"Ophidia~"
"Shut up!"
After being called by her name by Herbert, Ophidia's reaction was quite embarrassed.
She could no longer maintain the aura of mystery and sophistication she displayed in front of the Rusted Nail Bishop, glaring angrily at Herbert.
"Don't call me that!"
In her fury, Ophidia's long hair quivered, suddenly bursting out of her hood, writhing like dozens of frenzied serpents.
Although the strands of hair didn't actually make a sound, Herbert vaguely sensed some hissing sounds in his ears.
Hiss—Ha!
Hmm, it seemed like it was simulating a breath.
Although the attitude from the opposite side seemed unfriendly, Herbert's reaction was extraordinarily calm.
Not only did he not feel afraid, but he even stepped forward.
"Hey, it really moves!"
Herbert, as curious as a child, looked at the dancing snake hair and even wanted to lift his hand to touch it... then one of them lashed at him.
Whoosh—
