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"Hmm~ Humming~"

"Don't run! Don't be shy! Let me see you!"

Let me see how well you've developed!?

In the dim space, Herbert casually stroked the snake tail, rubbing his cheek against it.

Then, just as he was about to enjoy the slickness of the tail, he touched the hidden runes on the scales again.

Buzz——

Herbert once more found himself flooded with knowledge.

However, compared to the previous time, now that he's advanced to Legendary, his endurance has greatly improved.

He can already withstand this violent baptism of the flood of knowledge.

Herbert held onto the snake tail, silently feeling his mind gradually being filled with knowledge.

In fact, at this moment, Herbert could choose to let go and forcibly break free from this state.

However, the knowledge transferred from the hidden runes was precisely the Legendary knowledge he currently lacked the most.

So, after much hesitation, Herbert had no choice but to give up this rare opportunity to mess with the snake tail and immerse himself wholeheartedly in the ocean of knowledge.

He certainly knew this wasn't a coincidence, and the reason behind it was heartwarming—Ophidia used knowledge as a lever to keep him fixed in place.

"...Alright."

After a moment of stalemate, Herbert reluctantly surrendered, abandoning the idea of polishing the scales of the snake tail a bit more for her.

"This time it's your win, I won't mess around anymore."

Herbert was honest, and on the other side, the atmosphere in the half-plane, although also quiet, was on another extreme.

The two of them stared at each other, the silence deepening as an awkward air floated around.

Rusted Nail Bishop: "..."

Ophidia: "..."

The Rusted Nail Bishop was mired in self-doubt, his face taut as he repeatedly pondered.

Did I come at the wrong time again?

And where's Herbert?

Where on earth did he go?

I clearly saw him come in… This is really strange.

This uptight Paladin was utterly perplexed.

Although he came from a noble family, he became a Paladin early and hadn't gone through a formal noble education, nor mingled in noble circles.

However, although confused, he didn't think anything had happened between Herbert and Ophidia.

Intimacy? Secret meeting?

Impossible!

Most importantly, the Rusted Nail Bishop never even considered the nature of their relationship in that direction.

Forget illicit intimacy, he hadn't even thought they had any special friendship.

He was raised under the watchful eyes of the Ashen Bishop, maintaining a humble respect... and fear for this elder who loved nurturing juniors.

The shadows of his youth prevented him from even raising his head in Ophidia's presence.

Stand strong before her?

What a joke!

Even that mindless fool wouldn't dare do so!

Additionally, the Rusted Nail Bishop also acknowledged Herbert's character.

Especially his Purity Oath, which spoke volumes without need for words.

Herbert is pure.

How could that pure child commit any act of desecration?

Much less with this esteemed elder.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

So now Rusted Nail Bishop is only uneasy because he felt he may have showed up at an inopportune moment.

"..."

As for Ophidia, she was dumbfounded by her own foolish actions.

"Am I stupid?"

She inwardly questioned herself: "Why would I do such a thing?"

In fact, Ophidia herself didn't know why she instinctively let Herbert hide under her skirt…

There were clearly many solutions for the situation just now.

For example, she could have had Herbert stand boldly beside her, to display a clear conscience.

Or rather, there was actually no need to hide at all.

Alternatively, she could have denied Rusted Nail Bishop's request to enter the half-plane, not needing to explain anything.

Letting him wait until Herbert left before letting him in.

Or she could have made Herbert hide elsewhere in the half-plane, after all, this was her domain.

Rusted Nail Bishop dared not probe aimlessly and no one would find out.

But no, she chose the most bizarre solution—shoving Herbert under her skirt to hide.

...Hiss!

After snapping out of it, even Ophidia could barely hold it together.

Don't ask.

Ask, and the answer is that her brain didn't turn in time; it was entirely a reflex reaction.

As for where this reflex came from?

She didn't know either.

Don't ask me!!!

After a silence filled with them looking at each other, it was Ophidia who finally broke the silence: "Malcolm, you came looking for me again, is there something else?"

She avoided the topic of Herbert altogether, choosing instead to take control of the conversation.

Did Ophidia really not know why Rusted Nail Bishop was there?

No, she knew.

When Rusted Nail Bishop entered the half-plane, he mentioned Herbert's name right away, but she pretended not to hear.

If one had enough emotional intelligence, they'd understand her implied meaning—don't mention Herbert.

Unfortunately, the Rusted Nail Bishop wasn't emotionally savvy enough.

"Oh, oh, Your Excellency, it's like this. I came to find Herbert. When I last saw him, he said he needed to report to you." Rusted Nail Bishop explained earnestly.