The Fallen Guest Empire (15)
"Is someone still on the way? That's fine—we can wait a little longer. Let's give as many people as possible a chance to hear the gospel."
His scarlet feathers drifted without a breeze. Facing Lady Raven, who remained silent, Fu Qian continued his gentle words of concern, looking every bit like a benevolent mentor.
Unfortunately, she didn't seem to appreciate it. She kept staring at his face as if she were looking at an alien.
"Who are you, exactly? What are you really after?"
As she voiced those two questions, Lady Raven's already stern face grew even longer, stiffening like a mask.
On the bright side, at least she hadn't denied that someone was still on the way. The conversation had moved forward.
"What am I? That's a good question."
Fu Qian didn't hide his satisfaction. After a word of praise, he drew a deep breath, and his features shifted rapidly.
Rip!
He transformed into Herbert again. This time, however, he didn't opt for red eyes and fangs. Instead, he spared no expense and wrenched a pair of sinister wings out from his back.
At the same time, he stayed true to his style. Rather than choosing the bat wings commonly associated with vampires, he went with the featherless wings from the Angel Dungeon.
He favored this look. It might have been lacking in aerodynamics, but its visual impact was even greater, making it perfect for the occasion.
Lady Raven's reaction proved as much.
As the leader of a resistance group, she wasn't left gaping in shock, not after the earlier display. But she still couldn't tear her gaze away from Fu Qian's back.
In fact, the scarlet feathers rapidly crowding her body were not only covering her skin; they were also gathering behind