The Aurora Sanctuary indeed needs to be checked, we can't always be blocked by that angel.

But Herbert did not plan to go there at first.

He needed to do more preparation.

After all, the impression left from the last reckless "glance" was too profound.

The giant eyeball, like the primordial angel depicted in scripture, was just too stimulating.

Moreover, that insane hymn was quite brainwashing; it took a long time to get that melody out of his mind.

However, Herbert didn't choose to ask others for help; he didn't let the monastery bigwigs purify some of his soul—he was worried they'd purify something else too.

Herbert chose the foolish method of using poison against poison, constantly repeating more brainwashing music from his past life in his mind, completely suppressing that hymn.

Thankfully, he didn't have to take an exam now, otherwise, during the exam, his mind would surely be in a mad loop of divine song mash-up...

After leaving the Deep Water Prison, Herbert first detoured to the Prison of Darkness, opening the teleportation gate directly in Svanni's treehouse.

When he appeared without warning, the Dark Elf Grand Mage, who was experimenting, only glanced up once before withdrawing her gaze.

Svanni continued to focus on the test tube before her, saying without turning her head:

"Lord Herbert, I think you should knock next time you come; otherwise if something dangerous happens, I'm afraid you'll blame me."

She spoke calmly, as if concerned about his safety, but Herbert understood the undertone:

"This time, it's fine, but next time if you don't use the front door, don't blame me if I 'accidentally' blow you up!"

"You understand, for those of us conducting forbidden experiments, it's quite normal for some accidents to happen, right?"

Well.

A threat, a pure threat indeed!

Rebellious.

These prisoners, every one of them, have all turned rebellious!

Do you remember that I'm the prison warden and you are the prisoners?

Feeling indignant, Herbert didn't tolerate misbehavior, and said bluntly: "Okay, understood."

"Hmm, thank you for your understanding."

Svanni nodded, finally putting down the test tube in her hand, turning her head to assess Herbert, whom she hadn't seen for many days, a hint of surprise flashing in her gaze.

"Lord Herbert, you've come back earlier than I thought, but the things you've experienced... seem to be more than I anticipated."

Looking at Svanni's expression, Herbert suddenly felt that she seemed to have changed a little, with a more vivid expression on her face.

"Oh? You can tell?"

Herbert laughed, and settled skillfully into the rattan chair he often sat in, habitually plucking a leaf to play with in his hand.

"I can."

Svanni also sat opposite him, scrutinizing him carefully.

As Svanni was looking at Herbert, Herbert was also looking at her.

He raised an eyebrow, curiously asking, "You seem a bit different?"

The coldness on her body dissipated slightly, her expression becoming softer... though only a little.

"You as well."

Svanni did not explain further, but instead looked at Herbert and said, "You've shed some confusion and gained some pressure, though the latter doesn't seem to trouble you."

To be honest, Svanni felt a bit disappointed with Herbert's current performance.

It wasn't because Herbert had it, but because he withstood the pressure.

She longed to see Herbert's vulnerability.

In Svanni's expectations, after Herbert left this time, he would certainly return with scars.

For example — patricide.

She knew very well that not all races have as indifferent familial relations as the Dark Elves.

If Herbert really killed his kin as he previously seemed poised to do... there would surely be scars left in his heart.

And that scar would be the key point for her to attack.

If Herbert hadn't released some pressure at Fremay's, he might really have ended up as Svanni predicted.

After settling some enemies, he would return here, confused.

Exposing this vulnerability in front of Svanni, she might indeed take advantage and influence him somehow.

"Your father..."

"I did not kill him, nor did I go to see him."

Herbert remained quite calm, saying casually, "After all, that was his offspring, and he also needs some time to digest."

Regarding the Duke of Silver Wings, Herbert's attitude was very calm.

Although being sent to the monastery seemed like a shameful decision at the time, it was actually a way for Herbert to quickly distance himself from the chaos within Frost Crystal Royal City and gain the monastery's protection.

This was a form of protection.

This is absolutely an undeniable point.

After coming to the monastery, although he was still secretly targeted, Herbert no longer faced any explicit threats.

But after that, the Duke of Silver Wings said nothing, leaving him without care, which is also something unredeemable.

In that old father's heart, there might also be disappointment in Herbert's weakness.

Just like others mocked, being a descendant of the Silver Wing Clan, such a soft nature was indeed unsuitable to inherit that title.

In that case, let him stay away from the conspiracy field and quietly live in the manor after staying at the monastery for a while.

Besides, saying Herbert holds no dissatisfaction or complaint towards the Duke of Silver Wings would be impossible.

The Duke of Silver Wings' character was somewhat too indecisive.

Although the main fault comes from Kordi's greed and madness.

But in this tragical kinship, the Duke of Silver Wings must at least bear thirty percent of the responsibility.

If the Duke of Silver Wings had cut off Kordi's ideas from the very beginning, or made the decision to let Herbert relinquish the title... none of it would have happened later.

The three of them might still be a model family with benevolent father and filial son, and friendly brothers.

But there's no if.

It was his hesitation that made Kordi suspicious, forced him to endure day after day in waiting, twisted bit by bit, and eventually made such a decision.

The Duke of Silver Wings was not a sinner, but he wasn't blameless either.

Herbert wouldn't go out of his way to take revenge on him, but neither would he do nothing.

Let the pain of losing a son become the torment for the Duke of Silver Wings for the second half of his life.

When he can finally come out of it on his own, then this punishment will be considered over.

After briefly recounting his experiences in Frost Crystal, Herbert raised his eyebrows, looking at the Dark Elf, and curiously asked:

"And you? After killing your own blood-related father and using him as material, how do you feel?"

While the two were having a conversation calmly, a familiar-looking pale skull was still floating up and down in the jar.

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