They are mixed into one.
Valente's room 190
After seeing such a strange sight, Clark couldn't help but look shocked. He was all too aware that humans were irreversibly changed by the invasion of the dimensional powers of otherworldly gods. Butler Valente and Miss Hera were obvious. When Clark and Millay were busy investigating the truth of the castle, they once opened a portal to an alien god dimension. What surprised Clark was that they suffered only physical "scars" and not mental consciousness. However, he was not pletely obsessed with his illness.
This means either their original conscious beliefs are strong enough or they are murderous and delusional in nature.
From this perspective, Mr. Clark could not help but override all concerns. The two people in front of me were the true villains of Blizzard Castle.
``You just casually walked into the ladies' room. Even though you are a guest of the castle, I won't let you do anything else, Mr. Clark.'' Valente, the butler, looked at Clark with cold eyes and smiled, pointing his finger. I inserted it. Two rows of teeth protrude from its mouth, creating an opening-and-closing mouth part.
Miss Hera smiled strangely. Although his body was deformed, his voice was still gentle, "If Mr. Clark wants to find me, please call me. Why bother contacting me? If possible, I really want to I want to bee one with you first.''
Clark secretly rejected Miss Hela's "kindness" and, with sweaty palms, tried his best to remain calm and asked, "Did you use magic again earlier?"
"You really know that...no wonder you're acting so strange." Valente the butler raised his eyebrows, noticed the cat-tooth bracelet on the ground, and looked a little amused. He said with a smile. that's OK…"
"What riddles are you talking about? What do you know?" Clark frowned. From the look on Valente's face, he seemed to know even more.
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