Chapter 78: Are You a Devil? (Bonus Chapter 33)

Her first formal conversation with the Devil Miss did not go well.

She was uncooperative.

Perhaps she was shy.

“How could I possibly be shy over something like this! Ugh…”

Crete sighed in silence, rubbing her temples with her fingers, a headache forming.

“Oh?”

Herbert asked in surprise: “Can you read minds?”

Wow, is that really that powerful?

“Of course not! But have you looked at your own expression? You’ve already written everything you wanted to say on your face.”

Crete narrowed her eyes, studying the knight before her with uncertainty.

Since she first noticed Herbert, she had been observing him.

Watching every movement, sensing every word he spoke.

Crete believed no mortal could escape her gaze.

But now, she began to doubt herself.

Was this new warden truly a Holy Knight?

From him, beyond his virtuous appearance and that dazzlingly pure blessing, she saw no quality matching it.

Cunning, deceitful, ambitious, confident—even arrogant… He resembled a skilled Devil Qiyuezhe more than a Holy Knight.

He dared to come personally to the Bronze Fortress to meet her, completely ignoring her invisible seduction.

And most importantly, the noble aura on him—even his charred garments could not conceal it.

He is a noble.

Yes.

A young noble, ambitious, dissatisfied with his station, and persecuted!

It’s truly… perfect.

People like Herbert are exactly what Crete loves!

They are the easiest to seduce, the most convenient to guide.

They are already standing at the edge of the abyss; a gentle push from behind will send them plunging straight into the bottomless depths.

No.

Not even a push is needed—just a whisper, a fleeting illusion of hope, and they’ll leap in themselves, eager and desperate.

That’s how it should be.

But this man before her… gave Crete a different feeling.

He seemed full of flaws, yet carried the sense that “if you strike first, you’ll fall into his trap.”

Is he truly as he appears?

“Heh… no, it’s better if he’s different!”

Difference makes it challenging.

Crete lightly licked her red lips, feeling a long-dormant stir of emotion—something she hadn’t felt in ages.

As a skilled hunter, she loved nothing more than a superior prey.

This man before her was a challenging, perfect prey!

Crete could hardly wait to seduce him.

Make him fall!

“…Hmph.”

As Crete observed Herbert, she herself was being observed.

What was that saying again?

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

Herbert studied the Devil Miss, silently analyzing her, and reached a conclusion.

“This one… won’t be easy to convert…”

From Crete, he sensed an extremely terrifying malice.

And more than that deep evil, what left the deeper impression was its purity.

Pure malice.

Not the kind born of persecution and twisted madness—her nature was simply this.

Inherently evil.

She showed no burden or remorse for past sins—only boredom.

And now, that boredom had vanished—she had a new target.

So who, then, was this target?

Hard to guess!

“Caught my attention so quickly? You really want me to fall? Am I really that tempting… Hmph.”

Nervous?

Not at all.

Herbert wasn’t nervous at all—his mind was perfectly calm.

When lice pile up, you stop feeling the itch.

So many people are watching me—what makes you special?

Not to mention that ever-irresponsible Xieshendaren .

Would He tolerate this?

Impossible.

He might lazily watch other events unfold, but when someone tries to steal His property, He absolutely won’t sit still!

You go fight Nie Nasha first.

Go kill Him!

Only the winner between you two has the right to covet me!

Moreover, the very idea of “making Herbert fall” is a false proposition.

He’s already a fallen one, bound by a pact with the Xieshen —how could he fall further?

Could it be “good fall”?

But I’m a Holy Knight who took sacred vows—how could I fall to goodness?

Could it be “evil fall”?

So there’s a bug here~

In this regard, I’m invincible!

The current situation was quite interesting.

Crete felt she held all the cards, that she could easily take Herbert down.

Herbert, too, felt invincible, utterly unafraid.

In that moment, both scheming individuals felt they held the advantage, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously smiled knowingly.

“Heh.”

“Hehe…”

BOOM!!!

A deafening explosion shattered their gaze; fire and tremors shook the entire fortress.

Herbert raised an eyebrow, knowing it was the Demon throwing rocks again, and asked: “What’s she doing now?”

If this were effective, fine—but right now, it’s clearly useless.

If it’s useless, why is she throwing it?

“She’s just gone mad.”

Crete sneered, scoffing: “Demons are trash—they go mad for half the year. Get used to it.”

Demons and Devils have always been at odds, despising each other.

Demons think Devils are hypocritical weaklings; Devils think Demons are brainless idiots.

The two have fought since time immemorial, and still have no resolution.

Herbert firmly suspected that the monastery locking them together was the greatest punishment for both.

“Going mad…?”

Herbert narrowed his eyes, thinking it over—he found the claim doubtful.

Because when he first came here with the Archbishop, the Demon Miss was one of the few prisoners who seemed normal and easy to talk to…

Then suddenly, with no provocation, she just screamed and went mad?

That doesn’t make sense.

This is a sealed room—so the only possible suspect is one person.

“Did you provoke her?”

“Me?”

Crete blinked, snorted, and waved it off: “Sort of. She was bored and throwing things at me, so I just kept chanting scriptures in her ear.”

"Reciting scriptures?"

"Here, look—this is the scripture I swindled from a legendary Wu Seng back then. Something about delivering souls, I think."

After taking the scripture and flipping through it, confirming it was genuine, he blinked and couldn’t help exclaiming: "Wow, are you a devil?"

Doesn’t it bother you to read it yourself?

Hurting others without benefiting yourself...

You’re injuring a thousand to lose eight hundred, aren’t you?

"Of course I am!"

Krete sniffed proudly, then returned to the subject: "Alright, let’s forget about her. Herbert, I have a question for you."

"Hmm?"

The devil’s violet eyes fixed on the boy, her crimson lips parting as she asked softly:

"You..."

"Desire power?"

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