Herbert raised the longsword, slashing his own wrist, and vigorously flung out the golden blood.
Then, squinting his eyes, he shouted boldly:
"In the name of purity—Holy Flame Purification!!!"
The Holy Blood ignited instantly in midair, transforming into streams of holy flame that descended upon the remaining stubborn filth.
Boom!!!
Especially that large bed, which burned fiercely, and the billowing smoke reminded Herbert of a certain unfortunate twin towers... burning frighteningly.
But the bed itself wasn't truly burning; it was the filth within it that was burning furiously, getting purified by the holy flame.
A moment later, the bed stopped burning and returned to its original luxurious appearance, exuding a fragrance similar to one left by the sun's rays.
Of course, even after his personal purification, Herbert still wouldn't want to lie on it—he despised it mentally.
With the holy power, Herbert finally cleaned the entire inside and out thoroughly.
