["Cough! Cough cough!"]
Now that things had co to this point, the Harmonious God knew the cat was out of the bag and decided to just let go, smacking its lips and saying: ["Don’t be so stingy!"]
Knowing it was at fault, the Harmonious God completely resorted to playing tricks, muttering unreasonably: ["Anyway, it’s all about extracting power for you, doesn’t matter who eats it!"]
["Although the taste isn’t great, these two drops of Essence Blood did provide with so power, and your previous Vampire abilities have likely seen a 20% boost."]
The more it talked, the more excited it beca, feeling more and more that it was in the right.
Yes, I am not guilty!
Besides, I’m a Divine Spirit!
What’s wrong with stealing a little bit of what you offered?
I just ate a little bit!
I am God!
What’s that saying... no one has the right to punish !
Who can punish !!!
Nenasha felt unstoppable, as if she had reached the pinnacle of victory.
anwhile, Herbert’s expression remained unchanged.
He squinted his eyes, staring at the empty bottle, and quietly spoke:
"So, according to what you say..."
Nenasha misjudged, as Herbert’s focus wasn’t on whether it had stolen so or not—he didn’t care about that at all.
That stuff was prepared for it anyway, the thod of consumption didn’t matter!
Herbert’s real concern was...
"So, those materials, I actually didn’t need to consu them myself, right?"
The young man gritted his teeth, feeling as if his pure heart had been greatly deceived.
He rembered—this ti while chewing the bloody leaf, he hadn’t used his own fresh blood as before!
You damned soul-stitching old thing, are you playing with !!?
["Hmm? Ah! Uh..."]
Nenasha was noticeably flustered, stamring as she explained: ["Well, um, cough cough! I just restored a little bit of power, it used to be necessary... it’s true, really~"]
Hearing that tone, Herbert could guess the truth, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Sigh..."
["Are you mad?"] the Evil God asked cautiously, gently poking the young man’s cheek with a tentacle.
(poke poke poke)
"No."
["Then what are you doing now?"]
(poke poke poke)
Herbert ignored the tentacle, letting it poke around his cheek, replying powerlessly: "I’m just exhausted, let have so peace."
Having such a powerful yet unreliable teammate made him feel incredibly drained.
This elder sister, at your age, can’t you be a little more reliable?
(poke poke poke)
The Harmonious God poked for a while, seeing no reaction, and quietly retracted her tentacle, adding softly:
["Well, although you don’t need to use fresh blood as a dium, for the first acquisition of materials, I still suggest you eat them personally to gain more complete power."]
"... Got it."
Herbert opened his eyes, listlessly saying, "I’ll eat it."
Isn’t it just eating?
If it doesn’t kill , I’ll eat it until I die.
"Also, as compensation for you hurting my feelings, I want you to help fall asleep."
Nenasha: ?
Miss Harmonious God, who originally lacked confidence, instantly regained her usual spirit and beca smug upon hearing this.
["Oh, oh~ that’s what you were aiming for? Oh my, why didn’t you say so earlier!"]
["My dear ally is still just a little one who loves to act spoiled~"]
Herbert rolled his eyes, too lazy to even refute such an outrageously exhausting comnt, and collapsed onto the desk.
Too many things had happened that day, and he was indeed a bit worn out.
"... In one sentence, will you do it or not?"
If you won’t, there’s plenty of Evil Gods who will!
I might as well switch to a new Evil God if I must.
["Don’t rush, don’t rush~"]
Herbert felt a pair of cool arms gently encircle his neck from behind, hearing a soft whisper in his ear:
["I’m coming to help you~ hehe~"]
Sigh~
Accompanied by a breath blowing in his ear, Herbert’s consciousness faded once again, reerging in that pure white space.
This ti, before sinking, Herbert had a brief mont of clarity.
He seed to glimpse a pure white figure before him.
Like an angel’s warmth, like a god’s majesty.
It gazed at him tenderly, extending a hand to the weary mortal.
Softly grasping, then gently pulling him in.
["Co, into my arms."]
.
.
The next day.
"Is that... His Highness?"
Blake finally found Herbert at the Knight Order’s training grounds.
The young man who loved art and disliked combat, was now holding a longsword, quietly facing off against a stern-looking middle-aged man.
"Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Blake had encountered that middle-aged man at the monastery entrance yesterday, knowing him to be a formidable Paladin.
Though reluctant to admit, that opponent’s capabilities might be even greater than his own as Captain of the Guard.
Is His Highness confronting him for guidance?
Could it be!
Has Prince Herbert finally decided to learn Combat Skills?
Blake felt a surge of excitent, thinking it was a great developnt.
Herbert’s refusal to learn combat was a constant headache for him as a guard.
For he understood, art is rely embellishnt and served no real ans of self-reliance.
To hold one’s ground in this world and prevent others from taking advantage, one must rely on their own strength!
As Blake got excited, the two in the arena began to move.
In a flash too quick for Blake to fully see, their blades clashed.
Clang!
The two figures separated upon collision—the middle-aged Paladin stayed put, while Herbert staggered back a dozen steps.
The outco was determined, and the skill gap was vast.
But the result didn’t disappoint Blake—instead, he was almost dumbfounded staring at Herbert.
He actually defended against that move?
How, how did he do it!!?
A re noble boy not even at an Initial Tier a month ago, now blocking a blow from a High Tier Paladin?
This must be so kind of joke!!!
"This..."
Just as Blake intended to approach Herbert for answers, soone alongside held him back.
"Uh, I’m a servant of Prince Herbert..."
But the Paladin just shook his head, signaling toward the center: "Don’t rush, it’s not over yet."
Not over?
What’s there left to watch?
Confused, Blake watched as Herbert’s arms, holding the sword, lit up with dazzling golden light.
Buzz——
The brilliant light spread from his arms to the sword, tempering the blade into a flashing golden hue.
Herbert held the sword with both hands, slowly lifting the glowing longsword over his head, then swung down with force.
Unleashing a radiant and dazzling golden sword energy!
"——Curry stick!"
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