“Do I look like I’m joking? s*x magic is on par with blood magic, you know, though of course it’s more acceptable considering it does not require sacrifices and killing.”
Zamiel snarls at him, seeing that his face remained gaping while throwing a glare.
“How does that even work?”
He blurts out, no longer holding on to his tone.
There was this part of him that could not believe it, thinking that the ancient was foiling with him.
That got the old being pondering, scratching his chin to think of how to say it properly.
The guy then turns to the hieroglyphs once more, pointing out parts of it.
“Oh, according to this, the current guardian hound is to partake in the act first with the grand priestess, or priest, temporarily transferring the being to them, then the next in line for the tit
