Lady Devil - Chapter 193

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Johannes lowered his head and stared at his fingernails. They were more like claws, one would believe. Weapons curled up there, black as pitch, that could easily tear apart his delicate sister’s skin. He acknowledged it slowly, silently.

Violence.

That was the only difference between Xavier, who obtained her eyes, and Johannes, who failed. Moreover, while his sister could only obtain a knife after a long struggle, he was already a weapon just by existing. Inette. Your kindness to me will be my only crime.

He retracted his claws. Both the past Idris and his current empty shell curled up entirely before her. Hair shattering into pieces in the midday sun. Arms that would snap in two with just a gentle twist. An ailing body. Even the bitter scent of medicinal herbs, you…

As tender and lovely as you were, you were frightening.

For that reason, he could never take what he could have had at any time. No. He chose not to take it. Thus, “fragility” was her innate weapon.

How it pained him that he couldn’t harm her even as his heart burned. He couldn’t count the nights he spent sleepless, his chest aching. They were merely two sides of the same coin, but he hadn’t realized it until now.

Forgive me. Please forgive me, Idris…. The cowardice that made him tremble before her. You should cherish me, Johannes. The arrogance that provoked Valdemar’s eldest son even while confined to the women’s quarters. The ecstatic yet cold eyes that abandoned only that one person in each of Valdemar’s fortresses in the wilderness wells, as if giving alms. Even the domineering aspect Johannes himself had fantasized about was all the language of the weak. Idris! Johannes…! What will you do with me?

“I know well that you, being good, wouldn’t dare to harm me.”

His beautiful and vulgar girl thrashes about like a wild beast. He crumbles. I’ll hurt you. Only then… will you resent me with all your might and long for me, as you did with Xavier. This night.

Realize that this man, who silently wishes to be trampled by your fair and naive bare feet, and desires to be trampled again, is truly your king. Sadly, this body isn’t one that can die as easily as Xavier’s. So you, awakened to reality, live only under my permission like a captured beast. Because there’s no way to kill me even if you wanted to, harbor a grudge in your belly that makes you suddenly want to die, and think only of me. Understood?

Giovinetta.

At this thought, his smile becomes quite gentle. Beneath his soft face, his entire body was endlessly breaking apart, finding its true form. From inside his solar plexus, tendons that had been pulling and constricting the fabric called Johannes, maintaining the balanced shape of a human, snapped one by one.

Flesh and joints burst out. A noise that one would expect to hear in a slaughterhouse echoed through his sister’s quiet bedchamber. Finally, even his golden hair darkened as if burning. And Johannes simply let his body swell and blacken.

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