Chapter 135 – Pure Madness
"Oh my. Already over?"
Both Anesthesia and Isolde felt their bodies quiver at the slurred, coquettish voice. Taking immediate distance from each other and trying to act as if nothing had happened, the two sisters snapped their heads toward the source at the same time.
Their hearts froze inside their chests.
Isolde, in particular, felt a deep and sudden sensation of doom settle over her head.
Standing in front of the closed door of the hall was Esmeray Hood. She was barely wearing anything: just a towel that barely covered her body. One wrong step and everything would be visible.
But that was not what left the sisters dazed and shocked, even if the sight contributed to it considerably.
No — it was the woman standing behind the Princess. Clearly around thirty years old, plain-faced but with a body worthy of a succubus, wearing an air of pure, unholy devotion.
