Lady Devil - Chapter 142

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Without clear intent, Johannes tried to flee aimlessly. It was impossible. He didn’t know where that slender body of the young lady, unfamiliar with hardship, found such strength. Ah, ah, ah. Between Johannes’ lips, which were shuddering centered on the wrist pinned under his mother’s grip, something that was neither tears nor screams flowed wildly. It was a more pitiful sight than a beast caught in a trap.

“Wait, m-mother… Wait…”

His free arm flapped wildly like a flag in a storm. After pushing and hitting the innocent table bang! bang!, it finally bent unnaturally and went over to the opposite shoulder as if embracing his own body. It was in the direction where the young lady stood, but Johannes’ fingertips couldn’t even reach the hem of her sleeve.

Ah. Ah. Ah. Even as he twisted his waist like a snake, over and over, as if about to break and die, even as he stretched out his arm with the intention of striking down the enemy who set the trap, he couldn’t reach. Yes, that woman. She was no longer his mother or kin, just a hunter trying to slaughter him.

The dagger continued to strike down. The young lady struck persistently. She peeled away mercilessly. Until the ligaments and muscles of the boy’s wrist were severed. Cutting through the bone, until the still-thin wrist was completely severed. Thoroughly and ruthlessly. The blade was too small to kill a person in one strike.

“Stop… P-please. I beg… Ah!”

Johannes began to plead.

Of course, there was no answer. Johannes could only watch with his own eyes the sight of his arm being amputated. Again, ah. Ah. Ah. Hot blood clung to the repeatedly striking blade of the dagger, splattering into the air, in all directions.

For some, it would have been a scene from hell.

It was a dark and bloody scene that seemed to have been printed like a frenzied woodcut depicting the state of ‘shock’. The shock couldn’t even lead to pain. In the end, Johannes couldn’t even hear the sound of his own screams. Just the sensation of the ground collapsing beneath his feet. No other thoughts came to mind. Suddenly, his body….

Slipped.

He fell backward, kneeling. Without any resistance. Johannes’ eyelids, lying on the floor like a rag, opened as if about to tear. There, on the table. The ‘thing’ that had been his hand, which had fixed his entire body to the table, was crawling like an insect. Soon, even the cross-section of the severed wrist came into Johannes’ view. Only then did he realize. That he….

Had been cut in two. Ah.

Johannes fell sideways with a deep groan.

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