Chapter 1248 - 561: I Object!!!

Chapter 1248: Chapter 561: I Object!!!

She opened her mouth, those excuses like "she’s just unlucky!" and "afraid she’ll harm you!" swirling on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say them.

Kreti knew those were just surface reasons.

The real reason, the thought "I don’t like it," "I don’t want it," "I was here first," burned like a fire in her heart, but her damned pride pressed it down firmly, unable to be spoken.

Say it, you stubborn mouth!

"I, I..."

She stammered, her gaze darting all over, afraid to meet Herbert’s eyes, her cheeks flushed as if about to bleed.

She could feel the puzzled gaze from Sammi’s side and Herbert’s teasing smile, making her even more embarrassed.

Seeing that she was about to lose due to her stubbornness, a reckless impulse seized Kreti’s heart.

Going to run away again?

That damned demon had already made the first move, did she really lack even this bit of courage?

Besides, it’s not like she hadn’t done it before!

Forget it!

Whatever!

Just when Herbert thought Kreti would be provoked and run away again, she suddenly moved.

She abruptly turned her head, no longer avoiding Herbert’s gaze, and those enchanting eyes now burned with a determined and annoyed defiance.

"You... you’re always like this!"

She grumbled through clenched teeth, then grabbed Herbert’s collar and pulled forcefully downward—

In Herbert’s slightly surprised gaze, under Sammi’s bewildered eyes, Kreti stood on tiptoe, tilted her head up, and pressed her crimson lips fiercely onto Herbert’s lips!

"Hm?!"

This was a kiss with obvious sulking, lacking any skill, somewhat clumsy.

To be more precise, rather than a kiss, it was more like an "imprint" of ownership.

Their lips pressed together, carrying the peculiar coolness of a demon and a faint fragrance akin to a midnight orchid.

The summoning ritual seems to have frozen time at this moment.

The sulfuric scent wafting in Molten Hell seems to have faded, leaving only this abrupt, intense kiss.

Kreti’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest, she could almost hear the sound of her blood rushing.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

She closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling fiercely, her hand clutching Herbert’s collar so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

They parted abruptly.

"Ha..."

Kreti stepped back as if burned, panting heavily, her cheeks rosy, her gaze still held traces of panic and a feigned calmness.

She dared not look at Herbert but quickly turned to the completely petrified Sammi, trying to appear proud and victorious.

She slightly raised her chin, her proud gaze conveying a clear message—"See? He’s mine! Don’t think about touching!"

She hoped to see shock, disappointment, or retreat on Sammi’s face.

However...

Sammi blinked her huge eyes with heavy dark circles, her face even more confused.

Wh-what does it mean?

The unlucky creature glanced at the red-faced, feigning calm member of her kind, then at Herbert, whose expression was subtly amused, lips still appearing to have a trace of a smile, tilting her head.

What, what does this mean?

Should, should I react in some way?

No, should I react?

I...

Sammi thought for a moment, felt something seemed off if she didn’t react.

So, she blankly raised her hand, inexplicably and cautiously clapping.

Clap. Clap.

Uh, give you a round of applause?

The air froze again.

Kreti’s expression of "declaration of sovereignty" completely stiffened, as if cracks appeared on a fine porcelain surface.

She felt the punch she’d thrown with all her might not only missed the target but instead hit a soft cotton ball, the feeling of exerting too much force yet having nowhere to apply it almost caused her to lose breath.

"You—"

She widened her eyes, raising her hand to point at her species clapping blankly, feeling an unprecedented epic level of insult.

No!

Why the hell are you clapping!!?

Are you intentionally trying to mess with me!!?

And Sammi, watching Kreti gesturing forcefully at herself, thought she was indicating the applause was too weak, so she applauded more enthusiastically.

Clap clap clap!

Meanwhile, Herbert, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but laugh quietly at this ridiculous scene.

"Pfft! Cough cough, um."

He raised his hand to touch his lips, where there seemed to be a lingering cool and soft feeling, along with Miss Devil’s clumsy yet adorable anger.

Then, he laughed even louder.

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

He laughed louder and louder, his shoulders started to shake slightly.

Kreti looked at Sammi, pretending to be confused, vaguely guessing something. Her face changed from red to green and from green to red, mixed with shame and anger, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

This guy, is he really that naive?

"Herbert! Shut up! You mustn’t laugh!"

She turned her head and saw Herbert’s happy laughing expression, glaring at him fiercely with her eyes, then glaring at the innocent Sammi, who completely didn’t understand the meaning of her "heroic deed," feeling a rush of blood to her head.

"You! You both... Hmph!"

Kreti was so angry she started to tremble all over. In the end, all her emotions turned into a cold hum of shame and anger.

She gave Sammi a look that said "You’re such a fool!" then suddenly turned and dashed into the depths of the fortress, even her back showing strong feelings of grievance and embarrassment.

A complete defeat!

"Uh..."

Sammi looked in the direction where Kreti disappeared, even more confused, and she nervously looked at Herbert, who was still laughing, not daring to speak for a moment.

She waited for a while, seeing Herbert had no intention of chasing, then tentatively said: "Godslayer, did I say something wrong? She seems very angry..."

"Haha, cough!"

Herbert finally managed to stop laughing, wiped away tears from laughing so hard, and waved his hand casually: "No problem, Kreti is just... Hmm, she’s not that fragile, just a little shy."

He looked towards the direction Kreti left, a hint of humor flashing in his gray eyes—this girl didn’t just run away all at once, but hid behind the corridor corner ready to keep eavesdropping.

Kreti is not that fragile.

Fragile people don’t periodically provoke others just to get a beating.

This Miss Devil, when she’s being stubborn, is really cute.

"Then we..."

Sammi cautiously steered the conversation back on track, feeling that the hope of signing a Master-Servant Contract seemed even more remote after this commotion.

"Hmm, it’s time to solve the serious matter."

Herbert retracted his gaze, looked back at Sammi, his smile slightly restrained but still gentle: "Regarding the Master-Servant Contract, let’s not mention it for now."

"Even if Kreti doesn’t oppose, I won’t agree."

He extended his hand to help Sammi up from the ground, chuckling lightly: "Don’t forget, this is our first meeting, right?"

"You don’t know the real me, and I don’t know the real you. We’re not familiar, so there’s no trust to speak of."

Herbert was indeed curious about that extraordinary scale feeling, but he wasn’t a fool ruled by his lower impulses.

He never intended to easily accept Sammi, a demon "plagued by misfortune," as a servant.

Facing Sammi’s all-or-nothing sudden attack, Kreti’s angry interruption instead gave him a natural way out.

Although Sammi had no real enmity with him and seemed to have a clean background, making it possible to use her.

But don’t forget, she is a demon that has survived for hundreds of years.

She may be unlucky and timid, but she’s definitely not a clueless softie.

Herbert did not fear the demon Sammi playing tricks, if it came to that, it’s uncertain who would play whom~

Looking at the anxious and disappointed demon, a thought suddenly crossed his mind—perhaps she misunderstood something and didn’t realize her true value.

Instead of being sent out for direct combat, there should be a more important role for Sammi, wasn’t there?

"..."

His gaze lowered slightly, then he quietly nodded.

Right? Yes, right.

Then, Herbert shifted the conversation, changing his tone: "I don’t need you to fight; the enemies you can handle pose no threat to me. It’s more important for you to protect yourself."

"However, if you want my protection, it’s not impossible. It depends on whether you’re willing to show your sincerity... hmm?"

Herbert paused, suddenly something felt off.

Wait, doesn’t this feel a bit strange?

This statement... why does it sound so weird?

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