In Order
Couldn't you learn something good for a change?
The question came in a voice soft with utmost intimacy, but it didn't make Fu Qian feel even the slightest doubt.
Of course, that didn't mean he could fight back.
His flesh was a complete wreck, and he still couldn't move a muscle. All he could do was let the long-absent Dark Moon Pope hold him in her arms and take advantage of him like this.
Fortunately, ever since he had gained control of his eyes, Fu Qian hadn't given up searching for his other organs.
"Ah..."
After a thorough search, Fu Qian tried to make a sound by controlling some kind of tissue that seemed like vocal cords.
Oh?
The Witch listened intently, even leaning down closer.
"Ah... Ni?"
Fu Qian didn't disappoint. He quickly made the necessary adjustments.
"...I'm starting to regret giving you that ring."
Nirgalia understood what Fu Qian had said. She paused briefly, then a hint of reproach joined the teasing look on her face.
"At a critical moment... it helped a lot."
Fu Qian didn't keep retaliating against her for taking advantage of him. Instead, he honestly reported the Pope's gracious gift.
"That's good..."
The Witch's face lit up at once. Her eyes lingered on Fu Qian for a long while, then her smile slowly faded and her voice lowered.
"You should know this was a dangerous sacrifice with no hope of success."
A dangerous sacrifice with no hope of success?
Though her tone had changed abruptly, Fu Qian understood exactly what she meant. He continued adjusting his vocal cords.
"Isn't this what a knight should do?"
"It's taken care of. You did very well."
After a silence even longer than before, Pope Nirgalia spoke again, wearing a bewitching smile as she lavishly