CHAPTER 37: 37 THIS IS MY ATTACK ROUTE! (PLEASE FOLLOW UP!)

"...You said, what?"

The nervous Valentina, speaking rapidly with divine words, paused midway, blinking and staring blankly at the "admirer" so close to her.

Hmm?

Something seems off?

The young man released one hand and scratched his head a bit shyly, clearing his throat: "Ahem! Well, what I mean is, can you let me touch your tail?"

In an instant, all the romance and ambiguity disappeared, and Valentina’s mind became incredibly clear.

Her eyes were sharp as she looked at Herbert, slowly repeating: "...Tail?"

"Yes! The tail! I’ve always been curious about what a giant dragon’s tail looks like!"

Herbert shook her hand excitedly and said, "You must have a half-human, half-dragon form, right? Could you transform?"

Valentina’s expression gradually twisted, but Herbert continued to speak excitedly: "Although it’s a bit offensive, I am really curious!"

Tail...

Tail.

Tail!!?

"..."

Valentina slowly lowered her head, recalling what Herbert said not long ago—a somewhat offensive, overstepping request, something he wanted to do since their first meeting.

"Haha."

Yes, he never said what exactly it was.

I clearly overthought it myself.

Is it all my... fault!!?

Snap.

Accompanied by a soft sound in her mind, the suppressed anger of the "Furious" erupted at this moment.

"Her! Bert!"

Miss Hungry Dragon revealed the true face of the dragon, glaring angrily at the boy who was laughing at her while covering his ears.

"How dare you tease me!!!"

Goodness, you tease me!?

Herbert, who was prepared for the consequences of his mischief, had already retreated before her outburst, but even so, he was a bit disheveled.

The two were too close; the sound waves left him a bit dazed.

This is the price for being cheeky.

But if he had the chance next time, he felt like he would make the same mischief again.

Because being cheeky is truly enjoyable.

Mischief is delightful for a moment, mischief all the time stays delightful!

"Oh dear, if you don’t want me to touch, then don’t let me touch! Why are you so excited?"

Herbert flirtatiously winked at her, asking delightedly: "So, did your heart skip a beat? I think my acting was pretty good."

"...You!!?"

Valentina: !!?

This guy did it on purpose!

"You damn guy! Aren’t you a Paladin!!! Did a dog eat your conscience!?"

Valentina was completely overwhelmed; she shook the bars fiercely, wishing she could tear down the door and bite this guy to death.

She angrily bit the bars, eyes seeming to burn with fire, glaring at Herbert.

Damn it!

You truly deserve it!

Even so, Herbert fearlessly faced her anger and even intensified his actions.

He put one hand on his hip, pointing at the caged, enraged Miss Hungry Dragon, shouting:

"Transform for me!"

"Hand over the tail!"

.

.

Deep Water Prison.

"Sigh, this guy doesn’t understand a man’s heart!"

Herbert, having fled to the second area, rubbed his ears, shaking his head in mild regret: "It’s just a tail! Letting me touch it wouldn’t cost any flesh!"

"Truly stingy!"

After making this shameless statement, the Harmonious God, who had been watching the show for a while, finally spoke: ["Why do you bother to provoke her?"]

Nenasha watched for a long time, momentarily unsure of how to comment.

Previously, Herbert seemed to collect two pieces of Demon Material easily, leading Nenasha to prematurely conclude something.

Nenasha thought that her ally had chosen to become a kept man, exchanging his body for those materials—not admitting it only because of face...

But now it seems she was completely wrong—he truly didn’t do it!

Nenasha didn’t realize Herbert had chosen this kind of approach.

Not the sweet-talking style, nor the highly skilled style... but the provocation style!

What kind of style is this!!?

Even the Evil God was shocked by it!

But to his ally’s distrust, Herbert snorted lightly and answered disdainfully:

"I think you don’t understand at all; how did I provoke her? I call this proactive interaction, got it?"

Hitting is affection, scolding is love.

She was so overwhelmed now; she must love me dearly.

["Aren’t you worried she will hold a grudge later?"]

"Afraid of what?"

Herbert blinked, smiled, showing no sign of panic.

"Didn’t you notice? Though her emotions were intense, Valentina didn’t say a single swear word!"

["Hmm? What does that mean?"]

"It means she’s angry, but not that angry, and still adheres to our agreement."

"Though she seemed violent, it was more shame over anger; it’s just a way of concealing her true feelings."

Herbert remembered the blush on Valentina’s cheeks earlier and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking his head:

"What she needs now isn’t to curse me but time to cool off. Staying in front of her would be looking for trouble."

"So, I chose to leave willingly."

Nenasha was silent, contemplating, suddenly enlightened.

["Oh...I understand now; you said so much just to prove that leaving was the right choice?"]

"Exactly!"

Herbert shrugged and continued walking forward.

"Anyway, I have a way to calm her down, so no need for more intervention."

Hungry dragon.

Either starve for a few days or feed for a few days.

There’s always a time to calm down~

A little hungry dragon, isn’t that easy to handle?

As Herbert swaggered toward the central area of Deep Water Prison, his demeanor suddenly changed.

He heard a soft and indistinct melodious singing.

"La la la~"

Fremay hadn’t noticed anyone else had entered. She sat with her eyes closed on a water bubble, gently swaying her colorful fish tail.

She sang softly in a peculiar language, chanting ancient ballads.

"La la la~"

["Do you need me to translate it for you?"]

"No need."

Herbert shook his head, gazing dreamily at the beautiful silhouette that was like a mythical tale.

"I understand this song."

Fremay was singing the story of the Sea Witch Queen and the human prince.

He listened quietly, reliving that "personally" experienced dream.

After a while, the ballad reached its conclusion, but Fremay didn’t finish the entire song, abruptly stopping when only the last line remained.

"May you..."

Fremay opened her eyes, shook her head in mild regret, whispering to herself: "What a pity..."

Clap clap clap!

!!?

"Bravo! Sang beautifully!"

"Hmm!!?"

Fremay spun around urgently, looking shocked at Herbert who walked in, blurting:

"How are you here!?"