Chapitre 48: Existence of the soulmate

Music Recommendation: Golden glass- Johannes Lehniger

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As Dante stared at the wilted rose, thoughts raced through his mind, and his jaws clenched. 

Was it the ember of the deceased woman that had initiated his Crux? Dante's eyes narrowed further, and he murmured, 

"That can't be right." 

That was because many months before the courtesan had become Maxwell's concubine, she had been sent to his room by his family. He remembered the night clearly, as it was the same night the physician mentioned that his mother didn't have many days left to live. 

To gain his attention, the woman had placed her hand on his wrist, which resulted in him drawing his dagger. Ready to slit her throat for her actions when he was already in a foul mood. 

'Please don't kill me! I have someone who needs me!!' The courtesan had quickly begged for her life. 'I was only following orders!'