Kiss

"Auxiliary Array?" Ophelia's tone made it clear she wasn't entirely convinced.

But after she examined it carefully for a while and found nothing unusual about the Auxiliary Array, it seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary array that provided energy.

Thor didn't explain further. The more he explained, the more suspicious he would make her.

In the end, Ophelia still couldn't find anything unusual about the modified Auxiliary Array. Besides, she was a Tier 4 Wizard, and she had the natural confidence of someone facing a Third Rank opponent like Thor.

Even though she knew Thor wasn't willing, she wasn't worried that he could fight back.

It wasn't as if she planned to kill him.

He wouldn't resist to the death.

At the thought, Ophelia even felt a little mischievous.

She wanted to find out just how special the man chosen by the Death Wizard Diary really was.

"Then let's begin," Ophelia said softly, without a hint of shyness.

Thor tilted his head at the vase in front of him. "But, Lady Ophelia, didn't you say you could take any form? If you're going to look like this, forgive my frankness, but I'm not particularly interested."

"Looks like you're ready. So what would you like me to look like?"

Thor had no interest in designing a form here. "Just use your own appearance."

The transparent vase began to swell and writhe, flesh pushing bit by bit through its opening.

But as the disgusting flesh emerged from the vase, it became a beautiful and familiar face... Ophelia's.

Her head slipped through the opening, followed by a neck of normal length. Then, amid a creaking, scraping sound, her snow-white shoulders and curvaceous body squeezed out as well.

At last, she sat on the rim of the vase and drew out her