Chapter 104: I'm Evenly Matched With Her (13)

"So, what's going on here?"

The Lava Hell.

Herbert, who had just teleported into this region, blinked as he surveyed the situation in the arena, his brow lifting slightly, his expression indescribably subtle.

"Hiss… Mourning Dark Veil?"

It really wasn't that he lacked composure; the scene before him was simply too unexpected.

It even looked a little oddly humorous.

In Herbert's bewildered gaze, the demon Young Lady, who had previously been putting on an unfathomably profound air in front of him, was currently in a sorry state, hung upside down from the wall of the bronze fortress…

Yes, hung upside down.

When capitalists get strung up on telephone poles, they don't have it this bad — those guys just get their necks tied and made into sunny-day dolls, but Kreti got her ankles tied and made into a hanging man.

A demon turned into the likeness of a self-sacrificing victim — truly couldn't help but laugh.

Herbert had ultimately been deceived by the demon, having gullibly believed Kreti's words about that so-called "Flora? Heh, I'm evenly matched with her!"

Kreti simply wasn't a match for Flora in her lucid state — she'd been toyed with like a hot weapon—

The demon Young Lady's body was bound in a complex knot resembling a turtle-shell bondage, which cinched in and accentuated every curve of her voluptuous demon figure.

Kreti's already rather revealing gorgeous gown had also been burned to tatters, barely covering anything, exposing quite a lot of Bai Xi skin.

Without exaggeration, if that rope tightened any further, it would truly become an age-restricted scene.

And compared to the visuals, what was even more age-restricted was the passionate cursing echoing through the skies above the Lava Hell.

"You bitch! Damn you, demon! I advise you to let me go right now! Otherwise I absolutely will not let you off!"

"You damn demon! I will definitely chop off your head and hang it on the highest peak of Hell! Throw it into the deepest blood pool!"

"I'm going to hollow out your chest and stuff it full of those filthy angel bones!"

After cursing for a while, Kreti apparently felt it wasn't satisfying enough, so she switched to another language Herbert couldn't understand and kept up the output.

"***! ***! *******! (Common Abyssal Tongue)"

【"Need me to translate for you?"】

A certain meme-god popped up considerately at this moment, eagerly wanting to take on the simultaneous interpretation work, but was politely declined by Herbert.

"No, that's not necessary. Just looking at her expression, it's surely nothing pleasant."

【"That is true, even I felt it was a bit excessive after hearing it."】

Nie Nasha deeply agreed, then sighed with feeling: 【"But she does have quite a way with words — to be able to curse in such a neatly structured thirteen-line long poem."】

【"Your Commandment Institute really is something else! Every prisoner has their own unique skill, none of them are pushovers."】

"Of course, everyone here is talented, speaks nicely, and is good-looking."

The hung-up Young Lady, along with the most depraved, most blasphemous, most hellish curses from her mouth, swung left and right, and after cursing for a while she uncontrollably spun around in a circle.

Then, her gaze met Herbert's, who was standing aside watching the show.

"***! **! Hm?"

"Hey hey hey!"

"You!"

Upon seeing Herbert, Kreti's eyes suddenly lit up, she shook about excitedly, and shouted loudly: "You're finally back! That bitch of hers just won't listen to me…"

Creak.

The rope binding her suddenly tightened, digging into a certain delicate area; Kreti, suddenly struck by this calamity, gave a jolt, letting out a short cry that sounded somewhat wanton.

"Ah~ You!!?"

Then she quickly caught herself, her expression drastically changing, and she gritted her teeth and continued her furious cursing.

"****!"

After cursing a few more times, she seemed to remember something, glared at Herbert who was watching the show, and gritted her teeth: "Hey! What are you waiting for over there?! Had enough of looking?"

Herbert nodded as he looked at Kreti's annoyed expression, then raised his head to look at her body, especially taking a deliberate look at the strange markings drawn on her lower abdomen.

Those weren't brands or engravings, but rather a heart-shaped, bewitching pattern outlined in black pigment — a very classic style of succubus lewd mark.

Not much harm done, but the insult was extreme.

Herbert studied it for a while, silently nodded, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration and clap.

*Clap clap clap. *

See, this is what you call professional!

Look at these lines, look at this pattern — it perfectly follows the curves of the body, absolutely not something those wash-off little stickers could compare to.

Herbert let out a long sigh, shook his head and lamented: "Miss Kreti, I didn't expect you… actually have this sort of interest."

Hung-up lady:?

"What interest are you talking about? I… no!? Whose side are you on exactly!!?"

Seeing Herbert's playful smile, Kreti felt her whole self turn sour, growing even more furious: "Get to it already!"

"Why are you just standing there watching!!?"

The demon Young Lady's shouts were piercing, but Herbert paid them no heed; instead, he turned his head toward the pink-haired figure who had most of her body soaking in the lava pool, nodded at her, and smiled:

"Miss Flora, we finally meet again."

The petite succubus showed no trace of the madness from her earlier lava-giant state; she frowned at Herbert and said uncertainly: "…I remember you, your name is Herbert?"

"That's right. Since you still remember me, that makes things much easier."

Herbert walked barefoot across the extremely hot semi-liquid lava, his steps easy and unhurried as he headed toward Flora.

The flames nourished his soul, strengthened his body, and pushed his physical form toward a higher level.

It had been just over a week since obtaining the "Saintess's Blessing" at the Sealed Sanctuary, and he had also been soaking in hot baths here for over a week.

Fortunately, the flames only needed to scorch one spot on the flesh to enhance the whole body, saving him the trouble of secretly crafting a flame chalice — the kind that could perform aptitude selection.

Herbert's body had already undergone a significant improvement, smoothly reaching the mid-level stage two days ago.

He himself greatly enjoyed this process, but such a dangerous act, when it fell into the eyes of those who didn't know the situation, was an entirely different scene.

Pure self-abuse.

Flora, who was unclear about the situation, narrowed her eyes slightly, looking with surprise at this young Holy Knight she had only met once, carefully observing his expression, and after confirming he truly wasn't forcing himself, couldn't help but feel astonished.

"Huh?"

Could he be carrying a legendary magical artifact that protects against fire on his body?

Herbert stopped two meters away from Flora, smiled, and asked: "Is it convenient to chat with me now?"

"Are you going to plead for her?"

"Of course not."

Herbert chuckled and shook his head, asking: "But I'm a bit curious, what exactly did she do to you? To make you so angry?"

She got strung up and beaten by the other party.

"Her? Heh, that depends on which one you're asking about?"

Flora smiled contemptuously, not looking up to Kreti at all, and said casually: "But it doesn't matter anyway, in any case, every single thing this Bai Chi does is all stupid things."

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(End of this chapter)