Bab 107: Is She Really My Mother?

"You sure were enjoying yourself." A figure walked out of the shadows and muttered to herself. She was clad in a black cloak. The hood of the cloak was covering half of her face, keeping it hidden from any prying eye. Only the lower half of her face was left uncovered with her naturally cherry red lips on display.

Her lips were curled up to the left, showing how she wasn't satisfied by what had just happened. "You couldn't bother yourself to be more clear with your words!" She looked up, not at the sky, but at one of the trees. Her eyes focus on one of the top branches where the leaves were too thick. 

"It wouldn't have been fun for me." A voice came out of the leaves, followed by their ruffling. Soon a figure stepped out from them. She was wearing the same cloak as the first lady. The only difference was that the hood of her cloak was drawn back, leaving her face exposed.