Louisa was stunned. “What… What?”
When Louisa was brought in, her eyes were covered with a blindfold. The room was dimly lit, with only a few faint, yellow candles flickering in the darkness,
So Louisa didn’t recognize where she was.
When she heard the voice and opened her eyes, she didn’t bother to look around. Instead, her gaze was immediately drawn to the figure standing about ten feet away.
Louisa asked in a panic, “Who… Who are you?”
Eliza noticed Louisa staring at her, her gaze fixed and unwavering. With a slight raise of her brow, she said, “I’m Eliza, the Holy Lady of Walden you’ve been searching for.”
“You? The Holy Lady of Walden?” Louisa’s weak voice suddenly shot up, her tone and expression filled with disbelief.
She shook her head. “Impossible! The portrait–you look nothing like the person in the portrait!”
Whether it was her appearance, demeanor, or even her aura, everything about Eliza seemed so different. It was as if they were two entirely different people.
Eliza chuckled softly. “Maybe the portrait you saw wasn’t of me.”
Louisa’s gaze darkened, her eyes sharp and intense. “Come closer. Let me get a better look at you.”
Eliza took a step forward.
Louisa said, “Closer… I still can’t see clearly”
Eliza took another step forward.
Suddenly, the sound of rattling chains broke the silence. Louisa yanked at her restraints and lunged forward, teeth bared, aiming straight for Eliza’s face.
“Your Grace!” Startled by the sudden attack, the Black Flag soldiers immediately drew their swords, the sharp sound of steel cutting through the tense atmosphere
Eliza stood motionless, not even flinching as Louisa lunged at her. In the end, Louisa’s teeth snapped down on nothing but air.
Eliza had anticipated Louisa’s intentions and stopped just a step beyond her reach.
That single step was all it took to keep Louisa’s vicious bite from landing
Realizing her effort had been wasted, Louisa slumped back against the torture rack, baring her teeth into a twisted grin. ” Oh, so you figured out I was going for your face, huh?”
Yes, this lunatic Louisa had just tried to rip the flesh off Eliza’s face with her teeth, all in a deranged attempt to ruin her beauty.
‘Did I need to guess?‘ Eliza remained where she was, her gaze calm and unshaken as she said, “Your killing intent has been so obvious. It’s practically written all over you.”
“So you really are the Holy Lady of Walden. But that just makes me want to kill you even more!” Louisa burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.
Her laughter was wild, unhinged, a clear display of her madness.
She couldn’t tolerate the existence of a woman more beautiful than herself. The moment she laid eyes on Eliza’s face, her murderous intent surged uncontrollably
“No wonder they call you the most beautiful woman in Hasen City. When I saw that portrait, I scoffed. A delicate, fake display of beauty like that? The so–called ‘most beautiful? But now that I’ve seen you in person, I realize those groveling servants in Hasen City dared to deceive me. One day, I’ll skin both the woman in that portrait and those servants alive!” Delicate… Hearing this description, Eliza immediately guessed who the woman in the portrait was.
Eliza sneered, “While 1, too, would be curious to see you skin the woman in that portrait. It’s a pity, Louisa, that you’re already beyond redemption.”
“Beyond redemption? Huh. What a joke. What crime have 1 committed? Go on, tell me!” Louisa laughed agair filled with defiance as she refused to admit an Successfully unlocked!
vice
Eliza strode toward the stone platform nearby, hes gaze sweeping over we assortment of tools laid out on it.
She began, “I told you to take a good look at this place, but instead, you were too busy gawking at my face. Now that you’ve had your fill, why don’t you take another look? Sure, it’s a bit empty since some things were moved, but don’t tell me you don’t recognize it.”
578.Chapter 578
“This place?” Louisa frowned slightly, but her expression quickly shifted as her eyes widened in shock You, you broke into the governor’s mansion?”
Louisa wondered, ‘Impossible!
This place is guarded by sorcerers. How could they possibly get in?
“Wait… Could it be…”
Louisa asked cautiously, “The mighty Prince Regent’s men are keeping sorcerers now?”
“Wrong quess.” Eliza picked up one of the torture tools and walked toward Louisa Sorcerers? Sure, they’re strong, but ! can’t stand them. Foreigners waltzing into Bortenland like they own the place, killing our people as if it’s nothing. And you- whether you’re an official or a noble–you’re still Bortenland citizens. Yet you colluded with these outsiders, occupying territories, slaughtering innocents, committing atrocities beyond imagination. People like you deserve to die!”
The moment her words fell, Eliza’s dagger gleamed coldly as it slashed across Louisa’s face, leaving a deep, jagged mark.
The searing pain froze Louisa’s expression instantly. The next moment, she screamed, “Ahh! My face! You wretched woman! How dare you cut my face?”
Her shriek pierced the air, sharper and more desperate than before.
Louisa’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage, panic, fear, and hatred, all colliding in a chaotic mess that momentarily distorted her features beyond recognition.
Eliza’s eyes narrowed as she caught the fleeting change. “There’s definitely something off about your face.”
It wasn’t just the earlier distortion. There was also the strange, oily liquid mixed with blood seeping from the wound on Louisa’s face.
‘Is that… grease?‘ Eliza thought, her gaze sharpening.
Vexara above her head stirred faintly, as if resonating with her realization.
At that moment, everything clicked. She understood what the substance was and why Nolan had mentioned the stench of death clinging to Louisa.
“You killed those women, extracted corpse oil, and smeared it on your face?” Eliza’s voice was sharp with disbelief and disgust.
Louisa snapped, her voice shrill and unhinged. “What do you know? What could you understand?
“Yes, I killed them! I turned them into corpse oil! So what? Those pathetic insects should be honored. They gave my face
value!”
Her gaze locked onto Eliza’s face, her expression crazed and obsessive. That face was so perfect. She might have lost, but she wasn’t done yet.
Louisa sneered, “You pity them? Of course you do! You’re the merciful Holy Lady, always pitying the world! Fine, then! If you care so much, give me your face!
“Give me your face, and I swear I won’t kill another woman!”
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