Capítulo 243: THE MASTER OF SIN. The face

The result was an absolute marvel. If I didn't know who these people were—and if I didn't know their voice—I wouldn't be able to tell they were my followers! They looked… they looked…

"We look like some band of beggars. Beggars who are piss-poor, even for fucking beggars. Maybe I should chop someone's limbs off so he could beg better?" Yvenna growled through clenched teeth.

Her red hair that made her head look like a blazing torch was gone. The few uneven patches that were left hid under a layer of grime and coal that extinguished whatever bits of colour there were left. Only her furious eyes still shone with colour, but I fixed that by forcing her head down.

"Don't lift your eyes, they are too conspicuous."

She shook off my hand and immediately straightened. I tsked. Whatever pleasant emotions I felt from the job well done gone because of her lack of obedience. This was going to be a problem, and soon. I would have to keep her close and in check.