Lady Devil - Chapter 209

Griselda’s gaze, with her shoulders hunched in shock and frozen stiff, barely rises half a span. She saw the profile of the heir who had arrived like lightning. Contrary to her expectations, the heir standing facing the door had a pale, startled look. Where had the red energy that had swept in like a storm gone? His raised eyebrows looked anxious like a child left by the water’s edge, with a dazed expression. For this reason, Griselda felt even more frightened.

Why. Suddenly.

“…Net.”

The boy whispers abruptly.

His lips slightly parted, seemingly unaware. His cheeks drained of color as if witnessing loss for the first time in his life. With all that giving a frighteningly innocent impression, the heir looked as if he couldn’t believe the door that had just closed right in front of him. He stared at the door in front of him without saying a word, with such a vacant gaze, for several seconds.

Then suddenly, his gaze fell briefly on the door handle.

His blue eyes looking down shook greatly. It was a tremor like someone who had just realized there was a handle there, having been completely unaware of its existence until then. So until that moment, the air surrounding the devil had been perfectly intact.

But Griselda had no choice but to hold her breath. Why? Some kind of chill arose. In the midst of the quiet where even the midsummer midday sun seemed to have lost its presence, her heart was beating unusually fiercely.

There was a premonition. A premonition that something would soon come again. A flame that goes out in an instant often consumes the firewood more fiercely. It seemed that Griselda herself was not the only one who had forgotten to breathe. No noise or commotion could be heard from the crowd standing behind the heir. Creak. What is this….

Is this the sound of the heir grabbing the doorknob?

Is this the sound of the heir grinding his molars?

Before she could find an answer, the devil’s gaze rose again. Now once again, only Johannes’ profile was in Griselda’s view. Fire was rising again in the boy’s eyes that had been so flawless.

“…Inet.”

Griselda saw Johannes’ jawline tremble slightly. As if swallowing back the name he had just uttered. He rests his forehead on the door. His quivering lips opened slightly.

“Step aside, Inet.”

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