Semua Bab Reborn with the Promiscuity System: Good Girl No More: Bab 421 - Bab 430

"Totally unpredictable..." For the second time, while looking at Agatha, Bathory Erzebeth said. The girl sitting opposite her was naturally puzzled, yet she offered no explanation behind her very regal smile. Agatha did not dare speak. People said 'less talk, less err,' for a reason. Without any useful knowledge about the five hundred years old monster before her apart from the unsolved cases and crimes placed above her hair, she didn't dare open her mouth.From history books, Bathory Erzebeth was a Country H noblewoman and from the noble family of Erzebeth. She was extremely rich, owned and lorded vast areas of land in that kingdom, and had a stellar social position. Her life was supposed to be that of a typical married aristocratic lady.Yet for some unknown reason, the high lady gained a tendency to murder and torture beautiful virgin maidens and later on, was recorded to have regularly bathed in their blood to retain her beauty and youth. Several caskets full of fresh blood and a

'Mao fellow? That revolutionary leader of this country who's born in the late 1800s?' Agatha felt like the woman was teasing her with a scant amount of information, making her guess things out by herself. She loved doing this too to her subordinates but being led around a circle was not a nice experience for her. However, she was indeed thankful. With the clues given, she managed to confirm a few things.'The enemy leader is at Level 8, and there's a huge chance the monster residing in my country is that fat doctor or that uncle of Paul. ' Thinking of the latter, she almost couldn't help showing a hate-filled expression. The butler by the side respectfully bowed and asked, "Milady, is the King of Country F the one dwelling at Southern Alina City?" Before being chosen to be bound by a lifeblood contract, an ability of the Countess, the butler was a full-fledged level 5 core member of the organization. 'He' knew that spies were regularly sent to that part of the city. The Countess fl

"Nothing's fair in this world, Miss Bathory. It's something I already accepted. Even though I felt reluctant to trade a very precious Level 10 wish for a mere Level 8's life, I have no choice but do so because I still want to live," she added in gritted teeth, making a face that she was so pitiful. Shedding her compassionate facade of someone from the older generation, Bathory gave her a disdainful look. "Girl, you're one hundred years too early to think of fooling me with that pitiful level of acting."Meanwhile, after being silent for some time, the court lady withdrew her murderous gaze and put on a smile again, "How about we do this? Aren't you only pressed on time due to that comatose friend of yours? You lead the way. I can heal her for you."Agatha was initially very dumbfounded. Then again, her brain was not so slow to not immediately realize what Bathory meant. Exactly due to it, she angrily chanted in her mind, 'She makes sense, but in the end, she's still hellbent on scamm

Agatha's gaze landed on the man's back. Finally, it dawned to her that Paul seemed to be different and that he not only made a Level 9's skill failed, earlier, his speed when running here and there seemed a bit abnormal too. No. Not really just a bit. Paul seemed faster and more powerful than her! How was that possible!'Just what did the three-year separation did to him? Did he become someone like me?' The girl didn't know what to feel. Her hand reaching out to him trembled, stopping midair and hesitating whether to grab his arm. Meanwhile, the Blood Countess felt great anger rising in her chest. She couldn't believe that her prided Enslaving Skill failed just like that! It was both unbelievable and infuriating!"I won't care anymore if your backer is higher than me!" After saying that, the enemy woman's expression changed. Madness and resentment began to seep out of her aura. The atmosphere around her shifted from mere pressure into something entirely different. The air became mor

After that short talk, Ver resolutely continued his massacre. When he finally reached the dungeons, it was really empty. And no, it was not that simple. While the area above had long been suffused with the aura and smell of blood, the lower floors were surprisingly clean, actually cleaner than his room at J Country."That Sam had released everybody here a long time ago?" He knitted his brows, musing to himself. "...He's obviously so soft-hearted that he should just go run an orphanage or become a monk. Why did he stay so long?"He grumbled for a while. Then after making sure that everything had been taken care of, he left the place. 'The clone should be at Gavin's territory, huh?' He trembled in rage, not forgetting that it was that ugly masked bastard who really did the kidnapping. When he teleported from there with that place as his destination, there was a fire in his eyes that craved for more blood to spill. 'No matter what happens, I must kill that bastard!'Meanwhile, unlike