Chapter 35.2
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The moonlight illuminated the room in total darkness. Silviana took off her silk robe, revealing her voluptuous body. Had Bash been here, his rationality would have been shattered in an instant. He was fragile for a hero.
Silviana’s face suddenly turned to the side. There was a mirror in front of her. It was a gift to the royalty of each country, made in cooperation with the Alliance of the Four Races to celebrate the end of the war. It had several magical engravings on it and would not lose its luster for a hundred years. Even if it was destroyed by a club, it would be restored in an instant.
A fist struck the mirror. There was an unpleasant wet sound, and the mirror cracked. The cracks healed as if time rewound.
Silviana struck her fist again and again. The cracks healed instantly, but the surface of the mirror was left with red marks from the fist. Still, she didn’t stop hitting the mirror. The wet sound intensified and sounded sticky, but it continued.
Finally, without warning, the strange behavior came to an end. Silviana suddenly stopped and carefully wiped the mirror with a cloth she had placed beside it. Then she silently threw the cloth into the wastebasket and whispered a healing spell to heal the wound.
“…”
Silviana took her nightgown from the closet and put it on, then stood by the moonlit window and opened it. She looked towards the inn, the way Bash had gone. The icy whiteness of her face crumbled. The reflection behind her eyes was one of intense hatred. She bared her teeth and let out a low growl.
“What are you proud of, huh?” A murmur escaped the growl. The murmur was not only one of anger, but also of some confusion. It was as if what she had believed was actually something else. But there was no one there to hear it, and her voice only faded into the dark night…