Fusi's already fair skin looked somewhat pale. Even gravely ill, she could not conceal the noble, aloof aura bestowed by her royal bloodline, nor the astonishingly voluptuous curves beneath the thin velvet blanket.
She gently undid the front of her nightgown, revealing a long black wound running down her chest, flanked by two towering peaks.
She had not taken the nightgown off completely; it still hung from both sides, held high.
Though she wore nothing underneath, her skin was still remarkably elastic. Through the gap stretched open by the nightgown, the fair skin around the wound was clearly visible.
Only after seeing the enormous wound did Duke finally understand why Fusi had hesitated earlier. The location of the injury was indeed rather awkward.
As he looked at the alluring sight before him, it was difficult for his gaze not to wander.
After all, Fusi was extremely well-endowed. She practically filled his entire field of vision; if the front of her nightgown had not been undone, it would likely have been stretched even tighter.
The long wound lay hidden beneath a long scar, and dark elemental energy could still be seen stirring within it.
Duke said, "The City Lord really does trust me."
A faint blush appeared on Fusi's face, and her enticing red lips curled slightly. "Someone chosen by the will of the God of Light surely cannot be a bad person. Otherwise, I would never have let you come here."
"Looks like the City Lord has planted people deep within the Light Church," Duke suddenly realized.
No wonder Fusi had been willing to let him examine her injury. It seemed she had long had people within the Light Church and likely knew quite a lot about Duke's situation.
"Not just the Light Church. There are people in all Four