"Hmm!!?"
"Cough cough cough—no!"
After taking a deeply satisfying breath, the Ashen Bishop suddenly widened her eyes, realizing what she was doing.
What am I doing?!
What exactly am I doing!!!
She quickly removed the blood-stained handkerchief from her nose, staring wide-eyed at the sar of blood—seeming to see Herbert's smug smile in it.
And faintly, she could hear his teasing chuckle—"If you really like it, you can just tell ~ You don't have to secretly hide my blood~"
The Ashen Bishop's expression twisted slightly, infuriated by her own thoughts. She shouted in rage, "Nonsense! I never intended to do that!"
Tsk!
As if to prove sothing, she angrily threw the handkerchief onto the ground.
Whoosh—smack.
But just doing that didn't quell her anger; she even used her serpentine tail to whip it fiercely, as if she were taking Herbert as her target.
Whoosh—smack!
Smack smack smack!
After venting her anger furiously, or perhaps using this thod to cover her own embarrassnt, the Ashen Bishop finally stopped, exhaling a long breath.
"Whew..."
She looked up at the chaos in the Half-Plane caused by Herbert, her lips curling slightly as she muttered, "Herbert, it's all your fault, you brat, it's all your doing."
However, although the array of books and writings scattered everywhere was headache-inducing, she wasn't in a rush to tidy them up.
To truly clean up, a simple Recovery Skill would easily solve the problem.
But the Ashen Bishop preferred doing it herself, ticulously returning everything to its place.
After all, she had plenty of ti and could sort through it slowly.
In fact, even if Herbert weren't causing trouble, she would occasionally rearrange all the texts, precisely to spend the overly long ti.
"..."
The Ashen Bishop quietly watched the chaos for a while before shaking her head, breaking into a soft laugh, "Pfft haha, haha!"
"When was the last ti my emotions fluctuated this much?"
"Two hundred years ago? Or three hundred years ago? No, maybe it's been over five hundred years? After I buried the last of my Secret Keeper kin, I haven't experienced such a strong emotional wave."
She raised her arms high, stretching hard, letting out a long sigh.
"Mmm—ha!"
"A rare mont of excitent is quite interesting."
The Ashen Bishop took off her hood, grasping her hair tucked into her clothes and pulling it out.
Whoosh—
Her cascading deep purple hair flowed smoothly down, the ends reaching the length of an average person's "ankles."
This excessively long hair did not affect the Ashen Bishop's movents; as she gently shook her head, the strands seed to quiver with Spirituality, emitting a sound similar to a snake hissing.
Hiss hiss hiss...
And without the shadow cast by the hood, her visage was finally exposed in this space.
Among the Monster Girls Herbert had encountered, her inhuman ratio in her normal state ranked among the top.
Those scales, densely engraved with secretive ancient runes, ceased spreading only at her neck, retaining the human head.
The sides of her overly pale cheeks bore so Demonic Anomaly markings, inevitably reminding one of ancient runes.
She gave an extraordinarily unique impression, initially appearing as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old naive girl, but upon a second glance, she seed like a beautiful woman in her early thirties.
No matter the appearance, both exuded a deadly allure, capable of capturing anyone's gaze.
However, a re glance into her eyes would instantly dispel all desire.
In those deep, athyst-like eyes, endless knowledge resided.
Staring into her eyes, one would only experience intelligence, or even an overwhelming intellect, leaving no trace of desire in one's heart.
Compared to the impulsive surge of carnal desire, enormous knowledge could easily obliterate everything, forcibly turning those who gazed upon her "true form" into slaves to knowledge.
This is the real reason why the Ashen Bishop consistently hid her appearance; it had nothing to do with Herbert's previous speculation about worrying over arousing others' desires.
It was to prevent the unfortunate ones who saw her from becoming idiotic beings solely driven to uncover secrets.
The Ashen Bishop lowered her eyes, gently twirling a strand of her hair with her fingers, whispering to herself, "Hehe, it's really all your fault... the secrets here have all awakened."
At this mont, the Half-Plane trembled slightly.
She could feel it. Those secrets, dormant for who knows how long, had awakened.
This was rare.
Unchanging deathly silence was the usual state here.
With Herbert's intrusion, a rare hint of vitality had been injected here.
This was a good thing.
But at the sa ti, it was a bad thing.
Because soon, those awakened secrets would gradually spiral out of control.
Books flew from shelves, transforming into all sorts of shapes—animals, demons, weapons, armor... so secrets even took human form, walking in the air.
They couldn't open their mouths in the true sense, but could emit a humming noise.
Buzz—
The sound was heavy and indistinct, but if curiosity led you to listen closely, they'd quickly transform into murmurs, seeping into your ears, forcibly injecting into your soul!
The Ashen Bishop naturally wasn't affected by them, completely ignoring their influence.
But even she found the sounds annoying.
So after ignoring them for a while, when they didn't quiet down of their own accord, she spoke, "Alright, everyone stop making noise."
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