(S1) Chapter 52: Glory

She looks beautiful in that yellow dress.

Her loose wavy long hair reaches her waist, her hands are politely holding in front of her, and the way she looks down at me is majestic. She smells so sweet like a cake. I've never seen a woman like this who can drive me crazy just by looking at her for about 300 years. Unfortunately, she's an enemy. She must be casting a spell at me behind visibility.

"Biaco is your target, no?" she spoke and that voice shivered me. "I will not allow you to cross this staircase until you cancel your command to those werewolves. Please stop what you're doing. Or else I will."

I cleared my throat and stretched my arms. No, it's not the perfect time to impress her—somehow I felt that I wanted to. She's raising an eyebrow at me. I look at the upper floor. "Then I'm not going to use that staircase anymore," I sighed, yet when I was about to jump to that upper floor, she was standing behind me in the blink of an eye. Pressing the tip of her finger on my nape w