However, at this moment, that big bed is being occupied blatantly.
The Vampire Prince, having taken off her shoes, is lounging on it leisurely, her legs clad in white silk swinging back and forth.
She looked at Herbert appearing full of grandeur in public but like a salted fish in private, and disdainfully curled her lips.
"Hmph, I think everything you said is just an excuse to avoid responsibility."
"Hmm?"
Herbert opened his eyes, looked at the female demon sprawled on the bed, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "What makes you say that?"
Seeing that Herbert showed no signs of anger, Eliza felt more confident and huffed:
"After making so many excuses, aren't you just planning to leave them and do your own thing?"
"Since teleporting to the previous city, you've deftly found those merchants to trade for these carriages and cages."
"If you say you didn't prepare in advance, I wouldn't believe it!"
