C1191 On Account

Her black hair was drenched in sweat as she looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not utter a sound, not even a single word of pain.

If this was his goal, then he had succeeded. He had succeeded in turning her into someone who was neither human nor ghost, and it was better to live than to die.

"Are you satisfied?" Her voice was hoarse and weak