CHAPTER 365: 256 WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU DO!!? (4K)_2

They’re here.

"You must be curious about the markings on your legs, aren’t you?"

"You guessed right, they’re words."

Herbert crouched beside the coffin, hands on its edge, smilingly studying Eliza’s subtle reaction, and added thoughtfully:

"And they are counting words; you can simply understand that with each stroke written, there’s an added count."

Eliza: Counting words?

"You, you..."

Eliza’s eyes widened in shock at Herbert, seeing him nod seriously.

???

She clamped her mouth shut, biting her teeth even harder, almost enough to crack them.

You—you, you not only did it but recorded each time?

Every time, a stroke?

Though Eliza couldn’t precisely count how many strokes the "正" character added up to, it was definitely more than thirty...

How long have I been unconscious!!?

How long have you been at it?

And that wasn’t even the worst.

What truly drove Eliza to the brink was her overly vivid imagination she couldn’t control.

Yes, that’s the curse of a good imagination.

Images she couldn’t describe started flooding Eliza’s mind uncontrollably.

No need for Herbert to explain; her mind automatically filled in various details, vividly painting a miserable picture of herself being toyed with during unconsciousness.

Unconsciously, her legs pressed tighter together.

"Are you imagining things?"

Herbert’s curious inquiry jolted Eliza to reality, her body shuddered fiercely.

!!!

"I—I am not!"

Eliza protested weakly, angrily glancing at Herbert, biting her lip fiercely.

"You..."

Eliza racked her brain but couldn’t find a suitable word for such a beast like Herbert, eventually squeezing out a weak insult.

"You—you damned beast!"

As a princess of the defeated country confined to her chambers, becoming a vampire before maturity at "Father’s" hands.

This background left her no chance to acquire particularly vulgar vocabulary, making her insult of others nearly touching.

If anything, she heard more of people’s wails and pleas before dying, actual insults were pitifully rare.

Not everyone had the courage to forsake pleas in one’s final moments to insult, most people couldn’t face death calmly, and pleaded to the last second.

As Herbert listened to Eliza’s insult not much stronger than a pout, his expression broke, unable to help but laugh.

"Pff, hahaha!"

Amused endlessly, he slapped the coffin’s edge, struggled a bit to straighten up again.

Eliza, puzzled by his reaction, frowned and asked, "...Why are you laughing? Was there something funny in what I said?"

Herbert waved his hand, laughed some more until he nearly coughed, finally gave himself a light slap to regain composure.

He calmed down, looked at the bewildered vampire lady curled in the coffin’s corner, and almost cracked up again.

"Cough, cough! Ahem."

Clearing his throat, he met Eliza’s eyes and said seriously: "No, you misunderstood, your words aren’t funny, but you are amusing."

Eliza: ?

You’re done insulting my body, now my character too?

"What are you saying!!?"

Eliza was already angered, but Herbert relentlessly laughed and said:

"Of course I’m laughing at you, why are you so naive? So... cute?"

Hmm?

Cute?

The angry vampire faltered, blinked in confusion.

He said I’m cute?

Taking advantage of her daze, Herbert continued: "You’re adorably silly, I was just joking earlier! Did you actually believe it?"

"No way, right? No way, right?"

The young man winked mischievously at the vampire lady, teased:

"Miss, I get you’ve been lonely for a while and you’re at that age, I understand, but please don’t confuse imagination with reality."

"I may not know what scenarios you imagined, but those might just be your own... fantasies~"

"Perhaps you envisioned that I’ve done unspeakable things to you, but in reality, I’m still pure, as are you."

No more explanation needed, the holy mark on his hand briefly glowed, fully proving Herbert’s "pure and unblemished" state.

Eliza was utterly stunned.

"You... me? Huh?"

Only then, utterly flustered, did Eliza realize the crucial problem.

She checked herself thoroughly, repeatedly inside and out, and found no changes in her body.

Aside from the words on her legs, nothing else was added, not even a breath.

It’s truly nothing.

"Ah, this..."

Eliza’s eyes rounded, her bare foot tightly clutched at the coffin.

Isn’t this awkward!

What was I worrying about before?

And also!

Doesn’t that mean all my previous enduring humiliation was entirely exposed to him!!?

In his eyes, do I appear like a "court jester" performing?

"Looks like you finally notice the issue."

Herbert nodded, agreed with her thought, and even gave a thumbs-up.

"Right, I knew you were acting... so I said you’re adorably silly."

Nice.

I like kids like you who are a little dim, easy to fool and tease.

After mocking, Herbert "kindly" reminded: "Also, when feigning submission, remember to tone down your killing intent a bit."

He looked at the vampire whose gaze instantly cooled, shrugging lightly.

"Though it seems you don’t intend to kill me, just want to beat me up for relief, but let’s skip that."

During Eliza’s humiliating call of "Master", Herbert found it completely unpleasant.

Because he sensed intense killing intent!

Though not enough to kill him, it would definitely leave him half-dead... how scary.

Which maid would want to brutally beat up her master like that?

Perhaps such maids are popular in certain circles, but sorry, I’m not their audience.

"You’re a masochist, I’m not."

The young man chuckled playfully, spread his hands: "If I had to choose, I’d definitely be the one inflicting pain."

Buddy, want to play some SM together? I’ll pretend to be S and whip you to death.JPG

"I—I didn’t!"

Eliza recalled her actions earlier, felt increasingly ashamed, desperately covered her face.

The little thoughts she assumed she’d concealed were all exposed to the other’s eyes.

I don’t want that thing aaahhh—

Wait!

As Eliza was dying of embarrassment, a sudden thought flashed in her mind, revealing a vital point.

"No! Then what did you mean by asking me to accept my fate earlier?"

She recalled her conversation with Herbert, realizing he deliberately steered the topic in that direction!

Yes!

It wasn’t my self-consciousness, it was you misleading me!

Thinking she’d found a loophole in the conversation to turn things around, she saw that guy’s quizzical blinking.

"Eh?"

Activating the holy mark effect, emitting pure light all over, the white-haired boy cocked his head, innocently replied:

"What are you asking? Of course, it’s about the ’sins’ you committed back then."

"You’re the prisoner, I’m the prison warden. I want you to confess, accept rehabilitation... is there a problem with that?"

Like an eager child, sincerely questioned Eliza.

Eliza: "..."