Next ti, it won't be as simple as just kissing the back of the hand.
Kreti was well aware of this but couldn't resist.
However, after a mont of silence, just as Herbert was about to leave, she suddenly asked, "… Herbert."
"Hmm?"
"Does this kiss really work?"
Kreti was a bit skeptical. Although Herbert's soul was very attractive to her, she didn't really think that just kissing the back of a hand would help increase her power.
Does it really work?
To this, Herbert imdiately responded.
"It doesn't."
"Hmm?!!"
The young man laughed with utmost honesty: "Yes, you didn't hear wrong, nor did you think wrong, of course it doesn't work."
"How could it be so easy to increase power with just a kiss?"
?
Kreti widened her eyes in shock and exclaid, "Then why did you let kiss your hand!?"
If it doesn't work, then what was I doing just now?
"Don't get so excited, stay calm."
Herbert leisurely replied, "To say it's completely useless would be wrong… at least I'm happy, aren't I?"
"Kreti, are you happy?"
???
The endlessly teased Miss Devil finally exploded, shouting in frustration, "Happy my—ah!"
A stream of Abyss slang poured out from her mouth, causing Herbert's lips to curl up uncontrollably.
Truly amusing.
"Hahaha, whether you're happy or not, I'm quite happy nonetheless."
"Alright, that's enough for now, let's et again next ti."
"Hope you'll be ready by then."
After listening for a while, Herbert waved with a laugh and prepared to leave.
"Oh! Almost forgot."
As he took a step, Herbert imdiately returned, hurriedly twisted his head around, and pulled "Miss Siege Hamr" from the wall.
Pop.
"... Hm?"
Even though previous collisions had made no noise, Valentina, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly reacted when Herbert held her.
Her eyelids trembled slightly, and she murmured:
"... Hm?"
The next mont, Kreti, who was still speaking, suddenly stopped. She witnessed the true epic dragon might.
Boom!
The overwhelming pressure instantly swept across the entire Bronze Fortress, even perating through the entire Molten Hell.
Watching this scene, Herbert couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that there might be nothing more terrifying than this morning temperant.
"Ha..."
And before Valentina truly opened her eyes, Herbert gently placed a hand over her eyes, softly saying, "Awake? You weren't careful while sleeping, you fell off the bed, are you hurt?"
Upon hearing Herbert's voice and feeling his presence, the previously rampant dragon might instantly dissipated.
The famished dragon that was about to awaken once again felt the heavy sleepiness, her eyelids drooping heavily, hugging Herbert and mumbling, "Hm… feels, itchy on the top of my head?"
"You probably hit your head. Alright, let rub it for you, keep sleeping."
"Okay, stay with … sleep…"
"Mm-hmm, together."
From Miss Devil's stunned perspective, the furious dragon who seed like she was about to bring the world to ruin one second was coaxed into sleeping as calmly as a fetus the next.
Click.
The two left, leaving behind a silent Kreti and the two big holes left by the "Miss Siege Hamr."
"..."
Reflecting on the experiences with Herbert, she couldn't help but sigh, "What a farce… I'm really crazy to have agreed to him."
Yet at the sa ti, another thought erged in her mind, quickly spreading and growing wildly—what if it was real?
Valentina had appeared, she had truly advanced to epic, this was solid evidence.
"And even if it's not real, the feeling is undeniably real, his soul is just so..."
"Even just by kissing his hand, I can feel this sensation, so what if he kisses then?"
"What if it's not a kiss, but..."
Kreti pondered, her body shivering slightly, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva as her mouth watered.
Gulp.
.
.
"..."
Bishop Rusted Nail frowned deeply, silently troubled as he looked at the docunts in his hand.
"Who should I choose?"
Since gaining full responsibility from the Ashen Bishop, he had been contemplating the candidate to send to the Sun Church.
The Mist Monastery wasn't large, but there were several suitable candidates to choose from if needed.
After careful consideration, he had already identified several suitable candidates.
These people were quite capable, all of them capable of handling the mission.
However, he had been hesitating.
Bishop Rusted Nail was not unaware of the reason behind his indecision.
His conflict arose from a bold idea that had already ford in his heart.
"What if… it's him?"
Herbert.
The young man was his top choice.
Although he had ntioned it to the Ashen Bishop, at the ti… she seed, hmm, not quite satisfied.
"Indeed, in the Guardian's view, legendary power is a must?"
"This makes things difficult!"
Bishop Rusted Nail shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Who knows how long it will be before Herbert truly steps into the legendary realm… Hmm!!?"
Ring.
In his mont of reflection, he heard a crisp sound, and Bishop Rusted Nail's expression changed, quickly looking toward the bell on the table.
It was the communication magic guide item given to him by the Archbishop, only used in extrely urgent situations.
!!!
The Archbishop was communicating with him!!?
Has sothing major happened?
Is there a problem at the Sealing Sanctuary?
Has the sealed item moved!!?
He couldn't spare another thought and hurriedly picked up the bell, eager to learn what had happened.
"Your Grace! Is there an issue with the sealed item!?"
Hope nothing goes wrong!
"Malcolm, remain calm."
The frantic Bishop Rusted Nail then heard the Archbishop's voice, as calm as ever, "The Sanctuary is peaceful, there hasn't been any movent for a long ti, nothing major has happened."
Phew!
Bishop Rusted Nail let out a heavy sigh of relief, then asked, "Then why did you call ?"
Since the sealed item isn't an issue, it shouldn't be anything major…
"Herbert has advanced to legendary status."
Bishop Rusted Nail: ?
"Ah!!?"
The Archbishop paid no mind to Bishop Rusted Nail's confusion, warmly instructing, "Notify the others to prepare the materials needed for the Holy Sacrifice Baptism ceremony for him."
"In a month, I will personally host his baptism ceremony."
The Archbishop continued speaking, but at this mont, Bishop Rusted Nail was finding it difficult to focus.
At this mont, a single thought kept echoing in his mind.
"Legendary…"
"Herbert, has advanced…"
"Legendary!!?"
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