Chapter 1217 - 551: Nenasha’s "Reward

Chapter 1217: Chapter 551: Nenasha’s "Reward

"If I could easily bring her back to my side, that would naturally be better, I have no reason to refuse."

"But if this requires you to pay a hefty price, why would I let you take such a risk?"

He shook his head and gently advised, "So, Nenasha, just for my sake, you better not consider this matter."

It was a peculiar scene.

It wasn’t a Divine tempting a mortal to offer their soul to take forbidden risks, but rather a mortal advising the Divine not to act recklessly.

Miss Xie Shen was silent for quite a while, ultimately sighed in resignation, muttering in low spirits: ["Alright, alright, I was being immature, let’s just leave it at that."]

There was a hint of reluctance in His voice, yet it also carried a touch of sweetness from being cared for.

This conflicting emotion made His tone exceptionally soft, akin to a cat being gently petted, outwardly unwilling but inwardly enjoying the care immensely.

Yet still wanting to take a bite at the hand that was stroking Him.

Herbert heard His ambiguous answer, knowing He hadn’t completely given up, and unsurprisingly shook his head slightly.

If He were genuinely that obedient, He wouldn’t be Nenasha.

Herbert’s lips curved into a wry yet doting smile.

He had already guessed what Nenasha was planning to do—agree on the surface, yet secretly calculating how to fulfill His wishes.

This stubborn care, though worrying, was also especially touching.

Herbert thought for a moment, before speaking again.

"Moreover, the reason I won’t feel lonely is precisely because you are here, and..."

His tone was natural and gentle, as if stating an obvious, undeniable fact.

"We will also have a family like this, and never be separated."

["!!!"]

Deep within the soul, within that pitch-black shadow, it seemed something suddenly halted.

Immediately after, a vast but not raging consciousness instantly enveloped and dragged Herbert’s will.

The next moment, Herbert found himself in that familiar, pure white space constructed by Nenasha.

This space was brighter and warmer than ever before, seemingly reflecting the owner’s current mood.

Soft halos flowed in the air, the ground smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figures of both of them.

Here, there was no concept of time, no external interference, only the purest soul communion.

"Nenasha?"

Before he had time to stabilize himself, a delicate body with a cold touch but emitting a warm aura tightly attached from behind, hugging him forcefully.

This embrace came urgently and vigorously, as if trying to merge him into its own soul.

Herbert could feel Nenasha’s slight tremble behind, it was a natural reaction when emotions were too overwhelming.

Although in the realm of consciousness, this hug felt more real and moving than any physical contact.

Nenasha’s arms circled around Herbert’s chest, cheek buried in his broad back, long hair flowing like moonlight, cascading down and intertwining with his silver hair.

["You, you really are..."]

Her voice came muffled from behind, losing its usual grace, carrying a rare hint of helpless embarrassment, and a touch of panic from being hit straight in the heart.

"...Hehe."

Herbert chuckled softly, not attempting to turn his head, instead letting her embrace him, experiencing that complex yet genuine emotion conveyed through the soul.

He didn’t break Nenasha’s embarrassment, instead understandingly giving Him time to sort through His feelings.

He dropped his gaze, gently lifting his hand, covering the hands cross in front of his chest.

Even though there were no more words exchanged, in direct soul communion, he clearly felt His heart, racing intensely due to his words.

Along with the mutual longing and promise for "never being apart."

The self-proclaimed evil Divine was now, in the most direct way, responding to his words and conveying His ardent warmth, not expressed in words.

Unknown how much time passed, Nenasha finally relaxed the embrace slightly, but His hands still encircled Herbert’s chest, afraid he would disappear.

He placed His cheek gently against his back, voice soft as a dream murmur.

["Never... leave me."]

This sentence carried rare fragility and plea, a side seldom shown by the ever-poised Harmonious God.

Only in front of the one He loved most, would such vulnerability be exposed.

"Mm."

Herbert gently turned around, facing Him, his gaze tender yet firm.

"I promise."

And then, just as Herbert was about to continue speaking a little more, suddenly, he felt a jolt.

He sensed a dangerous aura but different from an ordinary life-and-death crisis.

Hmm?

Who wants to harm me?

While puzzled, Herbert saw Nenasha’s eyes—he saw the surging emotions ready to burst.

Nenasha was moved.

It’s He who wants to harm me!

Seeing Herbert seeming to understand something, Nenasha displayed a joyous smile, slowly saying:

["I think, it’s been a while now, it’s about time to give you a little reward."]

Herbert looked at the Divine licking His lips, though knowing it was improper, couldn’t help but retort, "Are you sure this is a reward for me? Not a... reward for yourself?"

Your gaze is almost devouring me!

Still claim it’s a reward for me?

["This is all your fault~"]

Nenasha smiled warmly at him, gripping his wrist, and said softly: ["Though there’s no physical body, here indeed, you can do... something."]