After Flora transford into her Holy Light Form, not only did she not beco pure, emotionless, and utterly aloof like a cold "Angel."
On the contrary, it was as if her ridians had been blasted wide open, like she’d suddenly attained enlightennt; she found—or rather, began to release—the nature she’d originally been suppressing.
Every move she made was full of subtle yet un-stiff charm; when she looked at Herbert, her eyes were dewy, her gaze rippling with a thousand shades of allure.
She was looking more and more like a real Enchanting Demon; the way she looked at Herbert carried a certain "aggressiveness" and "hungry vibe."
Flora had figured it out.
Once the influence of that chaotic instinct faded, what remained was all just my original personality.
It’s not that my Enchanting Demon bloodline changed into this.
It’s that from the very beginning, I was already like this!
This is the kind of Enchanting Demon I am!
"So... does my Lord not like like this?"
Flora’s expression didn’t change; instead she hugged Herbert’s arm tighter, lifting her gaze from below to et his eyes, and said seriously, "If you dislike it, I can change back."
As long as you give the word, I’ll imdiately act like before.
"No, that’s not necessary."
Herbert laughed and waved his hand, casually saying, "You’re pretty good like this too."
Faced with Miss Enchanting Demon’s transformation, Herbert had neither the strength nor the desire to stop it; he could only spread his hands helplessly.
Well, as long as you’re happy.
Being happy is what matters most.
"How should I put it? It’s not that I don’t like it, exactly. You’re fine like this, I’m just a bit surprised."
Herbert looked gently at the Enchanting Demon who seed calm on the surface but had laughter practically spilling from her eyes, and said softly, "Looks like you’ve thought everything through. I don’t have to worry anymore."
As for Flora’s transformation, although Herbert trusted Nenasha, he still couldn’t help keeping an extra eye on things.
Not because he feared Nenasha would ss it up, but because he was worried Flora might have problems herself.
["No, this just ans you don’t trust ! I’m mad! Hmph!"]
Once a certain Harmonious God sensed Herbert’s thoughts, she pounced like a wolf spotting at, imdiately issuing a strong condemnation—You’ve insulted , I’m going to make a scene!
["Unless you now, imdiately, right this instant apologize to , praise my kindness with thirty different techniques, and then act cute with for a full hour! Otherwise... I will not forgive you!"]
Eh?
Hearing that, Herbert paused for a mont and blinked in confusion.
Where did that dog barking just now co from?
So strange.
Why did it echo in my heart?
["Huh???"]
Nenasha, who’d just been joining in the fun and joking around, was enraged by that and imdiately launched a counterattack.
["Dog barking? Herbert! You—"]
Mortal!
You’ve got so nerve!
You actually dare launch such an attack against —your ally, lover, friend, and "enemy"!
["I’m mad! I’m really mad!"]
Apparently pushed to the limit, Nenasha could no longer hold back and began passionately spewing words:
["Beep—beep—"]
Herbert’s expression didn’t change; he simply treated the sowhat noisy whining in his ears as background sound, letting it go in one ear and out the other, as if nothing had happened.
Minor issue.
To outsiders it might look like Nenasha was truly furious and about to let Herbert taste the terror of divine wrath.
But Herbert knew, that wasn’t her real attitude.
She’s just... acting cute with .
Girl.
You.
Insulting .
Sounds like you’re whining~
You can say what you like; I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear it.
"Mm."
Listening to the "whining" in his ear, Herbert looked at Flora with a refreshed expression and nodded with a smile.
"Not bad."
Who knew what exactly he was evaluating.
Was it that the newborn Enchanting Demon was "not bad"?
Or that the "furious" Harmonious God had her own special charm too?
Or perhaps both?
The only one who knew the answer to that question was Herbert himself.
"Thank you for your praise, my Lord."
The Enchanting Demon rely took it as an evaluation of herself, lowering her head with a smile to show that she was quite fond of her current self.
"So people might think I’ve changed quite a lot, that I’m different from how I used to be."
"But I think, since I’ve been reborn, naturally I should look like soone reborn. No need to cling to the past."
She smiled slightly, lifting her gaze to Herbert as she said softly, "Those thoughts I used to bury in my heart and never dared show, I’ll now convey them with words."
"Desire isn’t all wrong."
"And instinct isn’t sothing that must always be forcibly suppressed."
Within that chaotic instinct, the desire for slaughter needs to be restrained; I can’t beco a mad thing that only knows how to plunder Life.
But as for that other kind of instinctive desire... well, a little of it is fine.
No need to treat it like a monstrous flood; just face it with a normal mindset.
As long as that desire is reasonably managed and properly vented, it’s beneficial to both body and mind.
Yes, all benefit and no harm!
"I’ve got no objections to anything else; it’s just, can you change this way you’re calling [my Lord]?"
Herbert pursed his lips, speaking rather helplessly: "It suddenly feels a bit distant, you know?"
"My Lord" was more often a respectful form used by mortals when addressing a Divine or so great being they followed.
Herbert didn’t think he was unworthy of the title; he just felt that if there were special reasons or if others used it, fine, but people close to him shouldn’t keep that kind of distance.
Flora was quick on the uptake; she imdiately changed how she addressed him and smiled. "Alright, Master, I understand."
With that, she turned her head to glance toward where Kreti the "jumping idol" had gone, confird there was no sign of her coming back for now, and a thought stirred in her heart.
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