The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 167

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TL: I think last time I didn’t say it clear enough. But my hiatus will start after I complete this novel (hopefully I’ll finish it in 3 months).

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And that was not all. Seria’s hand, completely against her will, began to slide into Lesche’s shirt without resistance. The hand moved of its own accord, as if it wanted to peel off Lesche immediately.

“What are you doing?”



Though Lesche’s reaction was more perplexing.

He stared, alternating between Seria’s face and her hands. Her hands, which had lost their strength, slid down the buttoned shirt without success, and she began to unbutton them one by one herself.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

Contrary to what he had heard, Lesche’s eyes were completely fixed on Seria. How surprised she was even in a situation where she was half out of her mind….

It was fortunate that there were only Susan and Abigail in the bedroom.

Susan left with Abigail, smiling with relief, and the doctor hurriedly examined Seria as if he didn’t know where to put his eyes and left the bedroom.

The faithful doctor didn’t forget to say a few words to Lesche before he went out.

“You must be patient for at least two days.” (*poor Lesche)

Seria fully understood why he dared to say those words. That was how tightly her body was attached to Lesche. By that time she could have guessed the cause of this crazy situation.

“This is caused by the side effects. A side effect of the power. You hear me?”

“I hear you, Seria.”

“…….”

Seria’s body was like a can that was now completely empty.

She was so horrified by Liegel and the demons, she used all her strength in her body and released all her sacred power when Tuban said to use as much as power as she could.

The emptied power went up quickly, but it was not without side effects.

But, if she had known the side effects would be something like this…

Tuban said Seria was the only Stern with moon’s blood, and that the Berg was a family that had kept moon’s bones as heirlooms. That was why her body madly wanted Berg’s master…

As a result, her body now seemed to hate that Lesche was wearing clothes.

Because of the hands that were constantly trying to take it off without success, in a matter of minutes, Lesche took off his jacket himself.