The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 144

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“Seria.”

Seria blinked slowly at the voice calling her. Warm steam rose in the air. It was a pure white ceramic bathtub in  the temple. The scent of sweet bath salts also tickled her nose.

She was like a ginseng that grew in that sweet and warm water. Perhaps because she had used all her divine power, her body was very tired. It was as if she could pass out at any moment.

She moved her eyes slowly. she immediately saw a hand rubbing her arm. It was a familiar hand. A soft, lathered hand moved up her arm. She looked at that hand blankly and opened her mouth.

“Before I went to the power measurement room, I asked Bibi for help. If something happens, make sure she stops it.”

The foamy hard hand paused. She opened her drooping eyelids as wide as they would go and spoke.

“If this becomes a topic of concern for me at the temple, I won’t be able to go out in public for about 10 years.”



The stopped hand did not move at all. It stood frozen on her shoulder. Seria moved her weak hand and grasped the back of it slightly.

A strong force contrasted with the weakness, and soon it held her hand strongly.

The skin on the foamy hand was slippery.

She lifted her eyes as she relaxed his hand in front of her chest. Red eyes were reflected in her vision.

“But I think it was my fault. I should have told Bibi to assassinate Marquis Haneton…” (Seria)

“…Assassinate?” (Lesche)

Lesche asked back. Seria closed her sleepy eyes and opened them again.

“I heard what Marquis Haneton said.” (Seria)

Linon was a very shrewd Chief Aide. It was because he quickly whispered to Seria what Kalis said and backed away.

“Were you angry? I should’ve come out earlier.” (Seria)

Lesche looked at Seria without saying a word. Seria chuckled.

“Come here.”

Seria reached out her arm and Lesche suddenly took off his gown. He walked straight into the bathtub. Seria was stunned.

No, she just wanted him to come closer with his upper body…

Swish.

The tub full of water overflowed and spilled onto the marble tiles. Lesche sat in the tub and sat Seria on top of his body. His arms were sturdy, as always, as he held Seria from behind and trapped her completely in his arms.

Unable to get back out, Seria stayed still and leaned her head against Lesche’s chest. The water, which was still hot, fluttered.

“Why do you come to me when I’m so sleepy?” (Seria)

“I was going to give you a bath.” (Lesche)

“I don’t need it.” (Seria)

“I’m not very good at this, am I?” (Lesche)

“Well, you’re not bad at it…” (Seria)

Seria coughed, and Lesche put his lips on her ear. Her body jolted a little.

“Lesche.”

Seria changed the subject. There was something she wanted to ask.

“Does Marquis Haneton say that whenever I’m not here?”