She walked forward and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Herion.
"You saved my life," she said, lowering her head. "From now on, I am yours."
She was strikingly beautiful even in her weak state. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders in messy waves. Her figure was elegant and curved, and even under the torn cloth she carried herself with natural grace. Dirt stained her skin, but it could not hide her features.
She walked forward and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Herion.
"You saved my life," she said, lowering her head. "From now on, I am yours."
Herion's face twitched and sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He waved both hands in panic.
"Girl, it is okay. You do not need to do that," he said quickly.
"No, no," she insisted, pressing her forehead to the ground. "From the moment you freed me, I swear in the name of the Beast God that I will be yours."
Herion froze. He blinked twice.
"Is there a Beast God?" he asked seriously.
