Klaus's question was rather unexpected. This made Nadia continue to stare at him, unable to speak a word.
Although Klaus exaggerated his question—since there were people like Queenie and Ohema out there—someone with a divine-grade class was indeed worthy of being called terrifying.
"I don't know whether you're teasing me or not, but I don't think my heart can take it," Nadia said with a small frown.
"Who is teasing you? Unlike you, who know nothing about your class, I do. And from what I know, I can tell you this: you are wasting your potential.
Don't get me wrong, I love your profession as a designer, but the Obsidian Strings Demon Puppeteer is someone meant for more. You don't know much about it, which is why you only chose to become a designer.
But after you know everything about your class, I'm sure you'll even smack yourself silly."
Klaus looked at her with a cute little smile and asked, "Do you want to know more about your class, or do you just want to remain a fashion designer? Either way, I will still love you and even allow you to pin me down and drain me."
Nadia blushed hearing his declaration. This made her nod her head, signaling Klaus to tell her all about her class.
"So this is what you are made of..." Klaus went on and sang like a bird, repeating everything the senior had told him. In the end, Nadia was so shocked that she gently laid her head back on Klaus's chest and closed her eyes.
Klaus said to the senior.
[She needs time to collect her thoughts.]
Two hours later, she recovered enough to lift her head and look at Klaus. Then her tears began to flow.
"Are you serious about what you said about my class?" she asked.
"Big time. If nurtured well, you will become a very powerful puppeteer soon," Klaus answered, wiping her tears.
"Thank you," Nadia said before resting her head on his chest.
[You are all about the ladies, right... Figure them out.]
Klaus thought, puzzled.
[You truly are clueless about what's going on with her, aren't you?] The senior was likely shaking his head in exasperation.
[Not that it's unexpected. You're more interested in what's under their skirts. Listen, brat, women are indeed weird creatures, but they're not hard to understand.
When you compare the Asura lady to this one, what do you notice about them? Which of them feels superior, and which one feels inferior?] The senior asked.
Klaus immediately grasped the point.
[Exactly. Compared to your other women, she clearly feels inferior. Her friend made it into the most prestigious academy, but she never fully understood her class. Because of that, she's been stuck at the beginner Grandmaster stage.
[It doesn't take a genius to know that while she might have acted like she was okay, she's always felt inferior, weak, and left out.]
She was probably heartbroken when she realized they would soon take a huge leap forward in their lives while she would remain a designer and never truly amount to much.>
Klaus was genuinely enlightened now. Everything clicked into place. He also began to understand why Ohema had been so impatient about resolving her poison body issue.
It wasn't just trust and support that bonded the women; there was an underlying competitiveness about their value to Klaus and how they measured up against one another.
They didn't hate each other—they just wanted to remain relevant in their own way.
[You'll get used to it,] the senior said with a chuckle.
Klaus also chuckled and replied,
Although Klaus didn't have a concrete answer about who the senior was or even what he was, he found himself growing more familiar with him.
Perhaps it was due to the feelings he had started to develop. But even without that, he knew the senior was someone important to him and he would soon find out why.
The senior at the moment seemed loosened up, sharing more freely without much concern for karmic backlash. It was clear he had begun to believe in Klaus more.
[Shut up and get to work. You only have five days,] the senior said before abruptly cutting the connection.
Klaus asked, but the connection was dead. The old man was probably tired of his nonsense.
He sighed, then refocused his attention on Nadia.
"So... do you want to become a warrior?" Klaus, as always, decided to go straight to the point. It was usually better to ask directly than to dance around the topic.
"Yes... I want to become a powerful warrior like you," Nadia replied with a resolute tone.
"Wow... let's stick to your level for now. Even if you train for a few hundred years, you'd never get to my level," Klaus laughed teasingly.
"Why are you so shameless, Klaus?" Nadia asked, unable to hold back her reaction.
"It's not shamelessness, Nadia... A wise man once said that shamelessness is just a name given to absolute confidence."
"No wise man ever said that," Nadia replied with a small smile.
"Then I guess I'm just shameless." He grinned, "shameless enough to do this."
Before Nadia could fully register his words, Klaus leaned in, and his lips landed softly on hers.
Nadia's eyes widened instantly, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. Klaus broke the kiss a few seconds later, locking his gaze with hers.
"You were never inferior, okay? In fact, you were the best in your own way. Without you, I'd be stuck wearing some ugly clothes... not that it would have mattered much. But anyway, you're the best in the clothing business," Klaus said with a laugh.
"I don't feel better hearing this for some unknown reason," Nadia replied with a pondering smile, though her cheeks were still glowing red.
"Maybe this will make you feel better," Klaus said before leaning in and locking her lips with his again.
This time, the kiss didn't end after a few seconds. In fact, a few seconds in, Klaus grabbed Nadia by the waist and lifted her onto his lap as he sat upright, deepening the kiss with more intensity.
A minute later, Nadia began to reciprocate, her movements growing more confident. The two new lovers continued their passionate kiss for the next five minutes before finally pulling apart, breathless.
"Your lips taste even better than they look," Klaus said teasingly as he licked his lips seductively.
Nadia blushed furiously and buried her face in his chest, completely flustered. Klaus smiled and patted her back gently, like comforting a child. Thirty minutes later, she finally calmed down.
"Now that you've had a taste of my juicy lips, how about you tell me how far along you are with my mom's clothes?" Klaus asked, his tone playful.