There was no longer any of the previous anger or montum.
Although he didn’t know why, he just felt like he was lower in stature in front of Herbert.
Why is that?
"Hehe."
Seeing Cyril’s confused look, Herbert also smiled slightly.
Yes, why is that?
Could it be because I’ve taken a few more steps towards adulthood than you?
Right? Right?
No! Way! Right!
However, although Cyril seed about to back down, Herbert found this outco too dull.
Not acceptable.
Don’t be soft!
You look more interesting when you’re excited.
"Hehe."
"Hmm? Why are you laughing?"
Herbert chuckled twice and, after catching Cyril’s attention, blinked and said:
"What, you want to play the role of a male consort too? Cyril, what I say might hurt you, but I think you’d better look in the mirror more often."
Cyril: ?
The young man hesitated for a mont, frowning uncertainly.
"You... are you insulting ?"
Was he insulting with that remark?
He must have been, right!?
While Cyril was pondering, Herbert actually admitted it calmly.
"Yes."
Herbert shrugged, blinked at the bewildered Cyril, and said with a smile:
"Although I tend more towards stating facts, if you consider that an insult, it’s okay, then it is."
Yes, I am insulting you.
So what if you’re upset?
"If you can’t accept what I said and think I’m insulting you, do you want to hear other people’s opinions?"
Am I really that ugly?
Cyril, after hearing Herbert, didn’t even have ti to get angry and instinctively turned his head to the side, looking at others for answers.
Do you all also think I’m ugly?
Cyril hoped to see others shaking their heads firmly, gaining their recognition and support.
But unfortunately, all he saw were awkward glances avoiding him.
Everyone was busy doing sothing.
Whistling, sky-gazing, chatting... all of them showed a strong reluctance to be questioned.
Don’t look at !
Don’t look at !
Ah haha, the weather is really nice today.
Yes, yes, the sun is really round! Praise the sun!
...
"..."
Cyril’s expression twisted slightly, and he finally forced soone to make eye contact, making it impossible for the person to turn away.
The person, realizing they couldn’t escape, awkwardly chuckled at Cyril.
"Hahaha, um."
Seeing that Cyril wasn’t going to let him off, he braced himself and said, "Well, Cyril, you... um, this face really doesn’t fit, ahem."
After saying that, he suddenly elbowed the companion pretending to sleep beside him.
Damn it, get up and face this with too!
"Cough!"
The other person rubbed his side, which had been hit hard by the elbow, and also smiled awkwardly:
"Uh, don’t be angry, we don’t an anything bad, but it’s just, well, this..."
He took a deep breath, resolutely saying: "Cyril, face reality, you might really not be suitable."
Cyril isn’t unattractive but is just average at best.
But that not-so-high height, especially with that bronze skin forged by furnace fire, makes his image drift further from the stereotype of a "male consort."
He could be a mighty warrior capable of great feats, but he would never be a male consort serving won (or n) based on looks.
In ordinary tis, this might not matter at all to Cyril, as he never relied on appearance anyway.
But now, Cyril only felt like he lost again.
Even in this kind of thing, he’s outdone by others...
At that mont, Cyril felt sowhat crestfallen.
In the end, it was Fao who, unable to keep watching, stepped in to diate.
"Ahem, Herbert, everyone, might I suggest we pay attention to the ti."
"Although the task has no ti limit, it would be best if we set off now."
The diator’s words brought everyone back to their senses, who then agreed.
"Ah, right, let’s set off for now and discuss the specifics once we reach our destination."
"Hmm, let’s head out first."
"If we’re going to disguise ourselves as a slave trading party, we need so preliminary preparations."
...
Cyril saw everyone acting completely unwilling to bring up the previous issue, clenched his fists, but quickly loosened them again.
He didn’t look at Herbert anymore, lowered his head, and walked into the crowd.
Cyril knew that this ti, he had lost again.
"...Next ti, next ti I will definitely beat him! By then, I will beco stronger!" He muttered silently in his heart, reaffirming his determination.
Herbert observed his changes and guessed his ntal shift and steadiness, yet he had no intention of stopping him.
Want to transform? Then give it a try.
Before your transformation, I can suppress you.
Do you think you won’t be suppressed after transformation?
Hehe.
Friend, you are overthinking it~
"Herbert, that ’male consort’ term isn’t quite right, maybe we should change how we refer to it?"
Fao approached Herbert for a talk and, looking at Eliza, whispered: "For example... an attendant? Or a personal guard?"
He didn’t know the real relationship between Herbert and Eliza.
But Fao really didn’t want to see the strong person he wished to follow acting coquettishly as a male consort... even if it was pretended!
He really couldn’t ntally withstand such a shock.
"Hehe, since it’s just a title, and you suggested it, then ’attendant’ it is."
Herbert shook his head with a smile, accepting Fao’s suggestion.
The idea of being a male consort was just a joke and never ant to be serious.
"Eh? Don’t..."
Herbert heard a disappointed sigh behind him, stifling the urge to give Eliza a flick on the forehead.
He smiled and nodded at Fao: "This ti, we are finally moving forward together."
Click.
Fao straightened up respectfully, suppressing his excitent as he saluted Herbert: "This ti, I definitely won’t disappoint you."
Herbert nodded with a smile: "Hmm, I look forward to your performance."
Watching Fao excitedly return to the team, Herbert led them toward the hall where the teleportation array was located.
On the way, he suddenly heard soone asking a question.
"I say... why are you so keen on making him play the slave?"
"Hmm?"
Herbert slightly turned his head and found the question ca from an unexpected person.
"Oh? Svanni, are you curious? I thought you wouldn’t be interested in such matters."
The one who raised the question about his behavior was, unexpectedly, the Dark Elf lady.
What a rare sight!
Seeing Svanni nod slightly, Herbert raised an eyebrow and casually said: "Part of the reason is that he’s indeed suited for the slave role."
"As for the other part... I find him annoying."
"Although I am indeed of noble birth, I understand he may hold considerable prejudice against so nobles."
"But the thing is, I haven’t hard him, so why does he hold such a grudge against ?"
Herbert didn’t deny that he received many benefits from his noble status.
But he believed he hadn’t hard anyone, least of all Cyril.
Yet, Cyril aid his ire at him solely because of his identity, which seed a bit unreasonable.
Since the other party was being unreasonable, Herbert saw no reason to play fair.
"If he insists on refusing to recognize reality, then I will go along with it and make it a reality."
Don’t want to change?
Fine.
I’ll let you have what you’re asking for.
I’ll give you a thorough persecution!
And the joy felt after the persecution... was purely incidental.
I was just retaliating in self-defense.
Thinking this, Herbert caught a glimpse of Eliza from the corner of his eye.
"Hey, hehe..."
The vampire lady now had a faint line of drool at the corner of her mouth, daydreaming about pinning Herbert down and tornting him.
Seeing her in such a dazed state, Herbert silently shook his head.
"Well, sotis it depends on the situation too."
"A person who’s full of delusions like this is no ordinary prisoner anymore."
"Heavy blows are needed!"
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