The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 139

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“Lesche?”

As soon as the bedroom door closed, Seria called out his name.

“Can I see your face?”

She couldn’t even see his face, because she was carried on Lesche’s shoulder the whole way here. A large amount of divine power had escaped her, and Lesche would surely know.

But…she frowned and asked.

“Won’t I see your face forever?”



And finally, the strength in Lesche’s hand that was holding Seria firmly relaxed a little. Seria looked up.

“…….”

She had an idea why Abigail had said that Lesche’s eyes had gone crazy. Lesche’s eyes had an unusual red color. It was not a bright color, but more like a dark blood color. Perhaps that was why Lesche was so unapproachable, even after his eyes had subsided a bit.

This was what he looked like when he was angry.

Seria touched Lesche’s eyelids with her fingertips.

“Lesche.”

“…….”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Not at you.” (Lesche)

Lesche leaned his forehead lightly on Seria’s shoulder and gave a low sigh.

“Seria.”

He let out a breath and asked an unexpected question.

“Was I too violent in your eyes?” (Lesche)

“You threw your gloves. That’s fine.” (Seria)

“You’re generous.” (Lesche)

“I’m very thorough in my social practices. Your wife is very good.” (Seria)

Lesche laughed out loud. He looked up at Seria with a more relaxed expression than before. She cupped his cheeks lightly as she looked at him.

“I missed you.” (Seria)

The words were impulsive. Instantly, the eyes of Lesche, who was nearby, lightly wavered.

“Me too.” (Lesche)

“……..”

His words stabbed her strangely in the heart. Because Lesche started kissing her.

The hand that wrapped around the back of her neck was stronger than usual. It wasn’t a strong grip, but rather a forceful control, as if he was afraid that his strength would be more than necessary. The impatient kisses always made Seria run out of breaths. Lesche’s arms covered her body tightly.

“Ah…….”

She felt the pain and groaned without realizing it. At that moment, Lesche’s kisses stopped. He lifted his head, holding Seria with one arm and using his other hand to roll up Seria’s clothes. Lesche’s face hardened. He quickly laid Seria down on the bed and began to check her arms and under her clothes carefully.

“How did you get so many bruises? Didn’t they all heal when we left the manor?” (Lesche)

“I’m not sure I can wait three months.” (Seria)

Seria used all her power to find the result.

The tearful truth she learned in graduate school worked in the temple.

Lesche didn’t know she had rushed to use her power to activate the Holy relic for measuring the divine power.

After she briefly explained what she had just done, Lesche asked,