Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[116] Poppy Girl

"Who exactly are you?" Reinhard squinted his eyes and asked.

The black-haired woman before him was draped in a goose-feather cloak. Her blood-red lips and crimson eyes, coupled with a touch of bewitching allure, made her appearance breathtakingly seductive.

Her deep, dark skirt billowed like butterfly wings, hiding the contours of her bosom. The tight, dark blue fabric further accentuated her graceful and curvaceous figure.

Though her figure was captivating, Reinhard couldn't help but compare it to the voluptuousness of his witch and his new mama. The woman before him, claiming to be his senior sister, lacked the depth and expansiveness to elicit more than a derisive smirk from Reinhard.

Visually, she was a B- at most, with even the slightest increase threatening to spill over.

Don't misunderstand, here, he was referring to her durability stats.

As a side note, his witch had started as a C and had been molded into an E by Reinhard over time. As for Tiamama, she had been a monstrous G or even H level from the start, perfectly aligning with his refined taste.

The unexpected woman with long, loose hair had an edge of blood-red flame floating around her cloak. Beneath the hem of her skirt, her calves were wrapped in sheer white silk stockings, and she walked barefoot.

A good man even without shoes, but was this appropriate?

The black-haired woman looked at the slender young man now protected behind the Master Water Mirror named Sima Hui. She gave a disdainful chuckle.

"Sima Hui, do you think you can stop me?"

"Stopping Miss Yu is beyond my ability." Sima Hui smiled serenely, "But with Zhang Jue's talent, he doesn't need my protection. By standing behind me, he's showing his choice for the Water Mirror Manor, indicating his attitude towards you, his so-called senior sister, isn't he?"

With a snap, Sima Hui opened a fan emblazoned with the characters 'Born with Talent' in a flamboyant script, gently fanning the air.

Seeing the slender youth now standing behind Sima Hui, his eyes full of doubt and suspicion, the black-haired woman bit her lower lip.

She glanced at her maid, who produced a plaque from her breast, matching the one Reinhard had received as a gift.

"Do you understand now? I've come to take you back to our mountain, junior brother. You are destined for our lineage."

"I've said I don't know anything about this mountain whatever, nor do I know you. Are we that familiar? Don't call me junior brother."

Reinhard frowned. The woman before him, elegant and demure, looked so ill-tempered. Could she have a bit of manners? People always said large breasts meant a lack of brains, but what about small breasts with no brains?

"Apologies should be made... no, shouldn't one introduce themselves before attempting to take a disciple?"

The black-haired woman hesitated for a moment before reluctantly muttering a name.

"Your senior sister's name is... Yu Ying."

Sima Hui clapped his hands, and a ripple spread from the water mirror, separating the eight curious disciples from the scene. However, given their intelligence, this separation was meaningless.

"Junior brother Zhang Jue is quite sought after, far more than a waste like me."

With nothing left to watch, the lazy youth Zhuge Liang rested his head on his hands like a limp fish on his seat.