Her eyelids trembled, unable to resist the urge to open her eyes and take a good look at the other person.
Luhier was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Could it be that you’re feeling bored?"
"Yes!"
The mirror entity nodded without hesitation, grumpily snorting, "Being locked up alone, don’t you feel bored?"
"I’ve been locked up for so long, and no one’s co over; I’m suffocating!"
"It’s been several hundred years already, right? Why hasn’t a new Prison Warden co to chat with ?"
...Bored.
Luhier’s mouth twitched, unsure how to evaluate the mirror entity’s behavior.
Because they felt "bored," they wanted to run to the single room next door to chat with soone.
You caused such a commotion for such a trivial reason!!?
Do you know how I’ve been suppressing you all this ti—
The mirror entity didn’t mind Luhier’s silence, because she was always silent, like a closed box.
The mirror entity continued complaining grumpily, "That old man promised that when I recovered, soone would co to chat with ."
"Now I’m better, so where’s the person to chat with?"
"Every now and then, they bring soone to walk past , and then they never co back."
She lanted rapidly, tearfully denouncing so heartless old man for being unscrupulous.
And just when Luhier thought the mirror entity’s emotions were unstable, she suddenly changed her tone and cheerfully said: "Speaking of which, where’s the young man I saw last ti? The white-haired youth the old man brought recently."
"It’s a pity he was so dazed back then; I bet he didn’t rember a thing and I have to introduce myself to him again."
"When will he co to chat with ? Surely, soone has to co see , right? I don’t think I’m that scary!"
The mirror entity was chatting incessantly, then suddenly paused, staring at Luhier.
When she ntioned the young man earlier, this Fallen Angel reacted very subtly.
Has she seen that young man afterwards?
Did they have contact?
This is the fifth floor, and I’m on the sixth floor.
"..."
The smiling mirror entity stopped smiling.
"Wait, so that ans... was it you?"
The mirror entity squinted, her expression rather dangerous as she glared at the unresponsive Fallen Angel, gritting her teeth: "Don’t tell , it was you who stopped him?"
It was you who did it!!?
Faced with the accusation, the Fallen Angel continued to be silent.
She slightly tilted her head, silently "looking" to one side—not saying anything, yet seemingly saying everything.
But after turning her head, Luhier thought again and decided she should at least explain sowhat.
She carefully chose her words, and said softly:
"Lord Herbert was too weak before, not fit to interact with you, so I stopped him."
"However, for those others, I never stopped them from proceeding."
"They all chose to run away themselves after seeing ."
"Just like you said before..."
Luhier turned her head back, using the mirror entity’s previous words of denial, and said slowly: "I did nothing."
She paused for a mont, feeling the tone was lacking, then added a word.
"Oh~"
But adding that word wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Once added, the feeling of the whole sentence changed.
Sarcasm, maxed out!
Now the reflection in the mirror had completely lost expression.
The entity within the mirror watched the Fallen Angel indifferently, nodding.
"Fine."
"Really fine."
...
...
In the luxurious carriage, Eliza pulled Herbert to the side and whispered, "Hey, did you do sothing with Svanni?"
Faced with the sudden questioning, Herbert maintained his composure, naturally saying, "Hmm? What are you referring to? I haven’t done anything."
"It’s you who, why are you suddenly asking this question?"
Not only was he unfazed, he even countered, nodding knowingly: "Oh, I get it, you’re feeling lonely, so you’re uneasy?"
Herbert subtly placed his hand on the Vampire’s waist, teasing, "Wasn’t it you who didn’t want to reveal our relationship to Svanni? And it’s only been a few days, and you can’t hold it in?"
"No, not... wait, wait!"
Eliza whispered, instinctively dodging a bit, but didn’t dare make any big moves, afraid of attracting Svanni’s attention over there.
Not daring to struggle vigorously... Well, the Vampire, not wanting to avoid him in the first place, could only look at Herbert with a face of "it’s all your fault," letting his mischievous fingers draw symbols on her waist.
She stiffened her body, forcibly controlling herself not to tremble, pretending to be calm, "I just feel like the atmosphere between you seems different from when we ca... hmm~"
Eliza tried hard to hold it, but she couldn’t.
The disguise she painstakingly put on was easily broken by a finger; the last word she uttered distorted significantly, almost escaping as a soft hum.
After finishing his mischief, Herbert withdrew his hand, smiling as he offered it to her lips.
"Here."
He pursed his lips, indicating she should handle it herself.
There, you wet it.
So you should clean it up.
"Hmph."
And Eliza shot Herbert an eye roll, glancing sideways to observe Svanni’s reaction.
Only after confirming that Svanni was engrossed in reading, not paying attention, did she breathe a sigh of relief, obediently licking off the liquid from his long fingers.
However, the Vampire didn’t notice—that while she was tidying up, Svanni, who was supposedly engrossed in reading, looked over at Herbert.
Svanni gave him a charming smile, then silently lifted the hem of her robe, revealing a secretive allure to him.
In response to the scene, Herbert remained unfazed, simply nodding lightly at Svanni.
The reason for his calm deanor was that this scene had occurred many tis recently.
Although it was a little different from what he expected to see... it didn’t matter anymore.
Herbert actually felt more pleased.
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