"It’s the Witch Association again."
Herbert looked at the sowhat familiar emblem and couldn’t help but laugh, "You guys are everywhere, aren’t you?"
"We truly have a connection!"
In the Frost Crystal, the ddling of the Witch Association’s Grand Mage had thrown the entire Kingdom into unrest.
And during the last prison break by the Moore Clan’s losers, there were traces of the Witch Association’s involvent, helping them "pass through" the barrier.
And now, in the Dark Territory, he could even see victims of the Witch Association’s fake potions.
"There’s your business here, and there too... Are you cockroaches? How are you everywhere?" Herbert couldn’t help but jest.
A helpful fact — when you spot one cockroach at ho, they’re actually already in every corner!
["How’s that feel, having such a giant for an enemy? Does it feel like the pressure’s mounting?"] A deity whispered teasingly in his ear.
"Hmph."
Herbert stood up, stretched lazily, and let out a light hum.
"First of all, I am not at odds with the Witch Association; I’m just having a slight friction with one of their Grand Mages. It has nothing to do with the others — not to ntion it’s just holding a grudge, the other side isn’t even aware of my thoughts."
Herbert was holding a grudge, preparing to give Finn the Grand Mage a "surprise" soday, but the other side might not even care about this "newly ascended High Tier" kid.
Compared to Herbert, who had already left the Frost Crystal, Finn was more concerned with his "rival in love" Reinhardt.
"Secondly, even if that bit of conflict is blown up, so what then?"
"It’s just a loose organization initially ford for mutual warmth, not united all across different towers, and there’s even enmity among them."
The Witch Association is indeed vast, with their traces widespread and significant influence.
However, a large organization has its pros and cons of being a big organization— full of factions.
The more people, the more factions, making it even harder to be united.
"Unless I posed a threat to the entire Witch Association, why would they unite against ?"
I, Herbert, am not so world-ending demon, why would they be wary of ?
After a hum, the young man chuckled lightly, "Even if they all ca, don’t I still have you?"
"When it cos down to it, my dear deity can’t just watch your favorite ally go to their death, right?"
If they want to kill , you’d say sothing, wouldn’t you?
["Ahaha~ Can’t say for sure! Maybe I just like seeing you all covered in scars?"]
The deity laughed softly without confirming, teasing, ["Of course, if you showed so sincerity, it might be different."]
Herbert shrugged, casually curling his lips, "You? You’re reluctant to do that."
["Haha, maybe~"]
["Besides, you can actually be a bit more confident! Currently, you’re even stronger than you think~"]
The deity found amusent in this response, offering a light, incomprehensible laugh before gradually falling silent.
It needed to digest for a mont.
The power of faith from before, combined with these materials, could restore its power a bit more.
Oh, right, Herbert must have a try of each material to savor it~
No way it would let him miss out on the taste~
...
"Stronger?"
Herbert pondered on the last words Nenasha left, frowning slightly.
What it referred to naturally wasn’t the overkill against slaves; no matter the power gap with the weak, it held no significance.
Then what did it an?
With whom should I asure my strength?
Legendary?
I may not be able to take them down...
"Hey, why aren’t you talking suddenly?"
Eliza’s sowhat anxious voice broke Herbert’s "daze."
"Hmm?"
Herbert turned his head, unexpectedly seeing her still sitting with crossed legs among the scarlet flowers.
Although exuding a rather terrifying bloody pressure, her expression carried a hint of unease.
"Are you angry?"
Eliza cautiously observed Herbert’s expression, uncertain, "I really wasn’t trying to insult you deliberately..."
She paused for a mont, unable to say sothing against her will, and changed her tack, "Well, maybe just a little, just a little bit deliberately."
Just a little bit!
Seeing Herbert’s still frowning face, she pursed her lips:
"Co on! Don’t be so petty! It was just a joke, wasn’t it? How did you treat before? I didn’t turn against you..."
You treated like that, and I didn’t even hold it against you.
You petty Paladin!
Petty little thing!
Eliza originally wanted to persuade Herbert not to be angry, but the more she thought about it, the more furious she beca, feeling increasingly shortchanged.
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, and finally, she puffed up her cheeks, crossed her arms, and turned her head aside, simply closing her eyes, refusing to look at this petty man.
"Hmph!"
Of course, whether Eliza indeed "couldn’t turn against" or "didn’t want to turn against" remains up for debate, but she definitely wasn’t the type to hold grudges.
Herbert, baffled, looked at the self-indignant Vampire, blinking.
What are you even fussing about?
Staring at the little expressions of the Vampire Miss, Herbert suddenly had a mont of clarity, nodding with enlightened vigor.
Herbert: "Ah!"
I’ve got it!
Eliza: "Ah?"
Ah, what?
She was in doubt, ready to peek at Herbert when she felt a wave of heat approach.
Is he coming over?
Is he going to apologize?
Or... huh!?
Eliza was speculating when she suddenly felt her body lighten, being horizontally lifted off the ground.
Huh???
"You, you put..."
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Herbert’s smiling face.
"Eliza, I didn’t consider your feelings earlier, please don’t be mad, okay?"
Eliza: ?
Initially stunned, Eliza was utterly shocked.
Apology?
He apologized???
Huh!!?
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