The moon was bleak, and blood spread outward from beneath each corpse, abruptly turning the previously bustling balcony into a banquet for vultures.
The wind, too, shifted from cool to the sinister gusts of Hell.
The bright red evening gown offered no protection against the chill, and Madame Kochou pressed her legs together, striving to control her body to prevent an indecent scene from occurring.
I shouldn't have drunk so much red wine earlier, she thought with some regret.
Aozawa glanced at his future mother-in-law and said softly, "Don't be nervous. I'm not here for you."
THUMP, THUMP—her racing heart began to calm at that moment.
Madame Kochou was no ordinary person. After receiving his response, she couldn't help but ask, "Lord Dio, weren't you active in Tokyo?"
"When did you get the idea that I can only be active in Tokyo?" Aozawa countered.
