Lady Devil - Chapter 212

“Even if you approach the young lady with your body adorned lavishly, it will only be an unforgivable sin even in death, and even if you approach with your body stripped bare, it will only make the young lady’s innards terribly nauseated, so for such a person to dare blame their own faults would rather be improper. Yes. You are… after all the young lady’s blood relative, yet a monster dragging the young lady’s ankle into the swamp.”

Griselda saw Johannes press his lips tightly shut. Below his deeply furrowed brow, his distorted eyes stared at her as if about to die. A chill-like heat seemed to be raging wildly in the center of his chest, behind his back. Griselda thought he would soon break into sobs.

“The murderer who harmed the young lady’s husband. It was you, wasn’t it?”

“……”

“With such a background, how dare you…”

Contempt was clearly evident in her words. She did not avert her gaze for a moment from the sinner with a seemingly noble face. When was it? She had long ago thought that the gaze of the monster silently staring at the face of the sister who had shared the same womb was not ordinary.

But because it had removed only the cunning stubbornness from a face that was the spitting image of the princess, leaving only a mature and kind impression, she had not realized it. Its deep, dark intentions.

At that moment, Griselda’s eyes flew open wide. A long flash of belated realization seemed to brush past her eyes. It was a tail of light that instantly illuminated even the corners of the floor. How could this be.

She had been deceived.

For quite a long time.

“How… could this be possible.”

She began to tremble with shocked eyes.

“I, not knowing this… like a fool… I built a bridge between the young lady and you.”

One step, then another. She approached Johannes without realizing it herself. She raised her twitching, dry fingers and briefly grasped his shoulder. As her uneasy suspicion turned to certainty, even the contempt she had felt earlier was gone. She felt only the sensation of anger at being deceived and shame at witnessing her own foolishness mixing like black and yellow oil, climbing up her spine. In the end, it felt as if the back of her neck had been cut across. Her shoulder blades were numb and hot.

“You didn’t… seduce your young sister when no one noticed, did you?”

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