Chapter 79 I am Lady Iris, and you are just a fly caught in a net

Just as she stretched out her front paws and prepared to push open the restaurant door, the sound of a dinner plate lid falling to the ground suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the night.

That moment.

Memories came flooding back to Elise.

She thought of that night of revenge, of pain, shame, and blood.

That jealous, mean person almost ended her life in this house.

She recalled her husband's sinister poison coursing through her veins, burning her flesh from the inside out and leaving her writhing in agony.

A surge of hatred came over me.

A flash of cold knife light passed by.

The lowly man's smug look was immediately drowned out by fear.

She stirred the dagger and cut open his heart, and bright red blood gushed out.

Caught in a whirlpool of memories, Iris paused for a moment.

At this moment, she felt the extreme nervousness of the thieves in the restaurant, and tasted the deep-hidden fear and the desire to survive after the torture.

All of these resonated with her.

"A thief with a tragic past."

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a playful smile, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to eat him.

So she put down her front paws and turned to leave the restaurant door.

Then, he passed through the staircase mezzanine and hid behind the shadow of the black door above.

"Shh! Are you playing hide and seek?"

"I am dying of laughter. This Niamh is so silly. He can even look hungry on frosted and dusty food. Is he a foodie?"

"Fuck, don't tell me, I got goosebumps when I saw those little spiders crawling out of the plate."

"Help, I have trypophobia!"

"Why don't you just kill him? Spider sister is so carefree. She's like a scumbag and is playing around. This idiot must be played by her until he foams at the mouth."

"Now that you mention it, I'm even more interested (sly smile)."

"After coming out of the restaurant, I quickly sneaked into the study."

“There, I found what employers were looking for.”

"It is placed in a cabinet made of dark wood and ice iron. It is an hourglass, constantly flashing soft beams of light."

"I put on my gloves, walked forward, half-knelt down, and checked for traps."

"But what surprised me was. "

""There aren't any traps at all.""

"I took out the small mirror I had prepared earlier from my pocket and peeked into the internal structure of the cabinet's pin lock."

""still the same.""

"There are no spring-loaded needles, no glass balls filled with poison gas, no cursed inscriptions, and no magical defenses."

"I inserted a bone needle into the keyhole and gently moved the iron latch inside. "

““There was a click.””

"The lock is unlocked."

""this""

“Isn’t it too easy?”

"I couldn't help but secretly rejoice that this operation was surprisingly easy and smooth."

"This mansion, apart from a lot of spider slime and spider webs, doesn't seem to have anything strange."

"I opened the cupboard and took out the crystal hourglass with an exquisite brass insert."

"In the hourglass, violent clouds emitting blue light spun inside, moving back and forth non-stop, from top to bottom."

““It’s amazing.”

"Just holding it makes me feel hungry."

"It is a kind of endless, insatiable hunger that can even eat raw meat."

“That feeling makes me sick.”

“So I quickly unbuckled my cloak and took it off, and quickly wrapped it inside.”

"However, just as I turned around and prepared to leave."

""An unexpected event occurred.""

Hiss—hiss—a faint hissing sound came from behind him, and Niam immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He turned around in panic, and saw a scene that made his whole body shudder.

The entire study was covered in a dense spider web. Every corner and every gap was filled with spider silk that glowed with cold light.

The books and scrolls scattered on the ground were all covered by white spider silk dunes, and even the broken windows were covered with spider webs as thick as walls.

There was a rustling sound.

Cold sweat continued to seep from Niam's forehead. He pulled out an obsidian knife from his back and nervously waited for the impending crisis.

suddenly.

He looked up sharply.

Thousands of tiny red and black spiders were wriggling on the skylight.

They poured out from the cracks in the walls and the ground, forming a black wave, one after another, scrambling to crawl towards him.

"Oh my God!" Niamh's eyes were filled with fear, and he almost collapsed to the ground in terror.

He closed his eyes and trembled, and prayed in his heart, "Great desert god Ramos, bless your suffering believers."

Just then, a louder hissing sound forced him to open his eyes.

After some searching, he found it.

The sound came from above my head!!
I saw the chandelier unfold from it, and several huge limbs gradually extended, revealing a huge spider shape.

The black abdomen moved rhythmically, making the scarlet stripes on it come alive.

The deep and terrifying compound eyes stared at him, then descended from the ceiling along the silk thread.

Its appearance kept changing and folding, its back concentrated towards the middle, and its front legs twisted and stretched, gradually transforming into human legs.

As the body was gradually stretched, it eventually turned into the body of a beautiful woman.

She was wearing a red and black satin gown, and her skin, in the midnight moonlight, looked like the ominous purple of the setting sun.

The red stripes on the spider's abdomen became a head of blood-red hair combed behind its head.

What really froze Niamh in place was her eyes, which were like a pair of deep rubies set in a crown that looked like an insect shell.

"Little guy, it doesn't belong to you~"

She spoke, her tone seductive.

Niamh wanted to speak, but suddenly he felt something tug at his heart.

He looked into her eyes and gradually became obsessed. Her beauty was so intoxicating.

No, how could there be such a perfect lady in the world? Her beauty must come from another world.

The sudden heartbeat made him feel addicted, repulsed and painful.

He longed to be embraced by her delicate arms and to be called by her affectionate voice.

She smiled slightly, revealing her needle-sharp teeth, which were coated with venom.

At this moment.

Perhaps it was the response to his prayer to Ramos, or perhaps it was the effect of the imperial blood in his body, but Niamh was able to regain a moment of clarity.

A voice in his head told him that touching her horrible body would be equivalent to death.

Her flattery and seduction gradually faded.

"It doesn't belong to you either!"

Niam shook his head vigorously and retorted back.

She was slightly surprised that her charm had failed, "It really doesn't belong to me, but I paid a great price to get it."

Niam didn't listen at all and directly used his boss behind him as a shield.

"I'm telling you, my employer is very powerful. If you dare to touch me, you'll be in big trouble!"

She chuckled, "But the person who is waiting for me to present the gift is also very powerful."

Niam didn't dare to argue any longer. He slowly moved towards the door, ready to slip away at any time.

"Do you really think you can get out of this alive?" she asked, smiling.

"You want to stop me?"

Niamh swung the blade that originally belonged to God in his hand, "Be careful or I'll chop off your head!"

She obviously didn't take his words seriously and laughed:
"The people you've killed are nothing compared to me. I'm Lady Iris."

"And you're just another fly in my spider web."

(End of this chapter)