Lady Devil - Chapter 220

Of course, you have never engaged in prostitution. No one would have desired the flesh of a barbaric apostate. Kretzman, judging by your crazed cheeks and fastidious gaze, you would never have set foot in a brothel to purchase a lowly body. For you, sexual desire was merely a cheap possession of lazy good-for-nothings. Or is this just the baseless speculation of an ignorant third party?

However, now I recall your expression as you declared your long and unfortunate family history, as if taking revenge on me.

“…Before my eldest son, who suffered from a pitiful fever and ultimately abandoned his sick family, and his weak and wicked lover, ah! This body was gloriously divided…”

You spoke so proudly and laughed deeply.

Such obsession, such cruelty.

It’s a madness that can never be displayed by someone blinded in just one day. It is the nature of a person who has devoted their entire life to a single goal, consumed by it. Such a person tends to discard even the rest they shouldn’t avoid and the surroundings they shouldn’t reject. Let alone dalliances with women.

You were exactly such a person, whom I could only witness after finally awakening the devil’s flesh in a ‘complete’ way, unable to bear watching Johannes go mad day by day. You, who was obsessed, despairing, enraged, corrupted, even separating your soul and body, tying half of it to the devil’s flesh.

Kretzman.

That night, I went to a brothel, a place you would surely have despised.

“Seems they’ve given up.”

The woman who had been peering over my head, watching the outside, suddenly whispered lowly. Feeling her breath on the back of my head, I focused on the direction she was looking. Nowhere in the crowded street could I see any angry men.

Nevertheless, I stood with my back and palms spread wide against the wall. Thankfully, the alley we had slipped into was secluded. Had someone seen my exaggerated childlike gestures then, they would surely have made an astonished sound. Saying something like, a grown woman playing such a strange game. I understand.

Though the unsettled mood of my fleeing companion was clearly transmitted to the nape of my neck, the corners of my mouth, which had risen so high, showed no signs of coming down. The chase scene in this unfamiliar land only fueled my already heightened excitement.

“We’re safe.”

The woman leaned her head back against the wall and let out a shallow sigh. I sighed along with her and then mimicked her, relaxing my entire body. The opposite wall exuded a damp lime smell. The alley was so narrow. Our noses were almost touching the crumbling stone walls as we stood side by side.

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