"..."
After Svanni finished her astonishing statent, the entire space fell silent.
The flesh-mimicking creature didn't speak, nor did the coffin treasure chest monster.
The darkness just settled quietly like that...
But the unbearable deathly silence didn't last long, as the coffin lid suddenly made a loud noise.
Bam!
It seed to have been hit hard by sothing, causing the massive coffin lid to tremble, almost popping open.
"Hiss!"
Eliza's head hurt intensely from the collision above her. It felt like a sharp bump had ford on her head.
Yet, this pain did not quell the emotions in her heart, instead, it stirred them up further.
She struggled to turn her head, trying to catch a glimpse through the gap at the person behind who was spouting nonsense, wanting to glare at her—but saw nothing.
Her vision was blocked by her sea-anemone-like palace gown, obscuring everything.
"Who wants to seduce him!!?"
She shouted angrily, "You! What on earth are you talking about?"
You... you're just like that Paladin, damn it!
"Isn't that right?"
Seeing Eliza's emotional agitation, Svanni beca even more convinced of her assumption.
This Vampire didn't appear embarrassed at all; she thought it seed more like a desperate cover-up after being exposed.
She furrowed her eyebrows, saying slowly:
"You don't have to hide it. I rember seeing a scenario like yours in 'Dark Elf's Book of Desire'."
"So Dark Elves with special tastes voluntarily get themselves 'stuck' in various places, encouraging the slaves they usually suppress to 'humiliate' them, enjoying the illicit thrill."
"Mostly it's closets, walls, caves; so less serious ones just wedge themselves under blankets..."
"However, being stuck in a coffin like you... I don't recall seeing that before."
Towards the end, she glanced at Eliza with an expression that shifted from confusion to inexplicable admiration.
"Your hobby is quite peculiar too."
"But you shouldn't feel ashad; everyone has the right to enjoy their own sexual..."
Bam!
"You—!"
Bam!
"Shut up!"
Eliza slamd her head against the coffin lid, shouting to interrupt Svanni's nonsense.
Crazy.
This person was truly crazy!
She felt she couldn't endure the humiliation any longer.
"I don't want your help anymore! Just disappear from my sight!!!"
After enduring so much humiliation, she finally decided to make this person go away imdiately.
I don't need your help; just leave, I'm begging you!
"..."
At this point, Svanni didn't leave as told; instead of leaving on her own, she paced to the side of the coffin.
"Do you really not need my help?"
She gently placed her palm on the coffin lid, but as soon as her fingers touched it, they were repelled instantly.
Sizzle.
The seemingly unremarkable Black Iron Coffin suddenly lit up with intricate patterns.
The pattern was unreadable by Herbert, but Svanni could sowhat decipher its aning—Sealed Coffin, only the Prison Warden may touch.
"Ah—"
Also, after the Dark Elf Grand Mage triggered the coffin's protective chanism, the Vampire, who had adapted to the squeezing force, let out a pitiful cry of pain.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
She couldn't see what had happened outside, but she could roughly guess it was that person's doing.
If you're not helping , at least don't make things worse!?
Fortunately, the new pressure didn't break Eliza's body imdiately, just made breathing even more difficult.
It felt like being in human form again, with a maid forcibly tightening her dress, as if her entire internal organs were being squeezed to the side.
"... Go!"
Eliza finally managed to adapt to the new pressure, holding her breath and angrily declared, "I don't need your help!"
"Just go away!"
Get lost!
Just go away, please!
"Vampire madam, you are indeed, just as Herbert said, a very interesting being."
Svanni recalled a previous casual conversation with Herbert—perhaps you could et Eliza, maybe you'll enjoy talking to her.
At the ti, although Svanni didn't expressly refuse, she didn't take the suggestion to heart either.
Svanni rely thought such useless social interactions would impede her research progress.
She had been focused on her research before, ignoring this Vampire trapped in the coffin, resulting in no interaction for so long.
And this ti, coming over on a whim to check, she didn't expect the conversation with Eliza would turn out to be so... interesting.
"Hehe... hmm?"
After smiling for a long ti, she suddenly froze, raising her hand to touch the corner of her lips.
A smile?
She was indeed smiling.
Smiling is a very normal instinct for most creatures.
But for her, who had long since lost such emotions, it felt quite special.
When was the last ti I smiled?
Not a fake smile for deception, but a genuine one from the heart.
"Perhaps, just as Herbert said, I too have changed now?"
Then, what exactly made her beco what she is today?
Was it after killing her father, when her research advanced? Or after inheriting that hatred? Or maybe it's because...
She pondered for a while, gently shook her head, and nodded toward Eliza's backside.
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