This is not the promise made by a Paladin to those in need of rescue.
It is rely the words spoken by an arrogant mortal, words he believes to be true.
Whether these words are "madness" or "prophecy" depends on how far Herbert can go in the end.
Just as Herbert had settled everything and was ready to leave, the anxious girl spoke again.
"Sir Knight! Can I bring soone else along?"
"Hmm?"
Herbert turned back curiously, surprised that the girl had made another request at this mont.
He wasn’t impatient with arrogance but was amazed by Teresa’s courage.
This little one, clearly anxious to the extre, didn’t dare to make any more requests, fearing she might offend him.
But now, why was she willing to muster the courage to plead for soone else?
Teresa faced Herbert’s probing gaze, shrank back a bit, instinctively wanting to close her mouth, but still mustered the courage to say, "Well, it’s like this, I have another companion."
"Can I... can I go find her? Quinna saved before, and I don’t want to leave her behind."
Quinna?
Herbert vaguely found the na familiar, paused silently for a mont, and then slowly nodded, "Very well, not giving up on your companion, you’re doing the right thing. In that case, you may take these Blood Slaves and go find your companion."
Although Teresa seed timid, this gorgon girl herself was not weak in combat power, with tough skin and high health.
In addition to these six Blood Slaves, as long as the Legendary ones don’t appear, she’s enough to run rampant here.
And the Legendary ones won’t have the leisure to pay attention to Teresa, because they’ll certainly be drawn to Herbert.
"Rember, you need to be back within an hour... also, do you know her location?"
"I do!"
Teresa didn’t expect Herbert to agree so easily, delightedly standing up straight, almost rushing toward him.
"I know the place, it’s the prison where we were held before..."
As she spoke, her expression suddenly darkened, and she shrank back, muttering, "But in this form, she might not recognize ."
Before, she had a human appearance, but now she had turned into a monster.
Teresa didn’t know if Quinna would still take care of her like before, whether she could still treat her the sa way.
She raised her head blankly and softly said, "Sir, I really wasn’t like this before... Do you believe ?"
"I believe you."
Herbert didn’t hesitate, nodded, and gently said, "Your soul is as pure as your appearance."
"As for whether your companion will believe you, that doesn’t really matter. How did you beco companions?"
He whispered to the confused girl, "Was it because of your appearance back then? Certainly not."
"More important than appearance is always the soul. As long as your soul remains pure, no matter how your appearance changes, you haven’t truly changed."
"Moreover, your current appearance isn’t ugly at all."
This was not just comforting words; the girl before him, though disheveled, still had quite an appealing look.
Especially her strong and powerful tail, which fit Herbert’s aesthetics—having it wrapped around oneself would surely be comfortable.
"However, if you’re really concerned, I have a solution."
With that, Herbert took off the hood he used to hide his hair and gently placed it over Teresa.
He chose this cloak primarily to conceal his excessively striking hair color.
But since he no longer planned to hide his identity and decided to act boldly, the cloak was no longer necessary.
"Wear this cloak and then go to her, tell her about the changes. If she can accept it, then co with her."
"And if she can’t accept it, you won’t feel too bad."
He gently patted the girl’s shoulder finally, "No matter how your appearance is cursed to change, your soul remains unaffected."
"Still pure and beautiful."
Teresa was left sowhat speechless by Herbert’s words, only able to nod while pursing her lips.
She felt complicated inside.
On one hand, she thought Herbert was deliberately comforting her, but on the other, it seed his words were heartfelt.
"Okay, then we’ll split up. We’ll help distract so attention, and you take the opportunity to rescue your companion."
After quickly arranging things for Teresa, Herbert was about to leave with Eliza.
But just as they were about to set off, he suddenly thought of sothing and asked out of the blue, "By the way, if you find in the future that you absolutely can’t return to your original form, what do you plan to do?"
Teresa was silent for a mont, holding the cloak and bowing her head, softly saying, "Sir, I’d rather die than live as a monster."
If it’s not a curse, then she’d rather end her life.
"Sir Knight, I... can’t actually change back, can I?"
The girl wasn’t foolish; she understood the implication behind Herbert’s question.
Herbert looked deeply at the girl, nodded with a smile, and confidently said, "Don’t worry, I promise you will change back."
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