Chapter 257 (3): Teeth Gritted, It’s Not Impossible
The Book of Greed did not lie. Facts proved that being a villain didn’t mean not having resentment after death.
Wayne pondered for a moment. With a wave of Shadow Nightmare, the red gem at the pommel glowed and dispersed the wraith.
There was a flash, and then Senna appeared beside Wayne, carefully approaching the Death Knight. She looked down at Flora’s corpse, feeling belatedly fortunate that she had simply cut ties with Silvia rather than doing anything harmful. Otherwise, she would’ve died long ago.
Also, she was right that her faith didn’t covet beauty. He killed someone as stunning as Flora without even blinking.
“The Death Knight doesn’t have eyelids. He doesn’t even have eyes that will dry to begin with,” Wayne clarified. “Don’t make your faith seem better than he is. I can say for certain that while he rejects gambling and drugs, his principles are easily swayed by pretty faces, making him weak to seduction.”
Senna refused to listen and insisted on her own conclusion: her faith didn’t lust after women. He only got close to women to maintain humanity or learn about humanity.
“That’s a nice thought. I should get close to you someday.”
Senna had dug a hole for herself. She cursed her bad luck and gave Flora’s body another look, once again feeling envy toward Silvia.
She wanted to be Silvia—being the master of the Death Knight, Darkness Knight, and Nature Knight, her value appreciated by the day.
Speaking of the Darkness Knight, she seemed to have just heard an incredible piece of information: Auston was the real Darkness Knight.
Seriously? Could the goddesses have such low standards?
Her face reflecting her doubt, Senna opened her mouth to ask for confirmation, but couldn’t make a sound. The fact that Auston was the Darkness Knight was information she was forbidden from mentioning.