Bab 155: 155 – From a Hill

{Vorn's POV}

I walked to the prison accompanied by two minotaurs and two succubi. Emily immediately bowed as soon as she saw me.

"Good morning, prophet." I stood in front of the cell, wearing a smile, then glanced at the empty bowl in the corner of the cell.

I know that Velvet needs the energy to escape. She was waiting for the right moment.

Hell, I will never let her do that.

The prophet was silent and only glanced at me.

I nodded my head at one of my accompanying succubi. She then unlocked the cell.

"How about we take a walk for a bit?" I approached that woman, but she turned her face to me. "Or do you prefer me to carry you like a prince carrying his princess again?"

She stared at me with a disgusted look, and I just grinned.

"Come on." I crouched before her, holding out my hand. "You know you can't fight yet, right?"

The prophet sighed and stood up but refused to hold my hand.

"I'll show you some interesting stuff, Velvet Byrne." I widened my smile.

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