Chapter 237 – Seraphim Hood
Cassius's mouth was slightly open in an O shape, the current situation far too unexpected.
'Why does something always happen when I want to rest?' He instantly complained inwardly, beginning to think the world didn't want him to laze around even a moment.
However, he swiftly refocused on the current situation, staring at the smiling face of his aunt, Seraphim Hood.
The first thing that came to his mind — to his great shame, alas — was how disfigured her face was. Maps of scars covered every inch of it, from her lips to her nose, even the edges of her eyelids and eyebrows.
None of these scars looked healed at all. Some still trickled a wisp of blood, while others had infected the surrounding wounds, creating deep, rotting skin that refused to peel away and instead blackened.
Cassius had never taken the time to truly look at his aunt, and now that he did, he realised just how cruel and cold King Dantes Hood could be.
