"Let's talk about the blood pact after we finish the operation in the Dark Valley."
Murphy pushed away the Weaver Maiden, who had been trying to tempt him.
His action was decisive.
For one thing, he didn't want to anger Triss.
For another, Murphy's tastes were rather conservative. The "monster girl" in front of him was far too monstrous—just thinking about it made him uneasy.
She had six arms in her human form, and her spider form was even more terrifying. To be honest, she wasn't hard on the eyes, but what normal man could get turned on by something like that?
He hadn't said it outright.
But that push said everything. How could Vilansé, a woman powerful enough to hold a high position in a dark elf family, fail to understand Murphy's attitude?
In an instant, she transformed from an alluring enchantress into a "holy maiden." She stood before him with a rather demure air, awaiting Murphy's orders. Her actions made it clear that all her earlier flattery, longing, temptation, and debauchery had been an act!
As expected of the Spider Lady's chosen one. She was exceptionally talented in this regard.
The vampire lord, who was hardly well-traveled, still had some reservations about Vilansé's loyalty. He immediately decided to contact Triss and seek the Scarlet Witch's advice.
To be honest, though, after the Weaver Maiden revealed her relationship with the Spider Lady, Murphy's worries had already eased considerably.
The reason was simple: this wasn't the first time he'd experienced something like this. Apart from the rather strange location and circumstances of his encounter with Vilansé, the situation could be summed up as being like Turner and the God of the North Wind, Liwen and the Eastern Sacred Spirit, or old Finok and Avalon.
In every case, an astral giant