"Hmm!!?"
"Cough cough cough—no!"
After taking a deeply satisfying breath, the Ashen Bishop suddenly widened her eyes, realizing what she was doing.
What am I doing?!
What exactly am I doing!!!
She quickly removed the blood-stained handkerchief from her nose, staring wide-eyed at the smear of blood—seeming to see Herbert's smug smile in it.
And faintly, she could hear his teasing chuckle—"If you really like it, you can just tell me~ You don't have to secretly hide my blood~"
The Ashen Bishop's expression twisted slightly, infuriated by her own thoughts. She shouted in rage, "Nonsense! I never intended to do that!"
Tsk!
As if to prove something, she angrily threw the handkerchief onto the ground.
Whoosh—smack.
But just doing that didn't quell her anger; she even used her serpentine tail to whip it fiercely, as if she were taking Herbert as her target.
Whoosh—smack!
Smack smack smack!
