Chapitre 88: Holy ( II )

"Pretty women," Jenoix answered, a smirk pulling on his face. The icy woman in front of him didn't seem to feel any hesitance in uttering such a debauched phrase. Looking at women as if they were disposal chess pieces. How amusing.

How pleasurable.

"I'm a man of the Goddess," He answered back, a slight laugh leaving his lips. She didn't look very amused.

Lumielle knew that the opposition was to be true. Sitting upon a throne of corpses, this man was anything but venerable. Yet, it didn't matter. As long as she could use him. She removed his hand, her hand wrapping around his wrist, "Even men of the Church should be able to admire the beauty of women."

"Indeed," Jenoix mumbled, his eyes staying upon the young Princess. He offered his arm as she took it without a hint of hesitation. "The Princess is commendable, sending a young woman to me," he gave her a smile, "When you knew that it would end in such a manner."