Getting Luhier to remove her armor... Well, that's certainly not going to happen.
After all, Miss Fallen Angel is not so gullible Hungry Dragon who can be lured with food. She won't just obey.
She's not stupid!
Faced with Herbert's unreasonable demand, Luhier just slightly curled her lips and quietly watched him without saying a word.
So, I asked.
Would you like to hear what nonsense you're spewing?
Until Herbert finally gave a small cough and naturally changed the subject, "By the way, Luhier, did you know? I've got so news from the Sun Church during my ti outside."
He brought up the topic that interested Luhier most, but the Fallen Angel's reaction was not as excited as he had imagined.
"Hmm."
She just nodded slightly, smiled lightly, and gave a sound of affirmation, waiting for him to continue.
Herbert found this sowhat strange and asked, "Aren't you curious?"
This reaction is rather bland, isn't it?
In Herbert's mory, Luhier always had rather complex emotions about the Sun.
Although she betrayed the Sun God, she didn't hate Him that much, at most just mocked His arrogance verbally.
Her fall was rely due to a difference in principles, leading her to forsake the divine.
And as for the Sun Church, Luhier holds equally complex feelings of love and hate.
Despite no longer belonging there, she frequently forgets that fact and often aligns herself with the Sun Church's standpoint in conversations.
Clearly, he had brought the most interesting thing for her this ti, yet she responded so rationally... Truly indifferent.
Luhier looked at Herbert's confused expression and smiled slightly, shaking her head, "I am curious, but I already guessed it before you spoke."
"Guessed it?"
Herbert was puzzled and asked curiously, "What makes you think that?"
"It's the scent."
The Fallen Angel's wings behind her lightly trembled, stirring a weak airflow that ruffled Herbert's hair.
The current passed over Herbert's body, circled around the Sanctuary, and then blew back to the Fallen Angel.
Luhier inhaled gently as the air brushed past, nodding lightly.
"You carry the scent of the sun on you."
She explained calmly, "There are remnants of the blazing sun's scent on you, sothing others wouldn't notice, but I won't overlook."
"I'm exceedingly familiar with it."
Luhier finished her explanation coolly, but Herbert appeared sowhat unsettled.
"Hmm?"
Scent?
Wait, is your nose really that sharp?
It's been over ten days, and you can still sll it? Do you have a dog's nose?
Besides, here's another issue.
If your sense of sll is truly that sharp, shouldn't you be detecting more than just the sun's scent?
The scent of vampires, giant dragons, rmaids... surely you can sll them too?
No, in fact, the scent of the night, the sky, the sea... ahem.
Doesn't that an you know a bit too much?
Herbert stared at the Fallen Angel with a subtle expression, lips moving as if about to speak but hesitated.
"You... cough, maybe it's better if I say nothing."
Let's not ntion it for now.
Better wait till Luhier asks to bring it up, otherwise it feels like I'm a self-destructing truck.
If you don't speak, neither will I.
Let's see how long you can hold out before asking!
Once Herbert made up his mind to play dumb, Luhier also made a move.
She didn't ask curiously about Herbert's "friendly diplomatic exchanges between alien races," but instead slowly opened her four arms towards him.
Luhier reached out to Herbert, making a gesture for a hug, and asked softly, "May I?"
?
Hmm? What's this? Hey, you...
Herbert was bewildered by Miss Fallen Angel's sudden action, unsure why she did this.
Which of their recent words led to this gesture?
"..."
However, despite his deep confusion, Herbert didn't hesitate for more than half a second before gladly nodding to her request.
Though I'm not usually the passive type, often playing the aggressor's role.
Still, it's hard to refuse such a request for a hug from a heroic yet gentle Monster Girl.
I doubt anyone could resist!
Herbert candidly stepped forward, spreading his arms and letting the Angel embrace him.
"Thank you."
Luhier softly thanked him, tightening her four arms around Herbert as she began lifting him upwards.
As his toes left the ground, Herbert's entire weight settled into Luhier's arms, yet he didn't feel discomfort, but instead experienced a near-weightless, exquisite pleasure.
His chin, even his lower face, was all held up.
Herbert felt like he was sinking into a soft bed, enveloped within.
At this mont, only one thought filled Herbert's mind – this was unbelievably soft!
Though Valentina also has her advantages, when compared to Luhier's size in human form, she falls short.
Their ten-centiter height difference seems minor, but one feels it upon trying.
Moreover, Miss Fallen Angel's body is much softer than most would imagine, extrely, incredibly soft.
It's an absurd contrast.
Luhier was once the sharpest blade in the divine's hand, yet her body is softer than that watery rmaid.
Almost like delicate pastries that lt with a touch of the tongue.
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