Herbert thought for a mont, then slowly nodded, deciding not to ask further questions.
However, even though he understood the hatred between the two sisters, Herbert couldn’t help but sigh, "I can see you really want to kill her."
In order to kill Stella, Svanni was truly willing to pay any price, completely throwing caution to the wind.
To this, Svanni just shook her head slightly, then whispered slowly in a tone Herbert couldn’t understand, "Master Herbert, this is the destiny of the twins."
Destiny?
Herbert raised his eyebrows but ultimately did not dwell further on the topic.
No rush for now.
About these Dark Elf twins, the grudges and machinations between them... he would surely figure it all out before the journey ended.
Just as Herbert was thinking of how to change the subject, Svanni unexpectedly spoke up.
"Do you want to learn?"
"Hm?"
Herbert turned his head in confusion, witnessing a rather stimulating scene.
"Vilamay" was on the side putting on clothing she had prepared in advance, not minding that Herbert was watching closely, as she sat on the lab table to put her clothes on piece by piece.
But the issue was, the first thing she put on wasn’t underwear... but rather a pair of white silk stockings with special patterns.
First, she bent over, stepping her foot into the rolled-up sock and then straightened her long leg to pull the sock up to her thigh.
Svanni perhaps thought it was all for soone else’s benefit, not caring about Herbert’s gaze whatsoever.
"...Hiss." Herbert blinked, feeling sowhat bewildered.
No, sister!
Who taught you to dress like this!!?
Dressing like this, you really are too...
Herbert’s mouth twitched, shaking his head slightly, moving his eyes from the forbidden domain, pressing his palms together towards the living Bodhisattva in front of him.
A true "good man," a real good person!
Wealthy and generous.
And just as he lowered his head and pressed his palms together, Svanni had already put on a stocking on her other leg and draped a long shirt akin to a white blouse.
"So, Master Herbert, do you want to learn?"
"Ah?" Herbert blinked.
Learn?
Learn what?
Learn to dress without underwear like you?
"I an the ability of the [Flesh Avatar], this is a magic I created myself."
Herbert realized what she ant, shook his head, and smiled, "Thanks, but no thanks."
Svanni wasn’t surprised by his refusal, asking, "Are you worried that it will make you fall?"
She shook her head softly, "You might have already realized that this ability is considered quite blasphemous to the Divine Spirit Church, but in my view, it’s just a normal step that the research can achieve."
Blasphemy?
What usurping the powers of the Divine Spirit?
It’s all nonsense.
It’s just a part of the research.
There’s no difference from other research products.
"Ah, you misunderstood, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, it’s not that I find it blasphemous, I just simply don’t like it."
Herbert pursed his lips, shaking his head with so disdain, "I always felt that if I learned this skill of yours, sothing bad would happen, so thank you for your kindness, but it’s unnecessary."
Svanni was silent, staring closely into Herbert’s eyes.
In his candid gaze, she indeed did not detect suspicion, as he truly said — he was just not interested.
"Vilamay" smiled, nodded to Herbert, and said softly, "Hehe, it’s okay, as long as you want to learn, I can teach you anyti."
"Whenever you need it."
...
...
Dark Territory.
Teresa looked blankly at the magnificent building that suddenly appeared in front of her, feeling montarily stupefied.
In a trance, she heard the unsavory laughter of the guards.
"Cheer up! You bunch of useless wretches! You are safe now! Hahaha!"
"Welco to [Malagas Moore]!"
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