Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 408 - 264: Silf Died? (1)

Chapter 408: Chapter 264: Silf Died? (1)

The Prince’s face was adorned with a gentle smile, which, combined with his handsome appearance that bore no resemblance to that of Wozworth, made him seem every inch the gentleman.

As he approached Qin Chu’s tent and saw Angelica preparing breakfast, he thought, ’Is this the maid Mr. Brave specifically requested on his first day in this world?’

Despite her humble status, she was indeed a national beauty, no wonder Mr. Brave took to her.

When Angelica saw the Prince, she quickly curtsied.

The Prince did not show any arrogance but smiled and nodded, "Beautiful lady, I am Warren Abercrombie, Seventh Prince of the Oville Empire. Could you please inform Mr. Brave that I have something to discuss with him?"

Angelica was visibly troubled:

"He is not available right now."

"Is Mr. Brave dealing with something urgent?" Warren asked curiously.

Glancing at the tent, he sensed something; rumors of Mr. Brave’s exploits, although distinguished in combating demons and enhancing his strength, had not always cast him in the best light.

Could it be that Mr. Brave was still working tirelessly inside the tent this morning?

Well, it’s morning, after all... As a fellow man, Warren could totally understand.

Normal, normal indeed!

Helplessly, Angelica rubbed her forehead, "Mr. Brave isn’t at the camp right now; I don’t know when he sneaked out again..."

Prince Warren was momentarily astounded.

Mr. Brave sneaked out?

This...

No matter how you put it, isn’t that highly inappropriate?

Given Mr. Brave’s distinguished status and key importance to the Sky Dome Continent, wouldn’t it be a disaster if he encountered a demon and got harmed?

"Your Highness, you needn’t worry, this sort of thing happens often." Just then, Banar, who had managed to organize his work properly, unknowingly joined and, seeing the astonishment of Prince Warren, hurriedly spoke.

Warren’s expression gradually darkened, the Prince’s dignity emerging, his voice stern: "How do you manage things? Given Mr. Brave’s important status, even if he must go out, he must have guards accompany him. What if he encounters a demon? How many heads will suffice for the guillotine?"

Banar was full of grievances: "Your Highness, it’s really not our fault. What kind of strength does Mr. Brave possess?"

"If he decides to slip away, we simply cannot detect it. Besides, even if he does encounter a demon, it’s hard to say who would be unlucky..."

"The last time Mr. Brave sneaked out, he encountered the Second Prince of Demons, Edrich, along with two Great Sage level beings, a Snow Woman and a Blood Elf..."

Upon hearing this, Warren could no longer maintain his royal composure; his expression turned extremely grave: "What did you say? Edrich? Along with Great Sage level Snow Woman and Blood Elf?"

My God.

Currently, the Demon King rarely shows himself, and the warfare between humans and demons is almost entirely delegated to several princes and princesses.

Among them, the most renowned is Diaberlic, the Prince.

Then comes Second Prince Edrich, a prodigious talent. Though not as overwhelming as his elder brother, he is still of Martial God Level and is unbeatable by average level eighty masters, having once killed a level eighty-two general.

Lastly, there’s Seventh Prince Romon.

Though much weaker, his sheer size makes him a force on the battlefield. Even if he completely eschews martial arts and magic, just his stomping around possesses a destructive force comparable to Super Order Magic.

And the Snow Woman and Blood Elf are also among the stronger beings within the demons.

Mr. Brave had actually encountered Edrich along with Great Sage level Snow Woman and Blood Elf, the dangers...

Banar spread his hands: "Then, Mr. Brave killed Edrich and, incidentally, took the Snow Woman and Blood Elf back."

Pff...

Just when he was worried that Mr. Brave might have been gravely injured and unable to meet anyone, claiming to have sneaked out as an excuse, Warren couldn’t hold back and, in a most un-royal fashion, spat out a mouthful of water.

He was completely stunned.

It took a long while before he finally managed to utter a slightly shrill voice: "What did you say?"

Banar nodded his head with a wry smile: "You heard right, Mr. Brave killed the Second Prince of Demons, Edrich, and took the Snow Woman and Blood Elf back... Look, they’re right there..."

Banar gestured subtly to the side.

Warren was dumbfounded, stiffly turning his head to look, only to see a woman with ice-blue hair, her skin like jade, and another with golden hair, slender and stunningly beautiful.

The woman with ice-blue hair was one thing, but the golden-haired lady, with her sharp and long ears, was clearly identifiable as a Blood Elf.

"This... this..." For a moment, Prince Warren was at a loss for words.

"It seems Mr. Brave intends to keep these two by his side." Banar continued in a low voice.

The Seventh Prince was completely speechless, and after struggling for a bit, he finally squeezed out a sentence:

"That’s just like Mr. Brave."

Goodness, to the general human populace, demons are seen as terrifying and brutal.

But here our Mr. Brave was, directly making demons a part of his harem, playing even more flamboyantly than his old man.

...

Meanwhile, on another side, atop a mountain.

Sylph was fixing her torn clothes, the morning breeze blowing, causing a fine layer of goosebumps to cover her skin.

"This guy, how crazy is he?"

Looking at the tattered leather armor on the ground, Silf had a helpless expression on her face.

How was she supposed to wear that?

She wasn’t like Ronald, who always had dozens of sets of clothes and shoes prepared. All her clothes were left in the room, and her storage ring was filled with spare longbows and arrows.

Was she really supposed to go back naked?

Silf glared at Qin Chu with some resentment.

Qin Chu, grinning, flipped his hand over, and a pure white dress appeared in his palm... and it was a maid costume.

Silf rolled her eyes, "Why do you have women’s clothing on you? Could it be you have a habit of cross-dressing?"

"How could that be? This was prepared for Angelica," Qin Chu immediately replied, "Though it’s a maid costume, having a variety of options is always good, right?"

"You’re so filthy-minded!" Silf said irritably, snatching the maid costume away.

Silf’s cheeks turned a bit red as she looked at the maid costume’s tassels fluttering in the wind and the white lace on the skirt hem. She didn’t like these fluffy kinds of clothes.

In comparison, she preferred leather armor—it was tight, efficient, and allowed her to use her full combat potential at any time.

This kind of dress was just too bothersome.

And in the deepest part of Silf’s heart, there was an aversion... because the clothing had been prepared for Angelica.

She didn’t quite like it.

But she had no other choice; aside from this outfit, she had no other options. It wasn’t like she could fashion a skirt out of leaves, right?

After dawdling, she finally began to change her clothes.

However, Silf didn’t notice that Qin Chu, who had been smiling all along, was watching her intently with a cold and emotionless gaze in his eyes.

He would let this woman be happy for a while since she still had some use to him.

When it was time to reveal the truth after draining all her value, the taste of that moment would be even more delightful.

Because she wasn’t used to these airy clothes, just changing took a great deal of time, but Qin Chu was in no rush, simply admiring the view before him.

Finally dressed, Silf’s forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Then looking at the floor, her close-fitting clothes were also in shreds, naturally, they were unwearable.

At that moment, Qin Chu’s hand flipped over again, revealing another piece of clothing.

It was a pair of black stockings, accompanied by a black bustier.

Silf was somewhat speechless. Why did this guy have so many random things on him?

Although these clothes felt even worse to Silf, she still had the same conclusion, there was no other choice.

Silf seriously suspected that Qin Chu had some distasteful fetish. He definitely had proper clothes, he simply didn’t want to take them out.

Seeing Silf all dressed up, Qin Chu’s eyes brightened a bit.

Setting aside his feud with Silf for now, Qin Chu had to admit that Silf really had a great foundation.

Her physique was athletic and slinky, not overly dainty but certainly not bulky, a perfect example of beauty.

She wasn’t as voluptuous as Asina, but quite proper, especially under the constriction of the maid costume’s waistband, her slender midriff was tempting to touch.

Pure white maid costume paired with pure black tights, her fair chest covered in a layer of black lace...

The stark contrast in colors brought an even more intense visual impact.

Qin Chu’s throat involuntarily moved. She truly was an elf.

That burning gaze made Silf feel a bit smug inside.

"This lady here, even Lord Jie Luo hasn’t appreciated this look," Silf thought unconsciously.

Immediately, Silf couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. Although it was supposed to be treatment, she had already been completely devoured by Qin Chu, and both were familiar with each other’s bodies beyond normal.

Compared to that, changing into a slightly more seductive outfit in front of Qin Chu seemed trivial.

Just as Silf was slightly lost in thought, suddenly, she felt a different sensation from the black fabric.

Her body softened, her eyes clouded with confusion:

"If it’s ripped again, I really won’t have any clothes left..."

"Don’t worry, I have plenty ..."

...

Elsewhere.

Aileen and Aili had a sleepless night, and after getting lost in the dense fog in the early hours, they finally made it back to the camp.

Without interacting with anyone, they headed straight for Rose Vesper’s tent.

When Rose Vesper saw Aili and Aileen, her face brightened, thinking she would receive some good news, but when she saw only the two of them, and neither Silf nor Ronald were anywhere to be seen, a bad premonition instantly arose in her heart.

The next second, Aili suddenly threw herself into Rose Vesper’s arms, bursting into tears, "Rose Vesper, sister... *sob* *sob*..."

"Silf, sister Silf... she’s gone..."

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