Delithia shamelessly groped Order’s chest, lifting her breasts and letting them drop with a delighted grin.<span style="color: #a64dff">“It’s a shame all Seraphim women don’t look like this. I would fix their population issues over night. Mmm, impregnating a dozen beautiful feathered women… Oh, Amry, you’re going to be seeing stars tonight.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">“A Warden with a reincarn… what? Part of me thinks you’re just making up stories about these crazy people you encounter. But that’s why I like you.”</span>The mention of Jazrine made the Elf pale and shake his head. “Um- und-d-derstood loud and… c-clear. No more trouble. No more.” He stuttered heavily and spoke in broken Common.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>