Who Spent the Night with the Tower Master (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 136

Claire couldn’t utter a single word.

Her face, swollen like a balloon, was so badly crushed that it was nearly impossible to recognize her features. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking—her mashed face made it hard to show any expression at all.

It was a shame I couldn’t see the look of disappointment and anger I expected.

“You always used to tell me, like a broken record, to know my place.”

I was afraid of you. Truly afraid. Especially because you were the first person of your kind I’d ever encountered in my life.

I wondered how someone could be so selfish and brimming with malice, finding joy in tormenting others.

But now, I think I understand a little.

“It was you who never knew your place.”

It’s surprisingly fun to torment someone you hate enough to kill.

“Even that saying about beatings being medicine was all lies. You took that thrashing and still didn’t come to your senses—just look at how you’re staring at me even now.”

“…….”

“Don’t look at me like that. If you have even a shred of conscience left, you shouldn’t be looking at me that way. Anyone seeing us might think I did this to you.”

Why does she get angry after being the one who did wrong?

If her face hadn’t been so crushed, I knew exactly what expression she’d wear. Even buried beneath that puffed-up, distorted face, her eyes were venomous and full of malice—if her limbs had been intact, she probably would have lunged at me like a madwoman, shrieking wildly.

“Seriously, why did you do it?”

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