Lady Devil - Chapter 146

146.

The sound of flesh being torn echoed with a slap. It was the sound of him striking Griselda’s cheek. It was an unrestrained slap, done reflexively, and Griselda’s gaze, which had almost turned half a circle, snapped back like a spring. Ah… oh dear…. Sighs of regret spread in murmurs among the mouths gathered at the training ground. Meanwhile.

“I told you… to get out of the way….”

Johannes was trembling like an aspen tree, unable to control his anger. Though Griselda was the one suddenly struck, he was the one gasping for breath with a shocked expression, as if he had been hit instead. Focus was finally returning to his pupils, which had been as dull as those of a corpse until now. At last, he clearly recognized Griselda’s gaze.

The whites of the woman’s eyes staring at her young master’s face as if to bore through it. They were glistening with extreme anger. However, as a subordinate, she couldn’t even make a brief plea. This… is….

His heart tightened once again, with a different meaning than before.

Quickly, a series of events began to connect in Johannes’ mind, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Today. He had come out to train as usual. As usual, he had nocked an arrow, and in that moment lost his senses, then startled by his brother’s touch, he had broken the bowstring. Ah, so that’s why there was a wou… nd on his cheek….

Wound.

Johannes instantly raised a hand to cover the wound. Again, that. That is, those bright red threads might crawl out from under his skin. Even though he already ‘knew from experience’ that it wouldn’t react to such a ‘shallow scratch’, intense anxiety raced through him.

Johannes could barely see anything. Just that this appearance must not be shown. That if it were seen, it would be the end. He felt like he was going crazy, as if the gazes rushing in from all directions were cutting into every bit of his flesh. Unable to control his breathing, he unconsciously took a step back. That simple action was done with such force that it was actually more surprising he didn’t fall backwards. And that one step was the beginning.

He ran away.

One more step back. Two more steps. Again. And again. At some point he turned and dashed all the way to his bedroom. What was the point of coming to his senses? There was absolutely nothing he could salvage.

Arriving at the entrance to his bedroom nearly falling forward, he closed the door with a bang loud enough to ensure not even an ant could intrude, then immediately tried to slide the bolt. But his fingertips trembled so much that he failed to do so.

He threw the lock to the floor. Yet he still couldn’t calm down at all. In the end, he paced around the entire inner chamber, panting as if by habit. Griselda’s fiery gaze seemed to persistently follow his back even now. No, it’s certain. He can feel it without even having to look. Ah, even Winfrid’s teary gaze, afraid in anticipation.

I said to get your hands off.

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