"The matter of the Blood Covenant... let's talk about it after we complete the operation in the Dark Valley."
Murphy pushed away the Weaver of Destiny who had been tempting him.
His actions were decisive.
On one hand, he didn't want to anger Triss.
On the other hand, Murphy's preferences were rather conservative—the sheer "purity" of this "non-human maiden" standing before him was high enough to frighten him.
Her humanoid form had six hands, and her spider form was even more terrifying. While, to be honest, she wasn't exactly unpleasant to look at, what kind of normal man could possibly feel aroused by something like that?
He didn't need to say it out loud.
But his simple, pushing-away gesture said it all. Veylanther, a woman who held a prestigious position even within the Shadow Elf Family, could naturally understand Murphy's attitude.
