Chapter 137

Too busy to care about her loss of composure, La Signora said urgently: "Where is he?"

Boris bit the bullet and said: "This... the subordinate is still searching, please wait a while, my lady."

La Signora just wanted to be furious, then immediately calmed down.

Even if she knew now, so what? Was she going to see him in this state?

Touching her broken right face covered by the mask, she didn't dare to show her incomplete self.

Unless one day she could solve this.

Even if she was the Crimson Witch of Embers who was ruthless and covered in unclean blood, La Signora still wanted to show him her most perfect side as much as possible.

With the obsession of five hundred years fading away, her deepest inner self was still that girl at the Windblume Festival who sang ballads to the person she liked.

That Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter who dared to chase her lover for thousands of miles.