The Noble Lady of Lust Chapter 391: An Inevitable And Absolute Defeat

Novel: The Noble Lady of Lust Author: elizzlv0 Updated: Jun 03, 2026

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Mitrass did not respond to Seraphina’s complaint, which seed superior to his own. He simply exerted more pressure with his enormous, heavy sword.

Seraphina, for her part, continued to cast spells as they exchanged blows at close range.

Clang!. Clack. Boom!.

Spear and sword clashed again and again. After several exchanges, Mitrass finally ca to a conclusion.

Seraphina wasn’t just a physically strengthening mage, she was a flat out warrior as well and the art she was using wasn’t sothing he could understand either.

That art seed to cover the level difference through advanced moves and techniques; not to ntion that every direct clash she seed to suddenly increase her strength, deflecting hits that she shouldn’t be able to handle.

Even so, from ti to ti he managed to graze her, causing so superficial wounds. For her part, she was unable to do anything against Mitrass, despite the spells she continuously cast, yet she was still able to stand up to him.

Clank!

The exchange intensified to the point where Seraphina stopped casting magic to bind, distract or pressure him. It all ca down to direct combat

But the more they exchanged, Mitrass felt the flow of battle tilt against him.

He didn’t understand why , obviously he has a clear advantage even if he fails to suppress it.

The situation was becoming strange, difficult to read....

Of course, he had to be careful not to kill her.. but he was giving his all, he was not playing with Seraphina, he was increasing his strength progressively, seeking to incapacitate her quickly.

But, for so reason he didn’t understand, Seraphina also seed to gradually increase her strength to match him.

She kept getting hurt, but far from weakening her, it seed to give her energy. Her spear technique was improving by the second; her attacks were becoming more effective, more precise, faster.

The combat heated up. Literally. Seraphina’s skin took on a redder hue.

Clang!—whoosh—crash!

Clashes occurred several tis per second: feints, deflections, techniques executed without pause.

Mitrass began to watch between her movents. Seraphina’s art was chaotic, with no clear flow and impossible to predict, but people have habits and Seraphina was no exception.

Thanks to this Mitrass finally managed to read a fraction of that chaotic flow.

Repulsion.

He executed a key move: an upward stroke synchronized with his skill .

KRAAANG!

The impact was brutal. Seraphina’s spear flew upward.

Ti seed to slow down.

A decisive mont in which both sharpened their perception so as not to miss the smallest detail.

Mitrass completed the upward movent and, without stopping, chained a downward one.

He brought his heavy sword down with the greatest force he had used so far, aiming at Seraphina’s right breast.

Still, he was careful not to kill her and for that very reason he was also very focused on this decisive mont.

Seraphina looked helpless without her spear.

But in that defining mont, she did not even react to her loss.

She extended her right hand toward the descending sword.

Mitrass interpreted it as a last futile effort. And he thought it didn’t matter if Seraphina lost a limb. He did not stop.

But what he didn’t notice - no one noticed - was that, even within that slowed ti, the spear that was sent flying disappeared almost instantly.

And, with the sa speed, Seraphina’s hands were covered by thick golden gloves.

Everything happened in an instant within an instant.

Art of Lust, Fourth Stance: Erupting Embrace

CLANGG!!

tal against tal. The impact resounded violently, and just a heartbeat later-

Art of Lust, Third Stance: Seductive Touch

BOOOM! CRACK!

The second impact ca from Seraphina. Her left hand hit Mitrass’ chest full on.

The force threw him several ters backwards.

It was a very effective counterattack for Mithras who thought it was already his victory, he didn’t really expect such a powerful counterattack.

Yet Mithras was experienced. As he flew, he adjusted his center of gravity and landed on his feet.

In the center of his chest a puncture wound opened up. His own muscles were twisting, forcing its closure, and those sa muscles were what prevented the attack from reaching his demonic core.

That was dangerously close to being fatal.

The armor, on the other hand, proved almost useless against Seraphina’s peculiar attack.

Mitrass was already tired of being surprised... and yet, the surprises kept coming.

She was doing, one after another, things that should not be possible.

And Mitrass felt more and more oppression and a growing sense of alertness.

It was not just a feeling.

It was a feeling backed by his Skiill, the flow of battle was further and further away from being in his favor.

His skill didn’t tell him what the problem was, but he definitely couldn’t go on like this.

Mitrass looked at Seraphina, ready to finally exert his full strength without any restraint. He even thought that, if she died, it would be understandable.

After all, Noha should also have seen - or at least sensed - how dangerous she was.

But the mont he looked at her.....

He felt a chill.

Why was that?

Seraphina didn’t even look at him properly; she was drinking what appeared to be a potion with the hand that he had destroyed in the previous exchange.

No, he wasn’t surprised that her hand was as good as new in such a short ti, nor that she was drinking a potion in the middle of battle.

What set off all his alarms was what she was holding in her other hand, which was pointing directly at him.

Mitrass had been wrong about sothing.

Seraphina didn’t stop casting spells at him because she was overwheld by the direct exchange.

No.

She had changed tactics. While fighting, she had been preparing sothing bigger. Sothing decisive.

That was the bridge that would break her desperate situation.

In her hand was ford a circle covered by an absurd amount of runes.

Mitrass could barely comprehend them. He had studied magic to confront mages, and as a demon he had decent proficiency in magic even if he was a warrior.

Still, the amount of runes and the way they were woven, intertwined and overlapping made him dizzy just looking at them.

Understanding what was going to happen was impossible.

But one thing was clear.

It was dangerous.

’I have to dodge.’

That was his conclusion. Maybe he could take it if he prepared himself, but he would not co out unscathed. Luckily, Seraphina didn’t seem to be finished yet , there seed to be room to escape.

Just as he was analyzing the direction-

He noticed sothing else.

The other two were right behind him.

His skin prickled.

That didn’t seem like a coincidence.

He thought about how frightening Seraphina’s consciousness was. It wasn’t just her ability to grasp the big picture: she was fighting him, preparing a monstrous spell, and still keeping an eye on the surroundings.

In a situation that the slightest carelessness would have been dangerous.

Leading him to that point... it was hard to explain from any angle.

The more ti passed, the more he felt that Seraphina was so kind of incomprehensible monster.

Still his plans to dodge was present, He thought Noha would be fine because he had Oryx. But, for so reason, Mitrass felt Noha wouldn’t move on purpose.

As if he was testing him.

Maybe a punishnt for disobeying him... or maybe he just didn’t understand how dangerous Seraphina and her attack was.

Whatever it was, Mitrass understood that he could no longer dodge, the oppression grew even more when he thought that Seraphina even ca to understand them to the point that she predicted that sothing like this would happen.

He gritted his teeth.

He stood his ground.

It was then that Seraphina finished the spell.

Its complexity and power surpassed anything before it. It was sothing capable of easily taking down beings of the ninth tamorphosis.

And finally-

She culminated with a simple:

"LUX DEMOLITOR"

The sphere of light shot out of his hand at a speed difficult to follow even for Mitrass’ perception.

By the ti he managed to catch the movent, it was already in front of him-.

BROOMMMMM-!

The sphere collided head-on with Mitrass, who had placed his greatsword in front of him again.

The explosion shook the cave, bringing it to the brink of collapse.

An overwhelming glow flooded everything, blinding those present.

And in the midst of that light, where no shadow could exist, a fifth presence that had remained hidden was exposed.

It was not self-sabotage.

She was waiting for exactly this mont.

And she attacked.

Art of Lust, Second Stance: Ardent Pulse of Desire

"Eh-! Agh-!"

The first attack was quick and precise, taking advantage of the blinding glare.

Art of Lust, Third Stance: Seductive Touch

"!!!"

She then chained a second attack without any pause. With a fluid displacent, she lunged towards Oryx to claim his life.

"Tsk..."

But Oryx managed to notice him and escape along with Noha at the last instant.

The first attack, however, had accomplished its goal.

The hand that carried the ring where Noha had kept the seedling was separated from it.

The attacker was none other than Seraphina’s doppelgänger, wielding a short spear.

Although the second attack failed it was sowhat expected.

After all, she knew Oryx’s Skill´s well.

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Na: Oryx Zevraen

Race: Human

Rank: Divine tamorphosis

Gender: Male

Stats:

Strength: 353

Mana: 910

Agility: 201

Defense: 388

Vitality: 344

Skills:

Space Movent (S)

Affinity for Space (S)

Dilated Perception (A)

Death Detection (A)

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His abilities made him a difficult cockroach to kill.

Seraphina did not expect to encounter two of the worst cockroaches on the sa day, counting Sealis.

She knew that attack would be avoided. She wasn’t surprised. What bothered her was that he even took Noha with him.

Still, it was a success: he had secured that which could endanger those close to her.

Wasting no ti, the doppelganger picked it up and threw it towards Seraphina.

At the sa ti, Seraphina threw what looked like a dark purple arrow at it.

Everything was clearly orchestrated.

A small victory.

But with consequences.

"Fucking bitch... I was being rciful to you. Kill her... no. I’ll kill her myself."

The anger of the hitherto calm Noha exploded at the loss of his hand. The passionate gaze he had directed at Seraphina was completely gone; all that remained was rage and murderous intent.

And he acted imdiately.

At her feet a glowing circle began to form, and it was not one ford by runes.

Seraphina saw it and instantly understood what the demon would do.

She quickly assessed her surroundings.

He and Oryx ; were to her right.

Mitrass was in front of her. Wounded, but still standing. His flesh was writhing as the wounds forced themselves closed; the smaller ones scarred on their own.

The armor was largely gone, though remnants still remained attached to his body.

Behind Mitrass was his doppelgänger, who Without wasting any ti, had already initiated an attack on Mitrass’ back.

GRAoowww-!

At that mont a deep roar spread through the place.

The cave shook, it was already on the verge of collapse after so many impacts and the use of overwhelming magic, it was a miracle that it still didn’t.

From the circle on the floor as if it were a door erged a creature.

A huge black jaguar, with red spots, more than four ters tall.

Its aura was thick and bloody.

It was a ten-star beast.

Equivalent to the tenth tamorphosis.

Again she was not surprised.

After all, she had already seen the Noha state.

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Na: Noha Ài Bìsī

Race: Florathis

Rank: Divine tamorphosis

Gender: Male