Chapter 1244 - 559: Small but Adorable

Chapter 1244: Chapter 559: Small but Adorable

Going too far!

Kreti, unable to take it anymore, was about to lunge forward and throw a heavy punch at Herbert, but just as she was about to make a move, she remembered there was another spectator from her kind present.

"...Tsk! I’ll let you off this time!"

She forcefully suppressed her boiling anger, squeezed out this sentence of compromise through gritted teeth, glared fiercely at Herbert one more time, then puffed up her cheeks in anger, withdrew her fist, and turned to walk deeper into the Bronze Fortress.

With an outsider present, she felt it was necessary to maintain her image in front of outsiders, especially since the other person was a fellow Demon from Hell.

Besides, she might not truly be able to beat Herbert... But that’s not important, yes, not important at all.

"Hmph, I don’t care about you... yah!"

As soon as Kreti turned around, Herbert grabbed her wrist. Before she could shake him off, she was gently pulled, lost her balance, and was drawn straight into his arms.

"You! Let me go!"

Kreti was startled, two patches of red instantly blooming on her cheeks, not knowing whether it was from anger or embarrassment. She gritted her teeth, trying to break free, but with the big hand that was holding her waist pressing down, she suddenly went soft.

Then she heard Herbert’s light laughter beside her ear: "Where are you planning to go? If you leave now, wouldn’t you be leaving me alone to face her?"

Although Herbert couldn’t yet mobilize all his strength at the moment, his physical power hadn’t disappeared. In this regard, he overwhelmingly surpassed Kreti.

Just in close combat alone, none of the Monster Girls from his family could beat him.

Even without Holy Power to call upon, when it came to battle, he was still a towering mountain that many Legends couldn’t surpass.

But at this moment, Herbert was still holding onto Kreti, smiling and "pleading": "I’m not in a good condition right now, what if something happens? You better stay and protect me, please?"

His tone even carried a touch of perfectly calculated, endearing "vulnerability," despite the arm embracing Kreti’s waist being steady as a rock, showing no sign of "being in a bad condition."

Kreti, hearing this, felt the urge to roll her eyes hard.

She threatened you?

A descending soul’s avatar could harm you here?

What a joke!

But regardless of how much truth or falsehood was in Herbert’s words, he had, after all, given her a way out.

Don’t leave, stay with me, just as if you’re doing me a little favor.

This excuse was downright terrible, but somehow... sounded a bit pleasing.

Kreti originally didn’t want to leave anyway, and her inner curiosity and the desire to explore her fellow kind’s nature were still stirring, still wanting to see what kind of character this unlucky guy really was.

"... Hmph, you better be!"

She huffed, pouted, and closed her eyes again, adopting a "see no evil" stance once more.

This time, however, it seemed more like a kind of tacit approval and compromise.

Although she didn’t open her eyes, she also didn’t bring up leaving again.

Nor did she think about getting out of Herbert’s embrace.

Whether she forgot, or simply didn’t want to, remained unknown.

To this, Herbert decided to uphold his style and sensibly refrained from asking too many questions.

He merely adjusted the position of his arm to make her more comfortable, then redirected his gaze to the true protagonist of today.

"..."

Meanwhile, Sammi, who had been watching for a long time, didn’t dare utter a word, even going so far as to withdraw her own aura voluntarily.

Watching what seemed like a little drama of flirting and bickering, Sammi felt her worldview being completely skewed.

She felt like the Godslayer before her was quite different from the terrifying being she had imagined, and also from the Paladin model she had heard of in the rumors.

He wasn’t terrifying, he didn’t exude that aura that made her shiver, with a gentle smile, excellent demeanor, and polite behavior, just like an ordinary noble youth.

And that kind of slightly unreliable, noble son who liked to tease his companions, the type who was very adept at making people happy.

Moreover, he didn’t quite resemble the typical Paladin in the world’s view.

At least in her impressions and the knowledge of her bloodline heritage, she had never heard of, or even imagined, a Paladin being so intimate with a Demon, to the point of hugging, holding, and playful banter.

This completely overturned her understanding of a Holy Professional.

Privately, he didn’t seem to be serious at all?

But soon, Sammi realized the issue.

She had misunderstood.

The Godslayer in front of her indeed had a tender side, but... it was not something he bestowed upon her, a stranger.

When the Godslayer in front of her lifted his gray eyes and finally looked her straight in the eyes, she felt an incredibly terrifying pressure.

A faint, almost imperceptible warning, like a cold, poisonous snake, silently climbed up her spine.

In terms of rank, he seemed to be similar to her, still at the Legendary level, but Sammi knew that was just a disguise, like an endless abyss hidden beneath the calm surface of the sea.

No matter how friendly the Godslayer appeared, no matter how genial and kind he seemed, it would never change his true nature.

This was an existence terrifying enough to slay Divine beings.

Sammi could almost see it, beneath that gentle facade lay an endless pile of corpses, shattered Divine Kingdoms, and wailing Laws.

That pure killing intent and undeniable determination, born from battles with Divine beings and ultimately slaying them, shrouded him like a scarlet cloak forged from Divine Blood and resentment.

Even without facing it directly, that terrifying aura was enough to make Sammi’s real body in Hell break out in goosebumps.

Imposing without anger.

Those seemingly warm gray eyes held only tranquility in their depths, like a deep lake, without the slightest ripple.

In his gaze there might have seemed to be a hint of appreciation, but upon closer inspection, one could find the indifference, as if observing a beautiful but lifeless statue.

Her will, her fear, were meaningless to him.

And if it were just that indifference, Sammi could have endured it, even feeling a bit relieved that she wasn’t being targeted.

But just as she was preparing to relax, a strand of black appeared at the corner of her eye.

At first, it was an extremely subtle trace, almost leading one to think it was just a trick of the light.

But in the next second, the black suddenly spread, transforming into an all-consuming darkness!

!!!

In a daze, Sammi saw the vast darkness spreading from under the Godslayer’s feet, like frantic tendrils occupying her entire field of view.

Amidst the pitch black, it seemed as if some terrifying being spared her a casual glance.

Soon, her vision returned, all the darkness before her vanished without a trace, seemingly never having been there, just her own hallucination.

But at that instant, the survival instinct in her heart screamed relentlessly, urging her to destroy this soul avatar immediately.

Sammi had already significantly overestimated Herbert’s dreadfulness, but in the end, she realized that she had still underestimated.

In Herbert, she had felt an almost direct confrontation with Divine beings!

She had once looked from a distance as the King of Hell’s avatar walked in Hell, and she had felt this terrifying aura... even more so!

Terrifying.

Unbelievably terrifying!

And as Sammi was filled with dread, Herbert gave her an odd glance, muttering inwardly.

"Why is this one’s courage so small?"

Watching Sammi trembling, thighs clamped tight, eyes almost welling up, blinking in confusion.

I haven’t even bullied her yet?

How come she can’t handle it herself?

I haven’t even exerted any force, and she’s already down.

"I’m not even a Demon, does she have to be this scared? Wait... no, she’s the Demon!"

Family, the Demon almost wet herself upon seeing me... who would believe it if I said that.

Herbert’s mouth twitched, trying to make his expression more cordial, softly asking: "Ahem, actually there’s nothing much, don’t be so nervous."

"Don’t be afraid, I just have a few questions I’d like you to help me with."

He looked at Sammi, slowed down his speech, and spoke gently: "Spirit Summoner Finn, does this name ring a bell?"

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