"Who is he?"

This question echoed in the mist.

But unfortunately, no one could provide an answer.

"Which esteemed one has awakened?"

"Or rather, is it truly an angel from the Divine Kingdom?"

This question was quickly dismissed once posed.

The reason was the centaur Heroic Spirit beneath the angel.

"I don't know who he is, but I know that the proud Sofia is willing to let him ride on her back!"

"He must be an angel of the Divine Kingdom!"

They pondered, trying to find the origin of this figure from their scant memories.

"A blood-winged angel, followed by endless shadows... Was there ever such a being in the Divine Kingdom?"

The Heroic Spirits cautiously observed the figure, carefully hiding their gaze for fear of drawing attention from that presence.

Meanwhile, as the focal point of reverent observation, the "Blood-winged Angel" Herbert felt differently.

"Wow, there really are a lot of them..."

He tightened his expression, scanning the surroundings indifferently, seeing countless eyes hurriedly avoiding his gaze.

They were afraid, trying to conceal themselves, but in Herbert's eyes, nothing could be hidden.

This feeling was truly peculiar.

It was as if he really was an angel patrolling the Divine Kingdom.

Power in hand, life and death at his command.

"This is what power feels like."

["Yes, do you like it?"]Nenasha's voice softly sounded by his ear.

Herbert couldn't see or feel Nenasha's presence, but he had the sensation as if She had draped an arm over his shoulder, embracing his neck.

Herbert nodded slightly, frankly, without trying to hide his thoughts, and sighed:

"I quite like it."

"I have to say, this feeling is truly intoxicating."

Drunk on a beauty's lap, awake with power over the world.

He disdained mortal power, uninterested in struggling for it with the Kingdom's king, unwilling to waste time and energy lingering in such a small place.

But what about surpassing the mortal realm, entering the domain of the gods?

Herbert felt somewhat tempted.

Here, he seemed to represent the will of the Divine Spirit, exalted and commanding.

He could command thousands, enjoy endless honor and glory.

But Herbert was also very clear-headed, not deceived.

He knew clearly that everything before him was not real.

This power did not belong to him.

He was merely pretending, borrowing Nenasha's aura to bluff, always at risk of exposure.

If the truth was exposed, they would instantly be in crisis.

These Heroic Spirits, though not very powerful individually, were formidable in number.

Even escaping would carry great risk.

He could not expose himself easily; he had to be careful and cautious!

With these thoughts, Herbert gently squeezed his legs, transmitting his thoughts to Sofia through their souls.

"Don't rush, go a bit slower."

"Don't keep that face, smile naturally."

Though Sofia appeared serious, her mind was actually blank.

She had forgotten much, not knowing what expression to make, resorting to the safest poker face.

But this display still seemed somewhat lacking to Herbert.

The expression was too stiff!

The movements were unnatural!

The acting was subpar!

"Come, listen to my direction."

"Turn your head slightly to the left, good, stop! Perfect, that's better!"

"Lift the corners of your mouth a little, show a proud look... Hmm? Don't make that face."

Herbert: ?

What's with this centaur lady, why did she suddenly lose her composure?

"Uh!"

As Herbert puzzled, Sofia couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, tightly holding her expression.

"My lord, please, stop talking, I can't hold on..."

She didn't understand.

Why could Herbert remain so calm?

During the soul exchange between them, she constantly felt a special sensation in her heart.

A tingling, itching sensation.

Especially when Herbert spoke, that feeling became clearer, surging tenfold instantly.

If originally it felt like a pair of large hands gently stroking the top of her head, when Herbert spoke, it became as if dozens of hands were...

Raving head pats!

!!!

"My lord... how can he remain so calm?"

Though Sofia had forgotten much, she also understood that this sensation should be mutual for both of them.

But why was she the only one feeling uncomfortable now?

No wonder he's my lord!

But the truth is, Herbert had long been accustomed to this feeling, not even realizing it.

Being constantly pestered in the soul by the Harmonious God, he had long grown used to such sensations.

Like many things, once accustomed, sensitivity fades.

Ha, there's no sensation at all.

"What's wrong with her?"

What kind of reaction is this?

I didn't do anything.

["Perhaps she's just shy?"]

Nenasha laughed silently, not revealing the little secret, instead quietly making a small move.

It's fun, watching the fun, hehe!

"I say, are you okay?"

"Uh!!!"

Herbert: ?

Isn't this centaur acting a bit strange?

This reaction, something feels off.

He blinked, deciding to temporarily stop talking to her for now, to avoid agitating her further.

Forget it, let's stop messing around, don't overdo it.

Herbert decided to temporarily leave Sofia be for a while, allowing her to adjust, knowing that misjudging the measure would ruin the fun.

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