Chapter 269 As I Wish (4K Plus 82 83)

Luciel was silent.

She seemed to think for a moment, but still shook her head, her mask dissipated, revealing a somewhat complicated expression.

Um?

Herbert keenly detected some special meaning from that sight.

What do you mean by that look in your eyes?

Doubt, pity, hesitation... look down on me, right? ?

Just now you were holding me in your arms and asking me for guidance!

You are a cold woman, unplug the ruthlessness, right?

"……Feel sorry."

She stared at Herbert carefully for a long time, and finally shook her head slightly and apologized:

"Regarding this matter, I think that with your current strength... it's best not to know about her for the time being."

"Her current condition is not stable, and it is still too dangerous for you now."

she?

Herbert caught the key words, narrowed his eyes slightly, a light flashed in his eyes, and analyzed quickly in his mind.

Soon, he came to a conclusion that surprised him.

By "she", are you talking about the monster girl on the sixth floor?

There is no one else in the Third Discipline House, only the prisoners held here.

That means someone is trying to jailbreak?

"You mean she's trying to cross zones?"

Is there a monster girl trying to escape from prison?

Herbert:?

Valentina and Freme's cross-district intrusion shocked Herbert, and he thought it was just a special case of them.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

Prisoners on the sixth floor can actually cross areas!

This conclusion broke his previous inherent understanding of the rules here.

He had always thought that there were strict boundaries between various areas, and that prisoners at different levels were restricted to their respective areas and could not travel at will.

But now it seems that this may not be the case.

Do the Monster Girl prisoners have the ability to cross floors?

what does that mean?

Are there other hidden rules or secret passages that allow these prisoners to break through the sealing formation?

This discovery made Herbert hesitate and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Maybe it's not as safe here as you think?

His eyes glanced back and forth around him, always feeling that this seemingly peaceful space was filled with an unspeakable dangerous atmosphere.

Herbert knew that this was probably a psychological effect and subconsciously thought of the worst, but he still hesitated.

Just as Herbert was thinking in his mind, Lucille's cold voice broke the slightly depressing silence.

"Please don't worry. As far as I know, she is the only one with such ability."

Although her voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable power, as if giving Herbert a reassurance.

Um?

Herbert raised his head slightly and saw the fallen angel looking down at him.

"I can stop her and not let her leave her cage."

When making promises to mortals, she seemed to exude an invisible majesty, like a loyal guard who adhered to her duties. She could vaguely see the heroic figure in the dream before she fell.

When Herbert heard this, his heart moved. He frowned slightly and looked directly at Luciel, with a searching tone in his tone:

"Why are you doing this? Is it a task given to you by the Archbishop?"

He had previously suspected that Luciel's placement in the Aurora Sanctuary had a special meaning.

There are two reasons.

First, her position is quite special.

Aurora Sanctuary is located on the fifth floor, which is both the median and the special interval between the threshold of legend and epic.

From her, the legend is the limit, from her, the epic is not the end.

As an epic strongman who fell from the saint's self-destruction, Luciel has enough qualifications to act as a blocker when necessary.

He has the qualifications and the strength.

The second is Luciel's control over Aurora Sanctuary.

The great mage Sifani has been pondering for hundreds of years, but has only slightly interfered with half of the authority of the sealing formation.

And what about Luciel?

She has full authority.

It can be said that this place is more like a private space that belongs to her than a cage where she is imprisoned.

This unabashed specialness is really curious.

After hearing this question, Luciel nodded gently, then slowly shook his head and explained:

"Your Excellency did ask me to stop other prisoners trying to cross the border, but it was not a mandatory order. I can do it according to my mood."

And this sentence revealed another message. The archbishop gave Lucier considerable freedom.

You can do it if you want to do it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to do it, just feel free to do it.

"Can you stop her?"

Luciel nodded, his expression was quite calm and matter-of-fact, and he said calmly: "Yes, if you need it."

She paused for emphasis on "you".

Not taking orders from the Archbishop.

But to fulfill Herbert's request.

If you wish.

Herbert heard the meaning of Lucier's words, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showed a slightly teasing smile, and asked curiously:

"Are you trying to please me?"

It's really strange, why did Miss Fallen Angel suddenly act so attentive?

Luciel smiled lightly, shook his head gently, and his long black hair swayed slightly.

She knelt on one knee in front of Herbert and whispered, "Just consider it as an apology and a reward for your guidance."

Lucier was very grateful to Herbert.

She dragged Herbert into the illusion, trying to make him find his own way, but she was the one who got lost.

If it weren't for Herbert's "help" to point out her state, Lucier knew that she might still wander in this endless darkness and confusion for a long time.

Once, in the distant past, on the day of her fall, she made a solemn vow-"I will let the scorching sun fall."

This can't even be called a vow, it's just an extremely absurd wish.

It's just a daydream.

The creature created by the gods actually craves the death of the creator?

How ridiculous.

But at that time, Lucier resolutely made this vow.

Even if there is no hope, even if it can't be done, she still has to work hard for this goal.

At that time, she was full of enthusiasm and faith, and she firmly believed that she could achieve that goal.

However, as time went by, she gradually lost herself in the pursuit of her oath.

Those once extremely clear goals became blurred in the day-to-day pursuit of her former companions.

There was only killing in her heart.

Kill all the pursuers, kill all the followers of the Sun!

Day after day, year after year.

It was a vague memory stained with blood.

It was not until she came to the Misty Monastery at the invitation of the lord that she got a respite, and it took a hundred years to slowly recover from the crazy state of killing.

But after recovery, she also forgot a lot.

She remembered the resistance to the Sun, but forgot to think about why she hated it.

It was not until Herbert reminded her that she finally remembered what she should do.

Think.

It is not an empty fantasy, but really looking for a truly feasible way to make the Sun right.

"In return for all this, as long as Sir Herbert has expectations, I will do as you wish."

As long as you need, then I will definitely not let you down.

Lucier's words were not a lie, they were all sincere.

However, the reaction of the boy in front of her was different from what she thought.

"Oh?"

After listening to her reason, Herbert was slightly stunned, and then he said "Oh" softly, with a long voice, as if he was digesting everything Lucier said.

Then, the boy nodded slowly, his movements were neither fast nor slow, as if every nod was thinking and weighing this reason, and he murmured:

"Is that so."

His eyes fell on Lucier, his deep eyes were full of calmness, and there was a little playfulness in them, making it difficult to understand his true thoughts.

He quietly looked at the fallen angel who showed a humble attitude in front of him, and a different emotion rose in his heart.

Lucier has a mysterious and arrogant temperament, and is also mixed with a sad beauty of struggling in depravity.

At this moment, her humble and submissive attitude makes the complex beauty more prominent.

But what really made Herbert's eyes playful was not this amazing charm.

Herbert raised his hand, his movements were gentle and slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in front of him, and slowly fell on the dark wings of the fallen angel.

His fingers gently stroked the soft and delicate feathers, feeling the unique touch from his fingertips, as if he was exploring a rare treasure.

This gentle action made Lucille feel unnatural, but she did not escape, but just shook her wings uncomfortably.

After playing with it for a while, Herbert laughed softly, and the laughter was gentle and casual, saying: "Compared to reasons such as apology and thanks, I would rather have other reasons."

"Not for me, but for yourself."

"Think about it again?"

For myself?

Lucille's head was originally lowered, but after hearing this, he raised it in confusion, and his clear eyes were full of confusion, looking straight at Herbert.

I have no hatred with other prisoners, why should I stop them?

She tried to find the answer from Herbert's expression, but found that he was just smiling, and that smile was like the warm spring sun, warm and mysterious.

After staring at Herbert for a few seconds, Lu Xier suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, like a flash of lightning across the dark night sky.

! ! !

Lu Xier suddenly understood the deep meaning of Herbert's words.

She stood up gently, with an elegant and upright posture, and walked to Herbert with light steps.

She leaned down slightly, gently wrapped her arms around Herbert, and carefully held Herbert in her arms.

Lu Xier lowered his head, put his lips close to Herbert's ear, and whispered in a voice as soft as the breeze blowing through the leaves:

"You are right, it shouldn't be for this reason."

"I will do that because I want to do it, I want to help you."

At this moment, the air in the sanctuary seemed to solidify, and all the fallen hymns stopped abruptly, as if time also stopped at this moment.

There was a genuine emotion in her words, a desire that came from deep within her heart.

Lucier finally noticed it.

Thought, will, self-thought.

Nothing else.

Not apology or gratitude.

Just her own will.

She wanted to stand by Herbert's side and give him support and help.

So she did it.

It was that simple.

"Haha, you really thought it through."

Herbert felt the warmth in Lucille's arms and heard her whispering in his ear, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This child, he really got it at once.

This fallen angel, who had always been mysterious, showed such a frank and sincere side, which really surprised him, and he also felt a sense of accomplishment inexplicably.

A young man can be taught.

It doesn't take much effort to teach him, which is much stronger than a certain dragon... cough.

After a while, Herbert slowly opened his eyes, gently patted Lucille's back, and signaled her to let go.

Lucille slowly let go of Herbert, and the two smiled at each other, and the distance between them seemed to be shortened a lot at this moment.

Herbert could feel that he had taken another big step towards breaking through the wall of Lucille's heart.

He took advantage of the good atmosphere and asked, "By the way, Lucier, can I ask you for a favor?"

...

...

Lava Hell.

Miss Devil half-collapsed on her throne, looking at the dome in boredom.

"So~boring~ah——"

Since she could no longer be bored and harass Flora and mess her up, Kreti has lost a lot of fun.

In the past, although she would be beaten up after harassing her, it seemed that it was not worth the loss, but it was still one of the few ways to kill time in prisoner life.

When that guy was here before, although he was annoying, he was really talkative.

He could talk about some knowledge that ordinary mortals, even nobles, were not very good at.

And Kreti was tired of the noble souls that Herbert brought last time.

"I have watched the soul memories of those guys over and over again for more than a dozen times. I really don't want to see how they messed around at the ball again..."

Degenerate, bloody, crazy... Those guys are of good quality and suit her taste.

But, no matter how interesting something is, you will lose interest if you read it too much.

"The information Herbert asked me to search for is not valuable. There is only a slave trade route related to the dark area that can be of some use."

Kreti muttered, thinking about how to bargain with Herbert.

"Tsk, that guy should come back quickly. I'm really bored! Tsk, do you want to test that damn demon?"

I'll just test it. She shouldn't turn her face directly, right?

Just when Kreti yawned and was about to harass Flora at the risk of being hung up and whipped, a clear and gentle voice sounded behind her.

"Did you say the dark area just now?"

Kreti:?

Miss Devil's eyes lit up, and she turned her head suddenly, shouting in surprise:

"Haha! You are finally back! Do you know how long I have been waiting for you... Hiss, what are you wearing?"

She looked at the boy with black feathers all over his body, and couldn't help blinking.

Eh?

What is this! ! ?