The Real Elysia (Continued)

Russell pressed for answers.

At that, some of the coldness and gloom on the woman's face seemed to melt away. She rose onto her tiptoes and met Russell's gaze.

"There is no possibility of failure."

"And if something does go wrong, I believe you'll save me."

Her dark green eyes held an intense trust.

Russell: "..."

His eyelid twitched furiously.

If Mobius suddenly dropped dead, he really would check on her.

But—

Where had this inexplicable sense of trust come from?

Weren't they purely in a superior-subordinate relationship?

No, buddy, what was with this dickless trap suddenly saying something so suggestive?

"Is this supposed to be seduction?"

"You don't think I'm completely incapable of getting it up for a flat chest, do you?"

Russell bared his teeth as he spoke.

If Mobius tried to kill another version of herself and conveniently got him killed in the process—

Then the best emergency measure would be the resurrection ritual.

The resurrection ritual came from the Sea God.

During that ritual, the resurrected person was designated as the "deceased wife."

If no one took it seriously, the so-called "deceased wife" was merely a joke for idle chatter, something said to tease people.

But—

If he got serious about it, this itchy green Caterpie would definitely have to pay the price.

The feathered serpent lady tilted her head. Thought flickered in her eyes before she spoke.

"You think I'm seducing you?"

"Then just consider it seduction."

"I'm rather interested in what your child would be like."

The feathered serpent lady looked at him again, as though she were examining an outstanding breeding stud.

"If it really comes to that, then let's schedule mating for the weekend. I have to work at other times. Mm, remember to release more. The stock from that day will