Chapter 214: My Neck Will Be Your Sheath (1)
The Corpse Queen.
The skull mask that covered her face was pulled off.
Inside was a very familiar face, one that hadn't changed much since she was eight years old.
Eyes as big as deer's, always moist whenever she looked this way, dark eyebrows, a sharp nose, and plump lips.
The only thing that has changed a little is that most of the fat on the cheeks has disappeared, all the freckles on the face have disappeared, and the color combination of the black and white eyes has changed.
Morg Camus.
She was looking at him, her expression exactly the same as the last time he had seen her in Vikir's memory.
The face streaked with tears and snot, the expression that now refused to speak, the hoarse throat.
It was as if time had stood still since that moment when she had fought to the death against the 'Madame of the Eightlegs' in the depth of the Black and Red Mountain.
"...."
Vikir was silent for a moment.