In that darkness unknown to outsiders.
A hardworking figure is diligently sweating, striving to use his artistic prowess.
Using precious paints, he pretends freely on the pale canvas.
Scribbling and saring.
Sketching and outlining.
Not missing a single corner.
Not neglecting any detail.
The tip of the brush sweeps across the canvas, leaving behind beautiful lines.
Sotis with force, the canvas would shiver and ripple powerlessly.
The advantage is that the material of this canvas is quite superior and resilient, preventing punctures.
The disadvantage is that occasionally, a sigh would interrupt the creator’s thoughts.
"Sigh..."
Tsk!
"Shh! Quiet, it’s almost the crucial mont!"
Herbert tapped the unruly canvas, seriously finishing the final stroke.
He paused, lifted his "paintbrush," and concluded his work.
He shook his "brush" slightly while appreciating the "creation of art" before him, nodding in approval.
"Hmm~ not bad."
He looked at the restraining runes he depicted, shook his head with regret.
"What a pity, this art is beyond comprehension in this world."
"I’ll just give myself an eighty-two!"
Don’t ask why it’s not a perfect score.
The remaining eighteen points, I want to exchange for a triple six for myself.
One hundred points.
Of course, it’s one hundred!
"Good! Good, good!"
And right as Herbert completed his piece, the vampire canvas also reached its limit.
"Sigh..."
She was too tired, truly couldn’t hold on.
With a kick of her leg and a close of her eyes, she once again slipped into a childlike slumber.
The spirit and will had returned to the universe.
The turmoil of the world then no longer concerned .
Eliza fell asleep again.
And this ti, her posture was even more undignified than before.
Her legs outside the coffin had their stockings pulled off and were sared with demonic anomaly runes using blood as paint.
"..."
Seeing Eliza asleep, Herbert’s hand stopped moving, and he slowly stepped back half a step.
He wiped his left hand across his right wrist, clearing the fresh blood and revealing the soon-to-be-healed wound.
Rather than worrying about bleeding out to death, Herbert’s bigger concern earlier was the wound healing too fast, nearly leaving him without usable blood.
Even if he tried to suppress the regenerative ability, he had to actively reopen the wound every few minutes.
Committed entirely to sacrifice for art.
Of course, to speak fairly, not boasting or slandering.
Compared to the artist’s effort, the canvas gave even more.
Look, now it’s so tired it’s fallen asleep.
Herbert looked at the blood marks he personally sared on the slender legs, observing them slowly fading at a visible rate.
He knew that soon, this blood would be fully absorbed by Eliza through the skin.
"Truly astounding life force."
Herbert shook his head, picking up a piece of white silk fragnt he personally tore from the ground, skillfully wiping the bloodstains off his hand and sleeve.
Friends who often handle remains understand one principle—bloodstains, if not promptly treated, beco harder to clean later.
While wiping his hands with the vampire lady’s original stockings, Herbert asked the witness of this art in his heart:
"...So, Miss Nenasha, who has watched enough of the show, can you solve a small question for ?"
"Answer honestly, do we really need to do this to save Eliza?"
He pointed at the vampire lady before him, looking pitiful like she had been humiliated, his lips twitched.
Um, is this really right?
"Though I don’t deny I’m not a very typical Paladin, my moral baseline might be a bit...not high."
"But I consider myself, in your eyes, not soone who enjoys bullying others like this, right?"
Friend, when did I beco such a role in your mind?
Though Eliza seed easy to bully and mold, I wouldn’t excessively humiliate her.
To be honest, Herbert’s earlier actions could rival certain shows’ eyeless male protagonists...
But Herbert has sothing to say!
I was forced—really!
Here, Herbert wants to clear his na of innocence.
That wasn’t my intention!
Hmm...at least most of it wasn’t.
"I did as you said, don’t ss with my mind."
["Ahahaha~ how could I~"]
Just not long ago, when Herbert prepared to help Eliza suppress, it was Nenasha who stopped him, preventing him from bleeding excessively to aid the vampire lady directly.
She said just one sentence, leaving Herbert stunned on the spot.
["If you only want to help her temporarily, then you can act now."]
Because the implication behind that—She has another thod!?
"You an..."
After Herbert’s movents paused, Nenasha continued leisurely speaking: ["If you want to help her long-term, even soday truly rescue her from that Abyss...then I suggest you don’t rush."]
["Wait a little longer."]
The deity leisurely laid the choice before the ally.
Here, choose.
Will you help her now, granting her soul temporary peace?
Or will you watch her endure more pain and tornt, then help her achieve lasting liberation?
Which will you choose?
For this seemingly simple choice, Herbert did not hesitate.
How to choose?
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