Yarbede spoke as she deliberately took two steps forward, her damp long hair leaving a small trail of water droplets on the floor.

The rich fragrance, mingling her body scent with the mist, almost enveloped the Duke. Along with her inherent charm as an Enchanting Demon, it was enough to stir any man's heartstrings.

The Duke was completely taken aback by the situation, utterly stunned.

He feasted his eyes on the vibrant, alluring scene before him.

His eyes were indulging, but his heart was unsure, not daring to show any disrespect.

This Yarbede's strength far surpassed his own, and if he accidentally angered her, he feared for his life.

The Duke had no illusion that the constraints of the messenger contract would necessarily take effect on Yarbede; even if the contract was valid, Yarbede probably had many ways to circumvent its restrictions and take action against him.

"I didn't know you were..." The Duke, uncharacteristically, was at a loss for words, only managing to convey that it was not intentional.

"You didn't know I was bathing?" Yarbede chuckled softly, already standing in front of the Duke, almost pressing against him.

She stretched out her finger, gently tracing the Duke's chin with her still moist fingertips, the cold touch making the Duke shiver.

The Duke took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, knowing she was purposefully teasing him.

With a single thought, he touched the God of Light's Divine Status with his Spiritual Power, and a refreshing clarity instantly dispelled the sensuality in his heart, restoring clarity to his gaze.

Yarbede indeed carried an alluring ability. This was an instinct brought by her Enchanting Demon bloodline, as natural as breathing.

Seeing this, Yarbede ceased her teasing, chuckling softly, "So, was I summoned to deliver a message this time?"

The Duke promptly retrieved a letter, which contained a Space Ring as a gift for Dali.

"I would like to entrust you to deliver this letter to Dali," the Duke said as he took out a Gold Coin.

Such are the rules of the Messenger; simply stating the recipient's name suffices, so long as the person has been seen with one's own eyes.

Additionally, the Messenger possesses another capability, allowing for a letter to be returned post-delivery, though it requires another fee.

Yarbede walked over barefoot, taking the Gold Coin with one hand while casually picking up the letter.

In that small movement, her robe slipped down slightly, revealing her fair skin and voluptuous curves.

"Then, I accept this commission." Yarbede brought the letter to her lips, licking the envelope, her already slightly flushed face brimming with temptation.

"I shall take my leave~" She cast a coquettish glance at the Duke, and without any noticeable action, the space behind her rippled, opening a crack just wide enough for someone to pass through. Beyond the fissure lay a seemingly endless dark void.

Yarbede stepped through the crack, her figure disappearing instantly as it sealed shut.

In the bedroom, only the lingering faint fragrance and some undried water marks on the floor remained.

...

On the Oracle Plane, in Azure Vault City, within the Divine Hall of the Light Sect.

Dali knelt in prayer before the statue of the God of Light, engaging in her daily devout supplications.

Her heart still resonated with her recent spiritual exchange with the Duke, filled with both anticipation and anxiety for the arrival of the Divine Messenger.

Suddenly—

The light within the quiet chamber dimmed slightly, not turning pitch black but as if a shred of brightness was instantaneously absorbed, an indescribable, cold yet alluring aura permeating unexpectedly.

Dali abruptly lifted her head, only to see the space before her silently and seamlessly torn open by invisible hands, and an entrancing figure swathed in a black bathrobe, barefooted, and overwhelmingly alluring emerged gracefully from the rift.

The newcomer was, of course, Yarbede, seemingly disinclined to change clothes, still retaining her freshly bathed, languid appearance.

With her purple-black starry eyes, she curiously surveyed the room filled with the aura of light and the young girl before her, clad in the Holy Daughter's robe, picturesque features, and eyes brimming with shock and vigilance.

"Hmm~ Such an uncomfortable scent of light..." Yarbede tapped her chin with a finger, feigned disdain as she wrinkled her delicate nose, but her eyes were full of playful intent.

The aura of corruption and darkness that surrounded her stood in stark and fierce contrast and opposition to the sanctity of this chamber.

"Who... who are you?!" Dali sprang to her feet, instinctively taking a step back, her energy poised to erupt.

She clearly sensed the vast, incomprehensible power emanating from the other, far surpassing her imagination, with an unwavering aura of intensity, an unquestionably terrifying presence.

Dali was unaware that this was merely Yarbede's true form projection, far from her real strength.

"Relax, little Holy Daughter~" Yarbede chuckled, "I'm here as a courier for your great God of Light~"

Hearing the words "God of Light" and seeing the envelope in Yarbede's hand slightly eased Dali's tense nerves, though her vigilance did not waver.

She found it impossible to reconcile the dark, alluring presence before her with her imagined idea of a Messenger.

Dali had initially felt curiosity when Duke mentioned the Messenger, imagining some kind of cute animal like an owl.

Never had she expected Duke to dispatch such a terrifyingly powerful entity, exuding an aura of danger, to deliver a message, utterly defying her expectations.

Yarbede was the most formidable and dangerous individual Dali had ever encountered, far surpassing anyone she had met before.

"Such a being merely delivering messages for Duke..." Dali once again felt the unfathomable mystery and power of the Duke.

"Did Mr. Duke send you?" Dali asked cautiously, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over the barely-there robe and bare feet of the other, her cheeks flush with heat.

"This Messenger...is dressed so...casually. Could she have just been bathing with Mr. Duke?" The strange thought suddenly sprang into her mind, accompanied by a vague discomfort, as if something was being taken away.

Yarbede paced gracefully with cat-like steps to stand before Dali.

She extended the letter and Space Ring to Dali, playfully scratching Dali's palm with her fingertips, sending a cold, tingly sensation through her.

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