After tossing and turning for a while and trying various methods, the skeleton remained as unresponsive as a dead object.
Wait, it was a dead object to begin with.
The Elf felt extremely conflicted. She didn’t know why she wanted to ‘wake’ this skeleton so badly.
She was a believer in Panice, the God of Nature!
Moreover, she was a member of the Elga royalty and bore the responsibility of purifying the Undead!
But on the other hand, she had just said she would repay the skeleton for saving her life…
If she turned a blind eye and did nothing, wouldn’t that be a violation of her oath?
That was even more unacceptable for an Elf!
“But what else can I do?”
‘I’ve already tried everything I can think of…’
The Elf’s eyes flickered as she stared at the skeleton’s head, lost in thought.
It seemed there was one thing she hadn’t tried… But how could that be possible?
She remembered how the skeleton, like a Hero from a storybook, had saved her from danger and even threw a cloak to cover her embarrassment.
She suddenly hesitated.
‘Should I try? No one will know anyway…’
The tips of the Elf’s ears turned slightly red.
Her lips were tightly pursed as she slowly leaned down and pressed a light kiss on the skeleton’s forehead.
After making contact for less than one second, she hurriedly pulled back and observed the skeleton’s condition.
There was no reaction.
‘That makes sense… How could it be like a storybook, where a ‘Princess’ gives a kiss and the unconscious Knight immediately ‘awakens’?’
Her gaze fell on the skeleton’s open mouth. The two rows of teeth were translucent, even reflecting the candlelight.
‘I’ve already kissed the forehead, so this time shouldn’t matter, right?’
The Elf’s gaze drifted, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally made up her mind.
She closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head toward the skeleton’s skull.
Suddenly, Soulfire appeared in the empty eye sockets and began to burn fiercely.
Lance, whose consciousness had just returned after the ‘Master-Servant Contract’ was signed, found his vision gradually clearing.
He saw the Elf with her eyes closed, her lips glistening with an inviting luster as they slowly approached him. He was instantly horrified!
“Miss Elf? What are you doing?”
A perfectly clear male voice exploded in her mind. Noren snapped her emerald eyes open, looking at the skeleton’s head inches away in disbelief.
The two of them stared at each other—one with wide eyes, the other with flickering Soulfire. For a moment, they were speechless.
A crimson flush instantly spread from the tips of her ears to her cheeks. Panicked, the Elf stood up and took two steps back, explaining hurriedly:
“You-you-you! Don’t misunderstand! I wasn’t doing anything improper!”
Lance was shocked. ‘Wait, so you *were* doing something improper just now?’
He had heard that some people had strange preferences for corpses, but he never imagined there was a terrifying existence in this world with a fetish for skeletons.
Thinking of the Elf’s strength, he grew nervous.
‘She wouldn’t get angry from the embarrassment and try to force herself on me, would she?’
Soul power poured from his eye sockets into his limbs, regaining control of his body.
Lance immediately propped himself up, intending to distance himself from this Elf who wanted to do ‘improper things.’
But as soon as Lance braced his body and issued the command to move back, his lower limbs didn’t budge.
Instead, his ‘arm’ and hand shot upward.
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed in the dark room.
Lance’s hand directly struck the Elf’s softness.
The hand that was supposed to swing in a semi-circle was suddenly intercepted.
Lance: !!?
Noren: ??!
Lance hurriedly issued a command to retract his hand, but his ‘leg’ took a large step forward instead.
His body lost its balance, and he fell straight forward.
As for the Elf? She was already panicked and confused, and after being ‘assaulted’ like that, her brain completely shut down.
As the skeleton fell, she actually closed her eyes in a panic and raised her hands to block her face, completely failing to realize that she could have easily swatted the skeleton away.
‘Who! Who changed my body’s ‘keybindings’?!’
Lance roared in his heart, but it was useless.
There was a muffled thud in the small room. The two of them fell together, hitting the stone floor.
Lance’s vision shook as his gaze gradually focused.
He found one of his hands pressed against the softness of the Elf’s chest, while his other hand was braced beside her ear, pinning down her long, dark-gold hair…
The Elf’s head was turned to the side, her eyes tightly shut.
Lance wanted to move his hand away, but he couldn’t figure out which bone controlled which arm in such a short time.
For a moment, he didn’t dare move at all.
As Lance looked at his splayed hand, he realized the Elf’s size fit his palm perfectly, neither too big nor too small…
With a flicker of thought, an uncontrolled impulse was transmitted.
Lance’s five fingers suddenly tightened, giving the Elf’s softness a firm squeeze.
The Elf felt a sting of pain and let out an uncontrollable soft moan.
Only… why did that sound not quite like a cry of pain?
The Elf’s eyes widened, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, her emerald eyes filled with panic.
However, that sting of pain caused her rationality to return quickly.
After realizing what had happened, her eyes gradually widened and became sharp, staring at the skeleton pinning her down like a hawk.
Her expression turned icy, and a cold aura emanated from her body, making even Lance, an Undead, feel the chill.
Emotionless words came out of the girl’s mouth, one word at a time:
“Do you have any last wishes?”
‘Haha… Noren… Your brother here is probably really going to die today…’
…….
“So you’re saying your bones are displaced and your mental commands are scrambled?”
The kneeling Lance nodded frantically!
“Yes! That’s it! It was truly unintentional! My body was really out of my control just now!”
“I don’t know which bastard swapped my bones!”
“You have to believe me! I’m really not a pervert skeleton!”
The Elf’s eyes were cold as she turned her back.
The frost on her face quickly dissipated, and her eyes flickered. She felt a bit awkward.
‘It really was my fault? What should I do now?’
Thinking about how she had punched the ‘benefactor’s’ skeletal frame into pieces earlier, guilt and a sense of sin surged in her heart simultaneously.
After a moment’s thought, the Elf cleared her throat and said:
“Considering it was unintentional and you saved my life, I’ll let it go this time.”
“But if there is a next time…”
The Elf adjusted her expression, her gaze turning cold again as she slowly turned her head to stare at Lance.
Frightened, Lance quickly said:
“Don’t worry! I would never have those kinds of thoughts about you! I’m just a skeleton!”
The Elf nodded as if satisfied. She reached out to touch her cheek and unconsciously murmured:
“Won’t have those thoughts… huh?”
Lance didn’t hear her clearly and asked in confusion:
“What?”
Her consciousness snapped back. Realizing she had misspoken, the tips of the Elf’s ears turned red again.
“Nothing! Pervert skeleton! Keep your mouth shut!”
Lance was speechless. He hung his head, feeling like he would never be able to clear his name.
“Cough~ Tell me, what’s going on with you? Why did your Soulfire disappear just now?”
Lance paused.
He remembered the ‘Master-Disciple Contract’ he had just signed, which had a clear rule that he couldn’t reveal Falia’s existence to outsiders.
Therefore, Lance definitely couldn’t tell her the truth.
“Just now? I was sleeping…”
The Elf was stunned. She turned around to look down at Lance, her tone full of suspicion:
“Undead need to sleep?”
“Uh… generally speaking, they don’t, but I’m a bit special. Sometimes I need to sleep too.”
Confusion covered the Elf’s exquisite face.
Recalling her years of travels, she had never heard of an Undead needing sleep… but she had never heard of an Undead being able to use Holy Qi either!
Thinking of this, the Elf suddenly felt relieved.
She stopped brooding over irrelevant matters like sleeping and asked instead:
“Then why can you use Holy Qi? Were you a Saintly Practitioner in your past life?”
Lance felt a bit bitter as he said slowly:
“That’s a long story…”
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