Chapter 131: I Will Forget You, and You Will Be Unable to Forget Me (45 Bonus Update)

Herbert brings the Hungry Dragon to mooch food and drinks; Herbert is good.

After eating, the Hungry Dragon wipes its mouth on Herbert; the Hungry Dragon is bad.

"Hmph."

Valentina, having been tapped on the head, huffed and finally let go of Herbert, then wiped her clean hands over her already-dried mouth.

Good, clean now.

But she didn't just want to use Herbert to wipe her mouth—she was genuinely annoyed.

She had been watching Herbert dance with that woman indifferently, seeing nothing wrong with it.

But they danced too long, and got too close!

Valentina, watching the scene, felt as if something of hers had been taken and dirtied.

At that moment, even the food in her hand tasted bland; though she ate every bite, she swallowed it like chewing wax.

Annoyed.

Very annoyed.

Valentina didn't understand what this feeling was, but instinctively knew what she must do.

She wrapped her arms around Herbert's waist from behind, leaned her head out from the side, and glared threateningly at Philia.

Ha!!!

This scene was incredibly awkward.

A nun—at least, a woman who looked like a nun—had embraced a man and was issuing a challenge to another woman.

The points of outrage piled up so fast that everyone fell momentarily speechless.

What… what is going on here?

Valentina remembered Herbert's repeated warnings and didn't unleash her dragon aura in the hall, yet even so, her wrath carried enough intimidation to freeze ordinary mortals.

But the reality was otherwise—the woman's reaction was far calmer than Valentina had expected.

"..."

The woman who gave him the impression of an ice block narrowed her eyes at him once, then chose to ignore him, turning her gaze to Herbert and speaking coldly:

"She's the reason you thought I'd help you? You think I'd be jealous? And then willingly assist you in your insane plan?"

"Don't you underestimate me a little too much?"

"Oh? Oh!"

Herbert blinked, chuckled, and gently stroked Valentina's head, smiling: "Hahaha, you've misunderstood—I never thought of using her to provoke you."

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with tenderness, and whispered:

"Valentina is just Valentina. I don't need her to compare with anyone, nor to provoke anyone."

Valentina had been annoyed, but as his hand touched her head, her defiance instantly melted; she let out two weak huffs.

"Hmph… hmph..."

Herbert said no sweet words, and Valentina offered no reply—but the mere gesture made every outsider witnessing it feel the depth of their bond.

This...

What is this!?

The nobles, who thought they'd already seen all the big news today, widened their eyes again, shifting their gazes back and forth between Herbert, Valentina, and Philia.

This!

Could it be that...!?

Between these three...

Philia didn't know what the outsiders were guessing, but at this moment, she clearly felt annoyed.

Intensely annoyed.

When Valentina challenged her, Philia could ignore it.

Because she didn't care about the hostility of a stranger.

But when Herbert showed Philia just how intimate he was with Valentina, she couldn't pretend she saw nothing.

Because she felt provoked, as if something had been taken from her—a strange sensation.

Even though she herself had willingly abandoned that thing, it still felt deeply unpleasant.

Philia now withdrew her smile and spoke coldly: "Can I take this as a provocation?"

Herbert blinked, spread his hands, and sighed:

"I didn't mean it that way—but if you insist on thinking so... then I can't stop you."

Secret Manual: Low Blood Pressure Treatment Dialogue!

Effect: Outstanding!

Indeed, upon hearing this, even the cold Philia felt a suffocating sensation, experiencing genuine anger.

Philia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, her temples throbbing, fists clenched tightly; after a long while, she finally loosened them.

But just as Herbert thought she would fully lose control, a peculiar magical fluctuation rose from her body.

"Ha..."

Then, after just a few breaths, when Philia opened her eyes again, all emotional fluctuations had vanished.

She looked at Herbert and Valentina with cold eyes and spoke calmly: "Leave. I'll pretend I never saw you today."

"After this, I will erase you completely from my memory."

At this moment, Herbert felt something strange.

He was looking at a familiar face, yet felt as if he were interacting with someone else—sensing her utterly icy mind.

Dissociative identity?

Or some kind of forcibly-calm mechanized mental faculty?

Herbert had his suspicions, but he didn't pursue them at the moment; instead, he smiled at Feiliya.

"No."

He shook his head and said:

"Feiliya, you're wrong."

"It is I who will forget you."

Herbert gazed at Feiliya's icy eyes, his smile dazzlingly sunny:

"And you…"

"Will never be able to forget me!"

Feiliya neither agreed nor disagreed, offering no other response.

"As for why you will definitely help me, I think you'll know very soon."

Herbert patted Valentina, signaling her to release him, then said somewhat sheepishly to Feiliya:

"Oh right, I should apologize to you first—your ball is probably going to be ruined by me."

Feiliya: ……What?

Having said that, he gave Feiliya no chance to react, turned his head toward a young nobleman who had been glaring at him the whole time, and asked with a smile: "You, you were peeping just now, weren't you?"

"What are you saying, you…"

The young nobleman was stunned, just about to speak, when a flash of Bai Guang suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Thud.

Herbert held his fingers together like a blade, his palm coated with radiant holy power, and lightly swept it across the nobleman's neck.

The hand-blade swept through, and the head tumbled down.

Scarlet fresh blood gushed from the neck, shooting into the air like a fountain, then raining down across the sky, shattering the ball's luxurious beauty in the most blood-soaked fashion in an instant.

Herbert neither dodged nor flinched, bathing in the falling blood as he looked at his own palm, confirmed that the holy power upon it had not been diminished in the slightest, and nodded.

"No punishment received… you truly are evil."

Detect Evil?

No need for such trouble.

If the other party is already evil to begin with, why would one need to prove it in advance?

Things happened too fast; no one had time to react.

It was not until a noble lady touched the liquid that had landed on her face, saw her hand covered in scarlet, and let out a hysterical, shrill wail that this calm was utterly shattered.

"AHHH!!!"

Herbert watched the crowd instantly thrown into chaos, and turned to several other targets he had long had his eye on, smiling:

"And you, you, you…"

"You all were peeping just now, weren't you?"

Thud.

"No, don't…"

Thud!

"Don't come any clos—"

Thud, thud, thud!

(End of this chapter)