Lady Devil - Chapter 211

That day. After the evening feast.

After finishing a modest meal with the princess alone in her chamber, Griselda immediately went to Johannes’ bedroom. Her steps, repeatedly treading on the red sunset cast in the corridor, were filled with impatience. She barely bothered to respond to the servants who bowed their heads politely towards her. Throughout her walk, her mind was consumed with the thought of facing the devil. You, could it be that you love your sister?

She stood before the thick door.

Hesitated for a very brief moment.

She raised her fist, which had inevitably become sweaty, and knocked on the door. She heard footsteps slowly approaching, breaking through the long silence. While waiting, she hurriedly lowered her hand and wiped her palm on her apron. Was it truly this unsettling? Even with her tightly closed mouth, she found it difficult to conceal her anxiety. Click. The door opened.

“……”

Johannes, standing straight, said nothing. He merely looked down at Griselda for a moment with a dry, sunken gaze, then turned towards the inside as if granting permission to enter. Without even asking her business, the boy simply walked towards the central table, seeming to have already known the identity of the visitor before opening the door.

It wasn’t particularly surprising. He must have known with his unholy talents. Griselda slowly stepped inside, as if pushing her foot into a beast’s lair. However, she couldn’t bring herself to approach the devil closely and instead stood awkwardly by the doorway.

“Are you busy?”

She asked abruptly, without even bothering with proper etiquette as if it were a given. Johannes turned to look at her.

“No.”

Johannes, who had been gazing at her from afar, turned his head back. Despite Griselda’s rudeness, there was no sign of surprise or displeasure on his delicate features. He merely looked haggard under his eyes. Perhaps he was accustomed to such treatment from his supposed nursemaid, and in truth, he looked quite tired in a manner unbefitting him. Even as he reached for the water jug to fill his cup, his movements were heavy.

As if they had received a silent cue from Johannes, the two page boys who were about to attend to his water suddenly halted all their actions.

“We’ll take our leave.”

The boys immediately bowed and left the bedroom, passing by Griselda. Left alone, Griselda wasted no time in speaking her mind.

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