Fallen Angel [Fallen Angel]

Chp.47: Good man?

"Ugh, this aura is too powerful even much stronger than my mother. I couldn't hold her back any longer" Princess Vania was about to faint but just as she wanted Clark's pinch to stop letting out her aura.

"Hap, it's done. Let's get back to normal" Clark patted his hand slowly, a golden light spreading around the bodyguard and the Princess. Princess Vania and her bodyguards fell asleep.

"Emm where is this?" not long after, Princess Vania woke up. Not remembering the incident, the bodyguards also began to wake up, their blood and wounds had disappeared unceasingly when Clark patted his hand earlier.

"You guys just suddenly fainted Princess, it surprised me" Clark walked up to Princess Vania, he helped her stand up.

"You .. the person, thank you" Princess Vania's head was still dizzy from trying to remember the incident even though the results could not be.

"No need to force the Princess, maybe you're tired" Clark proposed to Princess Vania, he attentively checked her situation.

"This barakali I touch the same men, my mother always forbid the same close men because almost all of her evil and depraved, but this man is different. He's a good man" his inner self looks at Clark's gentle smile that he's showing.

Clark just smiled silently at her, his mind full of evil thoughts "Lumayan also the resilience of their bodies earlier. Maybe they can draw against the red blood organization or can also beat it, well I don't care anyway. Whether anyone wins, it all goes into my plan, I just use it for the situation that is coming"

"Clara, Elena, Flera .. They were all following me to shut up about the aura earlier, that was just me talking about using telepathy. They've really been obedient to my orders so I don't have to waste my mana anymore in using the situation return technique" Clark's inner thoughts had been thought through carefully.

(As the name suggests, the situation reverting technique also includes Clark's ability to make a target return the body/memory condition to the time it has been pushed back. Not related to the world and things around)

"Warm brown was finished" came a wife of the innkeeper delivering 11 cups of warm chocolate carried in flat and wide thin iron.

"Hopefully the princess likes it" said a wife of the innkeeper putting cups on the table one by one.

"Yes, then I won't refuse her" Princess Vania replied taking a cup of hot chocolate, she slowly drank it.

"Huh .. pretty well too" said his exhale.

"Oh yes I forgot, the towel I haven't picked up yet" The innkeeper's wife immediately ran over but suddenly stopped because she remembered something "Son, you've taken this towel I'll make it for you too" he looked at Clark.

"Don't bother" Clark answered briefly as he moved his hand.

"Let's just say it was also a gift for helping us" the innkeeper's wife softly replied, she still wanted to give hot chocolate to Clark and the others.

"You drink too" Princess Vania told her guards to drink the hot chocolate she had prepared.

"No need princess, we don't need her" replied one of them, the other nine just nodded.

"Drink, this is an order" he said calmly and firmly.

"Good!" answer them in unison and instantly take 1 cup of hot chocolate each.

"Then we excuse you princess, please enjoy your shelter" Clark walked away from Princess Vania, not forgetting Elena and Clara came along, he also took a large scythe located not far from them.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I know your name?"

"Oh, just call Clark" he said up the stairs leading to the 2nd floor, his students just silently stare at the Princess, they are not happy and then immediately follow Clark.

"Eh boy, I haven't made you hot chocolate yet" the inn's wife who just picked up a towel for Princess Vania and the guards immediately hardened her voice because she wanted to tell Clark.

"I've told you, don't bother~" he replied just reaching the 2nd floor as well as his students.

"Huh .. when I want to make it" his grunts slightly complained, of course the sound is still conveyed to the ears of Princess Vania.

"They're good people, yeah"

"Ah, yes, Princess. They were really good people, even to the point of helping us deal against the bandits" he put down the towel he had brought. First give the towel to the Princess and then continue to give the rest of the towel to the bodyguard.

"Well, so there's such a nice guy" Princess Vania still showed her composure, she continued drinking hot chocolate.

On the 2nd floor of the inn, Clark and his students were in one room. Clark lay in his bed while his students stood looking at his master, not forgetting the adult female who teased out of Clara's large scythe.

"How does it feel to get in and out of a sickle?" Clark asked, the question he asked Flera, the crescent spirit who had just come out.

"Very easy, it's all thanks to Master. I was so free to go in and out" Reply Flera was happy, he went up to the bed and hugged Clark who was still lying down. Flera's large peach touched his master's chest, causing Clark to suddenly feel an unpleasant premonition if this continued.

"Hehe .. master~" both of his students' gazes sharpened, one showed a wide but scary smile the other just stared intently but once he saw it would know it would be different than usual.

20 Seconds later.

"Hwahh .. master, Clara loves your warm hands" Clara is like turning into a kitten once she gets her favorite elusan.

"Kyahhh, the master caressed me as well. Comfortable, best master hand, I am very, very, very, very, very fond of it. Hehe, her face is also always sweet and looks cool, my dear master, I will not give you to that little insect" Elena said.

(That is Princess Vania)

Both of his disciples had already not shown such a sinister glare as before. Simply by stroking them, they can return to normal like animals that have been obedient to their masters. If you think it's very strange, but how else, Clark has changed their personalities.

Their current master was only sweating when he thought of their next course of action if it was not dealt with by him directly "Just bother, my fault is changing them too much" that was how he had in mind at the moment.

If Flera was just sitting in a chair looking at his master's two disciples who were having fun.