If you want to tell these dieval residents so "advanced and scientific" knowledge, I’m afraid it’ll just backfire.
Just like how many modern people can’t comprehend the openness of ancient people and are utterly baffled by it.
Regarding this, first, it’s important to understand one thing: ancient people lived in ancient tis, which doesn’t an they were rigid.
The fun they had back then, oh boy, it’s even more extravagant than yours!
Despite Herbert having modern wisdom, his life experiences in this lifeti also shaped him into a bona fide native.
Especially as a noble mingling in the circle of social balls, he knew exactly how to win favor.
Herbert knew how to handle a situation like Fremay’s.
Seeing Fremay’s puffed-up cheeks, he couldn’t resist giving them a gentle poke.
Poke.
"Pfft! Hey, you!?"
Successfully changing the subject before Fremay got angry, Herbert said, "By the way, you’ll have to get off in a while, and you’ll need to change back to your previous attire."
"You rascal... oh, fine."
Fremay also understood she couldn’t be willful here; the way she ca out is how she had to go back in.
Otherwise, she’d just be causing trouble for Herbert.
"Alright, I’ll change then."
Reluctantly, Fremay got off Herbert, taking the opportunity to give him one last swipe, grinning with satisfaction.
She noticed that she almost woke up little Herbert’s combat form once again.
Quit while you’re ahead, quit while you’re ahead.
Although her body could still handle it, ntally, she was still sowhat unaccustod to the joy of losing control over herself.
A bit scared.
"Hehe~"
In a much better mood, Fremay took out the Alchemy Legs and reattached them to her tail.
Fremay flicked her fingers, and a layer of mist enveloped her body, transforming her back to the appearance she had when she first appeared at the Monastery.
An elegant long dress covered the tiny flaws in her legs, and there was now a black veil covering her face.
She lifted the hem of her dress, slightly curtsied to Herbert, then extended her hand, unable to suppress a laugh after doing so.
"Hehe, as I thought, I’m still not used to this attire."
But Herbert didn’t refuse; instead, he bowed in thanks and took her hand willingly.
Herbert held Fremay’s hand and with a light pull, lifted her up, cradling her since she had difficulty walking.
Alright, the catch has been lifted again!
Watching Fremay, who was in good spirits, Herbert said nothing and strode toward the monastery.
"Mm, let’s just keep going back like this."
The family of the Mist Monastery, tremble!
Your long-absent Emperor is coming back!
...
"What is going on here?"
Herbert, holding his "catch," looked from afar at the bustling crowd at the entrance of the monastery.
Is this a welco for us?
Does it really need to be this grand!?
Just as Herbert was wondering, he recognized a few familiar faces in the crowd.
"Oh? It’s Fao and the others. Let’s go see what’s going on."
Just as Herbert was about to sneak over and find out what was happening, Fao and a few others were surrounded by a dozen people.
Huh?
Amid the crowd, the towering Martial Monk Waro pounded his chest and shouted loudly:
"Master Herbert wouldn’t die so easily! We even saw him before!"
"You have no idea how thrilling and shocking that scene was!"
"So, he should be the real champion of this Demon hunt!"
Herbert: ?
Eh?
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