He is pure gossip.
Herbert curled his lips and said helplessly, "How should I calculate it? Relatives, acquaintances, friends, close friends... they are all the same, right?"
[“That’s it? There’s more to it than that? Don’t hide it!”]
The God of Harmony seemed to have smelled gossip and asked relentlessly: [“Is it an old love?”]
You’re welcome.
Herbert raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Let me think about it, I probably liked her before... right?"
Not sure.
[“Why is it a question?”]
"How can I understand the sincerity of an ignorant boy?"
Herbert originally thought that he actually had no feelings for Filia.
Especially after experiencing something like that, I should have given up long ago.
But after reading the letter, the impact on his heart far exceeded his imagination.
Only then did he suddenly realize that he might have really loved this woman.
[“So, the great evil god has already told you that love is a curse!”]
The God of Harmony gloated and said: [“Right! You are cursed by love, that’s why you feel so uncomfortable!”]
"Oh, you weird theories, you weird ways, shut up!"
Herbert snorted unhappily and rolled his eyes. "Besides, you care so much about me. Are you going to listen to me or not?"
"If you interrupt me again, I won't say anything."
[“Okay, okay~ I won’t say anything anymore~ Just tell me now!”]
"In the past, I did like Filia. After all, she is an excellent choice in both appearance and personality."
Beautiful, gentle, considerate, and well-behaved... In my impression, Filia has always presented the most perfect image of a noble lady.
It can be said that no one would dislike such an almost perfect princess for no reason.
If she is really consistent in what she says and what she means.
"But that kind of emotion is not pure love, but more like love and trust for friends."
Herbert continued to analyze his own heart and the mental journey of the first half of his life.
Those ignorant emotions hidden in the deepest part of the heart that even one oneself has not noticed.
"At that time, I just got used to her existence and believed that we would be together in the future."
The naive young nobleman did not consider anything else and simply regarded that as his predetermined future.
"So, when that happened, do you know what the biggest emotion in my heart was?"
["sad?"]
"Anger."
Herbert's face was calm, but there seemed to be a blazing flame flickering in his eyes, which was the anger that had been suppressed for a long time.
"Why don't you want to believe me? Why do you want to betray me like this? Why do you want to frame me?"
As the person who suffered all that, how could Herbert not feel angry at that time
[“So, what are you going to do?”]
The evil god's voice was gentle, but it carried a bewitching power that stirred the boy's inner anger, driving him even crazier...
However, just when his anger was about to reach its peak, Herbert's attitude suddenly changed.
"What to do? What not to do."
["Um!?"]
Herbert's sudden change of attitude puzzled Nenasha, and she asked in confusion: "You forgave her now? I didn't know you were such a generous person?"
"Forgive? For what?"
"I certainly won't forgive her so easily."
Herbert sneered and held the letter in his hand close to the candlelight, heating it continuously.
"Whether she is really as innocent as she says, whether she is really clueless, whether she is involved or not, my attitude is the same."
"At this point, does she think that a letter and a few words of explanation can smooth over everything?"
"It's not going to be that easy now!"
laugh-
With a clear sound, the flame climbed up the letter paper and began to burn slowly.
The rising firelight illuminated Herbert's face and the depth of his eyes.
"A broken wound may eventually heal, but the scars and pain left in the process will remain forever."
The flames grew stronger and stronger, eventually burning Herbert's fingers.
But he did not dodge at all. He slowly held the flame in his palm and finally clenched it tightly.
Twist out.
Open your hands.
A bit of crushed smoke fell from the palm of his hand.
"After the flames burn away, all that's left are just a few wisps of ashes."
The young man lowered his eyes, looked at the ashes, and whispered calmly:
"It's too late..."
Even if you really want to make amends, it's too late.
I am no longer who I was before...
What did you do so far
Already, there is no going back.
Nenasha was silent for a moment, then asked, "So, you're just going to leave her alone?"
"That's not necessary. I will write back."
Herbert pulled out a piece of letter paper, picked up a pen and began to write quickly. His handwriting was smooth and neat, and there was no lag in the content at all.
Nenasha:
[“Hmm? But didn’t you say you didn’t forgive her?”]
Why are you still replying to people's letters
It was a normal reply, without any anger in sight.
In response to this, Herbert said: "That being said, let's put one thing on one side, but Filia is still useful."
[“Eh?”]
"She's very rich."
["ah?"]
"As the most favored little princess in the kingdom, and with her mother owning a wizard tower in the North, the personal wealth she can use is even greater than the king's treasury."
"In short, this is a little rich woman."
In Nenasha's speechless gaze, Herbert said as a matter of course:
"After all, we have been friends for many years. Now that she has taken the initiative to ask for help, how can I not accept this favor?"
"Wouldn't it be too disrespectful to reject her kindness?"
"Then let her pay some interest first and send me something good, not some useless collar..."
Why hesitate when you can get it for free? !
Chapter 63 Offense and Compensation (4/4 plus 2)
Nenasha looked at her ally who didn't think there was anything wrong with her, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed:
[“You… well, that’s reasonable.”]
Herbert's carefree and casual attitude left Miss Evil God speechless.
As long as you are happy.
"By the way, Nenasha, there is one more thing I want to tell you."
As Herbert wrote, he casually said, "What I hate most now is people interfering with my thinking and stirring up my emotions."
"What happened today will not happen again."
In an instant, the evil god's voice disappeared completely.
The room was silent, with only the sound of the pen scratching across paper.
After a long while, Nenasha coughed twice and said awkwardly: […Okay, it was indeed my fault this time.]
Tonight, Herbert's emotions were rarely so broken.
The reason for this was, on the one hand, his emotional state late at night almost turned him into a depressed young man.
On the other hand, it is the work of this god of humor.
Nenasha did it too!
He deliberately provoked Herbert's thoughts, allowing him to say in a relaxed manner the words that were suppressed in his heart and that he could not say on normal days.
But at the same time, He also guided Herbert's anger, trying to make him change in the direction He desired...
Although the latter failed at the last minute, these operations were real.
Later on, how could Herbert not notice His obvious provocation
Nenasha rarely admitted her mistake, but then complained a little aggrievedly: [“But I saw that you were struggling, so I wanted to help you.”]
I don't want to hear gossip!
Um.
At least it wasn't all about gossip.
Gossip accounts for at most nine, uh, eight, uh, seven... sixty percent!
Only 60%!
"It is precisely because I understand this that I will not bother with you this time."
Herbert shook his head and said calmly: "But, my ally, please remember that there really won't be a next time."
Even if the other party does it for his own good, he will not fully accept it.
"Nenasha, you really don't understand human nature..."
In this world, there are too many things done in the name of "I'm doing this for your own good", and most of them will not be appreciated by the people involved.
Herbert was silent for a moment, then said helplessly, "But since you really have no ill intentions this time, I can teach you."
"If this happens again in the future, you can discuss it with me first and let me know in advance, but you must never attack me directly."
"I reiterate for the last time that I am your ally. I cannot be your slave, puppet, or believer. Do you understand?"
[“Eh? I can’t?”]
The evil god was obviously disappointed, and whispered sadly: [“Why can’t they all be achieved? How stingy…”]
"… Um?"
[“Ahem! Okay, okay, it’s my fault this time. I won’t make the same mistake again.”] Nenasha coughed twice, and she finally surrendered because she was in the wrong.
"Um."
After a long while, when Herbert finished writing his reply to Filia, Nenasha asked tentatively: