Yes, that is what it means to be a DeathWhizkersz—beautiful catgirls who are goddesses of murder on the battlefield, their hearts as cold and tranquil as ice, using men solely for reproduction.
"Nah, that's not true at all. Those are just urban legends, exaggerated tales woven by jealous women," I say, closing my eyes with a slight smile tugging at my lips. "It seems like Mirayuki might have heard those rumors too. I'll need to explain the truth to her."
"Hoh?" Anastasia tilts her head slightly, curiosity in her eyes. "And what makes you so certain?"
"Well, first of all, you and Bella are both DeathWhizkersz. The Bella I know is kind and warm-hearted. She's not some cold-blooded, emotionless killer like the legends say. She even bake me cakes from time to time, and helped me a lot with my training."
Anastasia lets out a soft chuckle. "Bella's an exception. She's been different from the rest of us since the day she was born."
