["Our relationship is much closer than others might think, isn’t it?"]
Nenasha’s voice was sweet and sticky, full of a soft, watery affection.
His words were aningful, suggestive, and could easily conjure up many explicit images.
However... this trick didn’t work on Herbert.
"Heh."
Herbert didn’t take Nenasha’s suggestive whispers to heart at all. He sneered and didn’t think much of it.
Promises made with just words are only for fooling children.
For such matters, sincerity must be shown first.
A real man can’t be toyed with by a wicked woman—at the very least, they need to be manipulated by the palm, better yet with words.
["Hehe, embarrassed, are we~?"]
"Heh, I think it’s you who’s embarrassed."
["Oh right right~ I’m really embarrassed now~"]
Nenasha chuckled twice, completely returning to her usual self, and said leisurely:
["Herbert, don’t worry about what others say in the future. As long as I’m standing in front of you, just choose to trust unconditionally!"]
Tsk.
"You talk about standing in front of , but you’ve been hiding in the shadows secretly watching ."
You peeping maniac!
There used to be so disguise, but now you just openly appear behind .
Truly, you are increasingly disregarding .
["Is it~? Is it possible that I’m always by your side, but you are too weak to see ?"]
"Heh, say what you want."
Stop pretending, you were still the big sister logging off from dayti addiction issues.
["You don’t believe ? Okay, then close your eyes."]
"... Are you serious?"
["Close your eyes, be obedient."]
Then...
Whoosh~
Herbert felt soone softly blowing into his ear, and his ear being pinched.
No... bitten!
!!!
He quickly opened his eyes and looked to the side, but found nothing, and when he raised his hand to touch his ear, he felt no marks.
After being teased again, Herbert couldn’t help but exclaim:
"You’re so damn wicked! No wonder you were sealed!"
["Heehee~"]
After this brief exchange, their relationship seed unchanged, but it had actually moved a step forward.
Perhaps many steps.
There were quite a few indications.
Before this, Nenasha wouldn’t stand so openly behind Herbert, using her mischievous little hands to scribble on his back.
["Herbert~ turn around and look at ~"]
"Tch, don’t touch ."
["Hey! I won’t~ Just try to stop !"]
A bit annoying.
But considering Nenasha’s fingers were ice-cold, it actually felt quite nice, so he’d let it slide for now.
"By the way, what’s your current state? Have you been freed?"
["Not~ yet~"]
After discussing the more important matters for the two, they finally started talking about those "unimportant" little things.
["Breaking free from a seal isn’t that simple—but yes, I’m indeed much stronger than before now."]
["I never expected he would let you touch my core, honestly, he’s quite a good guy."]
"Yes, indeed."
During this incident, the Archbishop was truly instruntal; no one else had such contributions.
He not only supplented Herbert’s knowledge of the Saintess but also provided them both with a good opportunity for a covert face-to-face exchange.
How wonderful!
["To avoid arousing suspicion, I only transferred a part of my soul that doesn’t include Law Power, while the rest remains dormant in the Holy Elephant."]
["By the way, he asked you to touch my hand, why did you touch my head instead?"]
Herbert didn’t answer, his gaze was determined as if ready to join a cause, ignoring what was said, and continued to ask, "So what about your strength now? How much has it recovered?"
["Eh, didn’t you hear ? I asked why did you touch my head... never mind, you’re asking about strength, right?"]
Nenasha suspiciously asked again, seeing he wasn’t going to respond, she huffed lightly and let go of that topic for now.
Her mood was quite good today, so she’d let it slide this ti.
["As for my strength, about one percent recovery? Hmm, a tenth of a percent? No, not even a hundredth!"]
"Be honest."
Sis, stop boasting.
It’s just the two of us here, can’t you just be honest?
Can’t we just face each other openly?
["Oh my, such a buzzkill, not understanding romance at all!"]
Unashad after being bluntly exposed, Nenasha grumbled indignantly: ["Tsk, in any case, no matter how much I say, you wouldn’t understand my exact strength anyway, you weakling with so many demands."]
"Just give a rough description."
["Roughly, hmm... consider that I can now unleash about Legendary Level power."]
["Of course, because of the risk of exposure to others, I only recomnd you seek my help in ergencies."]
Legendary power?
Herbert squinted and pondered for a mont, relatively satisfied with this result.
In the battle between Valentina and Flora, he had witnessed how terrifying Legendary power could be.
Although Miss Hungry Dragon was already at the Legendary Peak, the pinnacle of Legendary power, it didn’t seem to serve as a reference for general Legendary standards.
After all, there are differences even among Legendaries.
But Herbert believed that even with only early Legendary strength, Nenasha’s abilities wouldn’t be weak.
Not to ntion how strong the Ancient Gods are in terms of power control, just Saint Nenasha from back in the day was able to fight above her level based on combat experience alone.
Because she was really good at fighting.
"How can your power continue to recover? Do we need to touch that Holy Image again?"
["That’s not necessary."]
Nenasha understood the Archbishop’s great power better than Herbert, and counted herself lucky to have touched it once; it was a stroke of destiny’s favor.
Attempting again would be highly difficult to seize the opportunity of desecrating the Holy Image.
Either Herbert made huge contributions to the Monastery, requesting another touch,
or Herbert becos the rotating Cardinal in charge of suppressing it, indulging when the opportunity arises.
["Just like before, gather so Demon Material for , I can now extract more power from them, which ans I can grant you more."]
["Also, in daily life, I can provide you with so minor assistance~"]
As Nenasha finished, a tentacle ford from shadows extended from Herbert’s shadow, crawling up his leg, gently swaying in front of him like a greeting.
Hi~
Looking at the tentacle, Herbert couldn’t help but squint, suddenly realizing sothing.
What was touching my back just now... was it this thing?
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