After receiving Herbert’s firm assurance, the girl’s unease slightly subsided. She gratefully bowed to him in thanks and then quickly left with the six blood slaves.
Herbert watched the girl leave and slowly shook his head.
He wasn’t lying; she indeed had the chance to return to her original state—if she could master her own bloodline’s power, she could resemble a human again.
Additionally, it was strange that the girl wasn’t disturbed by this blood ritual at all, her soul remaining tranquil.
At this mont, everyone in Malagas City was shrouded in this massive ritual encompassing the entire city.
Everyone was within this domain, with their souls more or less influenced.
Making them more easily tempted, desires more easily indulged... even Eliza wasn’t spared, becoming more irritable and easily provoked than usual.
Herbert was immune to all this thanks to Nenasha, deep within his soul, unaffected by the domain.
How was she unaffected?
Was it the bloodline of the Gorgon that immunized her from such influence?
"Aren’t you going to tell her the truth? She’s not cursed." Eliza suddenly asked what had long intrigued her.
She clearly saw the girl bore no curse, only that her alien bloodline had awakened within her.
Yet Herbert deliberately concealed this fact, allowing Teresa’s claim of being cursed to stand.
Herbert smirked and replied grumpily, "Of course, it’s to prevent her from becoming extre."
"Would you really be so kind?" Eliza expressed strong skepticism.
"What are you saying? Of course, I would!"
Herbert snorted, his expression calming slightly, then he softly said:
"Perhaps she can’t accept it now, but one day she will understand there’s nothing shaful about her bloodline."
"One day, Teresa will realize how enticing... ahem, how strong and powerful her tail is!"
Oops, almost exposed my peculiar taste.
Not that I have any special fondness for thick tails!
I don’t!
Eliza didn’t notice his slip, her expression complex as she looked at Herbert, uncertainly saying, "You... are really gentle in so strange ways."
For a Paladin, given that the other was an alien race needing elimination, Herbert displayed considerable gentleness.
No, not just towards Teresa.
Towards herself, towards other alien prisoners in the Third Commandnt Hall, Herbert had always been... treating them all equally.
Herbert remained calm, smiling as he said, "Of course, I’ve always been this gentle."
"Can’t you be a little gentler to ?" Eliza complained irritably.
Always so rough, couldn’t you be gentle to like you are to them?
Really!
Herbert turned his head, asking aningfully, "Are you sure? Do you really need to be a bit gentler to you?"
"..."
Eliza was silent.
Though she wanted to answer affirmatively to save face, for so reason, she suddenly hesitated within.
The unspoken small desires in her heart suddenly surged at this mont.
"..."
She moved her lips, then slowly turned her head to the other side, pretending nothing happened.
Eliza succumbed to her desires.
Indeed, this was the realm of [Sinful Desire], amplifying the desires in everyone’s hearts.
"Haha... let’s go, stop dawdling. If we’re any later, Svanni might have already taken action." Herbert urged.
"Oh, okay... wait, did you say Svanni?" Eliza nodded, intending to set off, but suddenly froze.
"Isn’t it Vilamay?"
Why is it my good friend Svanni?
"Oh, right, I misspoke, it is indeed Vilamay." Herbert kept a calm deanor, acting as if he genuinely made a slip of the tongue, saying awkwardly, "After all, they are both Dark Elves, so it’s understandable to confuse them, right?"
Through a simple test of Eliza’s reaction, Herbert could confirm that Svanni hadn’t revealed her true identity to her.
aning, Svanni indeed planned to forge ahead resolutely... This conclusion weighed slightly on Herbert’s mind.
Eliza didn’t think much of it, muttering, "Don’t let the two of them hear this, it could be hurtful."
Mistaking their nas, how hurtful.
And the nas aren’t even similar.
Relying on Herbert’s gift of not getting lost, they quickly proceeded towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
But Herbert and the others didn’t go far before they ca to a halt.
Not long after passing the place where Teresa was attacked by an assassin, Herbert and the others encountered an unexpected roadblock.
It was a tall Dark Elf, his entire body hidden under a black cloak, holding a skeleton staff in hand and standing atop a platform seemingly assembled from a heap of flesh and bones.
The person stared intensely at Herbert and his group, as if contemplating sothing continuously.
Arriving so quickly!!?
Herbert’s eyes shifted, confirming the person’s identity and strength.
Legendary... and possibly a Dark Elf Mage at the Legendary Peak!
Was it necessary to deploy such a spectacular force just because eight assassins, not even legendary, died?
While Herbert observed the newcor, Douglas was also observing them.
Then he was disappointed, utterly disappointed!
"You... are too weak."
Crack, crack, crack.
He tightly gripped the staff in his hand, growling in frustration, "Not enough, still not enough, far from enough!"
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