That single subconscious glance nearly gave Phield a stroke from excitement.
"How long has it been since I last saw an uncontracted Divine Chosen? I was starting to think my Lord Talent was broken."
Wiping the acid off himself with a handkerchief, Phield burst into laughter despite his miserable appearance.
"It's in Ram Territory. Now there's finally something to look forward to."
"Rip."
A tearing sound echoed out as Ophelia sliced open the corpse's stomach and crawled out.
Thanks to her divine power cloak, she emerged completely spotless.
"We actually made it inside."
Ophelia shot Phield an imposing glare.
"I was fully prepared to abandon the cockroach lord and run away by myself at any moment."
"You planned that well."
She folded her arms.
"Next time, don't plan anything like that again. The disgusting part wasn't the problem. It was far too risky."
"Rewards and risks always dance cheek to cheek."
Phield shrugged as he pulled out the Greatsword of Gluttony and Jamie.
