Chapter 70: Hell In the Wake of Heaven

The pair of auburn and blonde beauties finally entered the pub after a small journey of two, three gates visited, three gates heavily guarded.

They met a Valentine who was dressed in messy clothes and looked rather exasperated, moreover... it looked like he was waiting for something.

And the atmosphere was thick and musky.

"You're back..." He said in resignation but curiously or perhaps not, neither of the two women answered.

"..."

"..."

Both Vera and Fayette furrowed their brows and moved their gazes all around, the room looked... normal, but the bed sheets were changed... and... there is some weird smell.

The bedsheets aren't the problem, the problem is the smell and his appearance.

Valentine sighed and his visage grew even more outraged, that woman... he should have just gone and washed with her, why the fuck did she last so long!?

'There is nothing to do anymore... just take it like a champ.'

*THUD!*