He himself hadn't realized it; someone who should have been as steady as the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range suddenly seemed a dozen years younger, transformed into a competitive youth.
Desire and ambition can make a person younger.
And the Enchantresses of the Padric family are masters of this intoxicating power, spreading corruption is as easy as breathing for them. Countless legends who once ruled the roost in Hell have become their captives... The only ones who could give them headaches are the madmen of the Colin family.
Lady Pink Hair finally withdrew her gaze.
She turned around, and for the first time, she looked directly at the young merchant, her eyes filled with an even deeper joy tinged with an inscrutable mischievousness.
"Mr. Colin."
A certain unfaithful bastard seemed lately to be enjoying himself so much he became oblivious to Hell.
As someone's nominal superior, she decided to add a harmless twist to that bad guy's script.
Colin?
