Chapter 344 - 17: Netherworld
Roman had dinner, sent for a maid to heat some water, and bathed in a wooden tub to wash away the winter’s chill and snow. Even during his bath, he felt somewhat troubled by the day’s events.
Roman, wrapped in his robe, returned to his bedroom and was surprised to discover that the thick fur blanket on the bed was raised up, hiding the body of someone lying across it, but he could see, by the flickering candlelight and the external snow glow, the dark, blood-red hair spread across the pillow.
"Margaret, how come it’s you?" Roman said.
"Your Highness, I’m warming your bed," the Scarlet Witch replied.
"But where is Shasta?"
"I talked to her. Today, it’s my turn to protect you."
Roman was always surprised by Margaret’s delicately charming appearance, her beautiful face had a girlish look to it, seemingly just in puberty, and she was just over one meter six, not as tall as Shasta’s one meter seven, and her figure and body also resembled those of a live young girl, inevitably arousing a sense of pity.
Her attire, however, was another story. She favored blood-colored clothing, and her eyes and hair were blood-red too, a demeanor filled with dark, dreadful aura.
The maids in the castle most feared interacting with Margaret, worried she would drink their blood. And then Shasta, too distant, was an unapproachable ice queen... These witches were truly problematic.
Margaret pulled the blanket up to her chin, turned to her side, resting on the soft pillow, gazing unwaveringly at Roman.