CHAPTER 372: 259 WHAT DID HE DO? WHAT DID I DO? (6K)_3

However, when faced with this rather alluring temptation, Eliza’s reaction was quite indifferent.

She wasn’t at all excited as Svannie had imagined. She just nodded rather coolly and said dismissively, "Oh, let’s talk about this later."

Svannie: Hmm?

Previously, she seemed to be so bloodthirsty, wailing every day for blood... Why has she suddenly changed now?

A disguise?

Or is she really not interested?

Eliza’s indifferent reaction left Svannie somewhat guessing, unable to grasp her thoughts.

And in fact, although Eliza’s change seemed a bit abrupt at the moment, she really wasn’t deliberately pretending.

This wasn’t a case of trying to save face dishonestly.

She truly wasn’t hungry.

Eliza even felt a bit full right now.

After seeing Svannie’s burst of flesh and the smell of blood, it didn’t trigger the instinctual urge to drink blood, she even felt a bit of disgust.

Ugh!

Dark Elf’s blood, not tasty.

She was no longer the Eliza who was so starved she sucked several Dark Elves dry!

Her taste had improved.

After getting used to drinking Herbert’s top-quality blood, Eliza now had no regard for the blood of any other creatures.

It was like having grown accustomed to gourmet delicacies, she could no longer stand junk food.

After escaping the torment of hunger for so long, she now felt a sense of peace.

As of now, in this world, aside from Herbert’s blood, nothing else could excite her.

"I’ll come visit you when I’m in the mood later."

Eliza waved her hand, raising an eyebrow to ask about something else: "Before that, explain something to me."

"Since you said you saw the whole process, what exactly did Herbert do to me in the end? Why do I feel so full? What exactly did he feed me?"

Eliza touched her little tummy, becoming more curious about what she had ultimately consumed.

Herbert’s blood?

But it didn’t feel like she had consumed a lot... Was it his essence blood?

"Do you really want to know?"

At this moment, the figurine on her knee suddenly looked at Eliza with meaningful eyes, causing her some unease.

Eliza shrank back a bit, nervously asking, "What is it? Is there a problem?"

Svannie shook her head, whispering, "If I must say, there’s really no problem."

"It’s just that, actually, the situation wasn’t about what he did to you, but rather, what ’you’ did to him."

"Miss Eliza, let me confirm with you one last time."

The Dark Elf looked up, asking hauntingly, "Do you... really want to know the truth?"

Eliza: ???

Don’t scare me!

What exactly did I do to him!!?

...

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Prison of Darkness, in another treehouse.

"Lord Herbert."

Svannie bowed slightly to the young man lounging lazily on the vine sofa, whispering, "I’ve delivered your message to Miss Eliza as instructed."

"Although I didn’t convey the specifics, she seemed to have already thought of many things herself and didn’t continue to ask further."

"Now, Miss Eliza is blushing and hugging her knees in a corner of the coffin, probably needing some time to digest everything."

The Dark Elf hesitated visibly, then curiously asked, "I’m a bit curious, why would you make her have such a misunderstanding when you clearly did nothing?"

Then, as if fearing Herbert would misunderstand, she added:

"I mean, why didn’t you just go ahead and do it? Are you worried about being seen by me?"

Indeed, Svannie’s focus wasn’t on why Herbert made Eliza misunderstand, but rather—why didn’t he really do it?

You’ve already done so much, what’s stopping you from doing just a little more?

Is it because you’re worried about being watched by me?

Svannie thought Herbert shouldn’t be a man who minds such trifles.

If he really cared, then why did he behave as he did before?

"Why really do it?"

Herbert lay languidly in a "Ge You" pose, pulling at a leaf, and said without lifting an eyelid: "Some things shouldn’t be rushed; moderation is best."

"At that time, whatever I did, she wouldn’t remember it, so what’s the point?"

"If I were to do something to her, it must be something she remembers."

The young man gently touched his lips that had been forcibly kissed, shaking his head with a smile: "Even though being unconscious is a kind of play too, personally, I don’t quite like it."

"If I can’t engrave those feelings into her soul at that time, then won’t I be missing out on a lot of fun?"

What I want is her coy resistance, I want to see her blushing cheeks, I want to see those dodging but secretly peeking glances.

If those aren’t there, isn’t that quite boring?

Boring indeed.

That would be too boring!

"... I sort of get it."

Svannie nodded vaguely, then bowed slightly to Herbert, lowering her eyes with a humble demeanor.

"May I ask, do you have any other instructions?"

"Hmm? Instructions?"

Hearing this, Herbert, lying on the sofa pulling at a leaf, raised an eyebrow and finally looked up, smiling at her: "Svannie, you’re quite humble now, aren’t you?"

He assessed her humble appearance, his mouth curling up with amusement: "It’s only been a few days, and you’ve come around?"

He still remembered Svannie’s previous attitude toward him.

Seemingly respectful and polite, but in fact, not really taking him seriously, planning to scheme against him secretly.