was sweet, but her words hit like a boulder. "Do you think your father married a weak girl?" Heres froze. His brain stopped working. Because for the first time in his life - he realized he had never actually thought about it.