Phield racked his brain, trying to come up with something to stall for time, when a light tap suddenly landed on his shoulder.
"Leave the rest to me."
The aura of corruption slowly withdrew inward. The madness within Rosalia's star-like eyes was no longer concealed in the slightest. Combined with her breathtaking beauty, it gave her an irresistibly dangerous charm.
"Finally." Phield let out a long breath and laughed. "You woke up at the perfect time. If you stayed asleep any longer, they were about to pin me to the ground and beat me up."
"Those arrogant Imperial Guards have arrived. I'm going to grind them into the dirt."
Rosalia gritted her teeth. Thinking about the humiliation her lord had suffered, the power of her third-rank divinity surged violently from within her. Her clothes fluttered without wind as a terrifying pressure spread outward like ripples.
