Chapter 783: Delving Through Regrets, Part 3

The sun had vanished. It was the middle of the night again, and the outline of a dead woman was laid sprawled across the hard wooden floor.

"Feed," demanded a voice.

Another memory.

Adalia's shadow sat still and hunched, illuminated by the flicker of candlelight by the bedside. The blank void of her face permeated to be a pondering one, an apathetic one, the way she so callously regarded the lifeless corpse inches away from her bare feet.

With a flare of breath, she nudged the dead woman's forehead with the tip of her toes.

"Who is this?"

"A wanderer," Amelia's voice rang impatiently. "Not of this village. No one would be suspicious. Eat."

"Get rid of it. I'm fine, Amelia."

"Oh, would you please spare me of your stubbornness?" Amelia said louder. Long, heavy echoes in a silence that rang even fiercer. "You will continue to deny despite already knowing otherwise? Sister, show me your teeth." 

"Amelia, do not test me…"