Although Flora's knowledge told her that taking further actions would definitely achieve better results, she still forcibly restrained this idea.
For so many years, she has been trying hard to resist this instinct of the Fallen—until now, it is still the case.
After rubbing for a while, Herbert suddenly thought of something, and his hand stopped.
"Wait, Flora, didn't you tell Valentina that this lava can actually be considered your bath water?"
You know, Flora has been soaking her body in this lava for years, absorbing energy from various Magma Pools to maintain herself...
Calling it bath water is not an exaggerated statement at all.
"..."
Flora slowly opened her eyes and didn't answer directly at first. Instead, she raised her hand to move her palm over Herbert's hand.
"Hmm."
She gestured for him to continue, not to stop.
She pouted and glared at Herbert.
Your apology lacks sincerity, huh?
How can you stop halfway through?
