Meanwhile, at the same time, Luka enjoyed devouring Luvia's excess Lust and binding their souls as one in the process. Another woman was letting her excess steam loose on the other side of the forest.
A certain tall, bronze-skinned barbaric woman swung her battle axe, wreaking havoc on the poor Goblin population.
"Hahaha! You are a damn arrogant, pale-skinned bastard. DIE!"
In the distance behind her, Vaun squatted on a thick branch while grasping her longbow in preparation to help Brea as she promised. Yet, the more Vaun watched in complete shock, her eyes wide at the destructive force of a Templar's wrath.
"She's totally complaining about master..."
Somehow, after revealing her most hidden secret, the title sire didn't come close to the word master, which naturally floated in her mind.
However, she still couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, so she whispered it.
