Free Web NovelChapter 922: Chapter 457: Miss Harmonious God Cannot Accept This
In order not to make Herbert sad, not to make him hate her, and not to regret in the future, the difficulty of Nenasha’s planning increased manifold.
Not to mention, she had to consider the ultimate enemy "Archbishop," whom Herbert always viewed as an imaginary foe and could never avoid in countless plans.
As her power rose while leeching off Herbert’s strength, it also increased her fear of a presence that always suppressed her, deeper than Herbert’s own apprehensions.
It truly wasn’t a presence that could be easily fooled.
She must be cautious, cautious, and more cautious!
The plan must be flawless!
Any mistake would mean both of them meeting their end at the hands of the Archbishop!
For this reason, Miss Xie Shen truly exhausted her mind and body, saying she put her heart and soul into it wouldn’t be too much.
When Herbert was wrestling with Valentina, Nenasha was making plans.
While Herbert and Fremay were intimately linked, Valentina was asleep, and Nenasha was mentally simulating repeatedly, trying to find any flaws in the plan.
While Herbert and Svanni were exchanging blood, Valentina was still asleep, and Nenasha was preparing the second, even the third set of backup plans!
While Herbert with Flora! While Herbert with Svanni! While Herbert with Kreti! While Herbert with Luhier...
While Herbert was getting closer to various Monster Girls... forgetting earlier, forgetting in between, anyways, Nenasha was always planning.
Why was she working so hard?
Of course, to show off!
For when the time was right in the future, she would flaunt the complete set of plans at Herbert’s face, enjoying his praise and admiration.
You must work ten or a hundred times harder in private to look effortless in public.
To appear grand in public, one must suffer in private.
And now...
I’ve suffered.
I’ve endured the hardship.
Now where is the wealth I wanted?
Answer me!
Why does it end up in Herbert’s hands?
In his hands is fine; after all, what’s his is also mine, it’s a matter of time...
But is it really so easy?
Just a few words between you two solved it?
What does my prior effort count for then!?
I, I...
Damn it, why?
Fate!!!
You damn thing, you really are a b*****!!!
Of course, Nenasha’s breakdown lament can’t be heard by the "Former Destiny Goddess" who fell long ago and has rebooted to become the "Goddess of Fortune" in the new account.
Even if she did, she probably wouldn’t care.
Feel free to hide away and laugh secretly if you can get what you want easily!
Dare to shamelessly bark here!
Enough with the noise!
["Ha..."]
Moreover, what’s even more bewildering to Nenasha is the Archbishop’s attitude towards Herbert.
It’s not bad, but excessively good.
Truly overly friendly.
Compared to Herbert’s indecisive father who protected him by dumping him in the monastery, the Archbishop is almost the complete opposite.
This one could be called the angel investor among angel investors.
It’s truly if Herbert wanted something, he’d provide it without hesitation.
...Haha, just kidding.
Give unasked!
That was truly the matter of actively offering!
Don’t want it?
Laughable, you can’t refuse!
No pretense anymore.
Honestly, not even a biological grandfather spoils his grandson like this.
Although the Archbishop might not show it, all his current actions seem to be self-indulgent towards Herbert in Nenasha’s eyes.
Even giving Saint Level seal items!
Just to address Herbert’s deficiencies, he’d straightforwardly pass the foundation on for him to carry personally...
To be honest, it’s somewhat absurd.
Nenasha even felt a slight sense of crisis.
Not worried about any malice from the Archbishop—nothing would be odd.
But worried about Herbert becoming enamored with Deng’s sugar-coated missiles!
No way!
I can’t be outdone by an Old Deng!!?
No, impossible...
If not for trusting the Archbishop to not be absurdly off-track, unlikely to hide "malice" so deep, she’d suspect Deng fancies Herbert’s hook!
But if, hypothetically speaking, things were unreasonably absurd... then the "Herbert’s Hook Protection Plan" must be put on the agenda!
Nenasha felt a heavy weight on her shoulders—even though she remains in a special state hiding within Herbert’s soul.
Nonetheless, she experienced the impossible burden.
The Divine silently made a vow—
["Herbert’s hook, I shall protect it!!!"]
...
...
"Sir, precisely what do I need to do? Will there really be no issues?"
"Hmm, child, don’t rush, I will tell you everything, with me here, you won’t be in danger."
Herbert and the Archbishop couldn’t anticipate the abstract thoughts in Nenasha’s mind; after some laughter, they ventured into a serious conversation.
After all, this matter was indeed significant, allowing no room for error—both parties held their own resolve!
Herbert wasn’t willing to let go of this unexpected surprise.
Despite sensing the Archbishop’s hidden schemes, after weighing pros and cons, he chose to take the bait.
No choice, the offerings were truly abundant.
And the Archbishop, well, Deng too was concerned, though not about anything else—his desire was not to miss the "greater travel freedom" opportunity again.
"Actually, you don’t need to do anything."
"Hmm?"
The Archbishop looked at the puzzled Herbert, shook his head with a smile, and moved toward the Holy Image: "Having the willingness and determination is already enough."
"As for the rest, leave it all to me."
The seemingly ordinary elder raised a hand, placing it on the boy’s shoulder, stepping towards the center of the Holy Hall.
Swoosh—
"Hmm!!?"
Their step looked ordinary, yet Herbert felt as if he had spanned mountains and rivers.
No... maybe it wasn’t an illusion.
Previously, he experienced this, flying a long time before landing beside the Archbishop.
Then Herbert used to think it was the Archbishop’s mastery over the Law, but now it seemed... maybe not.
The actual size of the Underground Sanctuary might far exceed his imagination.
So what’s this ability?
Is it some sort of teleportation?
As Herbert pondered, the Archbishop let him go, walking slowly to the Holy Image.
"Hehe."
The Archbishop stood ahead, Herbert couldn’t see his expression, he only heard a soft chuckle, raising his hand with a wave.
Then the Holy Image, exuding a powerful aura, began to shrink rapidly, in a few breaths, it reduced from half-human size to that of a collectible.
As the size decreased, the Holy Image’s appearance changed, the originally blurred patterns began to clarify, even acquiring some colors.
Though still unable to see Saintess’s precise lowered face, her clothing seemed rendered in high definition, changing from stone to becoming exquisite.
Herbert watched the shrinking "Desecrated Prayer Statue," his eyes blinked quickly, truly seeing a perfect miniaturized collectible.
This size.
Hmm...
He raised his hand to measure, then silently shook his head, regrettably abandoning his bold idea.
No way, too small.
——For collectibles, this size is unsuitable for manipulation, without usage value, only capable of being held within the palm for viewing.
However, just as Herbert thought this size was ample, the Archbishop seemed to think it insufficient, and waved his hand again.
Swoosh—
The collectible continued shrinking, altering its original three-dimensional form, turning into a silver necklace embossed with the elaborate "Saintess Prayer" design!
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