Lady Devil - Chapter 200

“Ah….”

“Aah…!”

It was an unidentifiable woman’s scream. The muffled cry echoed through a distant corner of the palace corridor. However, it had subsided by the time Johannes opened his eyes.

Johannes slowly opened and closed his eyelids, heavy with sleep. As he lifted his unfocused gaze, he saw the round ceiling of the fine silk canopy bed and the gleaming beams. A cool night air permeated the surroundings. The feeling of the blanket wrapping around his limbs was strangely damp. Even in his hazy state of mind, he sensed something strange. Where…

Here.

It wasn’t Idris’s dwelling. Not the low, red wooden ceiling drenched in twilight. The height seemed so distant, as if one couldn’t reach it even stretching their arms three times. He lay there blankly for a while, eyes open. To be honest, it wasn’t a place entirely unfamiliar to him. It looked familiar. He just couldn’t recall its exact name. The impression that came to him was as faint as scenery revisited after many years. With both his mind and vision clouded as if having swallowed a mouthful of mist…. No. Anyway….

“…Vinetta?”

To his dazed call, Johannes’s bedroom remained silent. There was no sign of her. Johannes fumbled and patted the space beside him a couple of times. Nothing. No arms or waist to embrace. He turned his head limply. Still, she was nowhere to be seen. Where did she go…

“Open your eyes…!”

“Just once, young lady, look at this nurse just once…!”

Just once more, before dawn breaks, I want to look into your eyes and share your breath.

As Johannes was pondering his lover’s whereabouts in his hazy consciousness, he suddenly laughed like an echo. His ‘sister’ had most likely gone to the well. She would sneak out on tiptoe, afraid of being seen, soak a clean towel in cold water, then come back to shake his shoulder awake, pestering him to wipe her body. She’s a girl raised too delicately to know how to properly wring out even a single wet towel. Even with his blurred vision, he could clearly see Giovinetta’s stubbornness, bringing that dripping thing all the way to the bed.

‘Hey, young lady. What are you doing?’ he would tease with a laugh, and she would immediately raise her eyebrows saying, ‘Well, you should have set a good example first, shouldn’t you?’ His lover, naked in the soft moonlight, would pout her lips coyly. With such expectations, he couldn’t help but be pleased. But, Giovinetta…. Something was strange.

Were you my ‘sister’?

“Lady Ivet…! My lady…!”

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