Chapter 491 - 491 492 The Puppets Palette
Chapter 491 - 491 492 The Puppets Palette
?Chapter 491: Chapter 492: The Puppet’s Palette Chapter 491: Chapter 492: The Puppet’s Palette Seeing the quietly sleeping figure in the garden, Duncan instinctively called out the name he was familiar with.
But he immediately stopped and remembered the scene he had encountered just recently in that opulent bedroom, when he had met the Frost Queen, Lei Nora—had he mistaken someone else again?
Duncan felt a hint of strangeness in his heart, then he carefully approached the sleeping figure and bent down to observe closely.
He noticed the spherical joints at the positions of the figure’s hands and feet, as well as the obviously bloodless, pure white “skin” texture, like porcelain.
It was indeed Alice.
Duncan finally confirmed that the one sleeping here was indeed the gothic doll he was familiar with, he let out a sigh of relief, and immediately, his attention was drawn to the black thorns entwined around her—spiky vines extended from the flower clusters, spreading over the ground next to the doll, resembling a magnificent and eerie dress skirt. The thorns were entwined around the doll’s hands, feet, and torso, binding her in the midst of the flowers and vines as if they were shackles.
Alice was sleeping in this “bed” constructed of flowers and thorns, showing no reaction to Duncan’s approach and call.
Duncan carefully navigated around the spiky vines and interlaced thorns, reached out to gently touch the doll’s cheek, and called her name again, “Alice, can you hear me?”
A slightly cool touch came from his fingertips, but Alice did not respond; she just kept sleeping quietly, just like… a real, lifeless doll.
Duncan slightly furrowed his brow, and then he noticed something else.
In the sleeping “Alice’s” hands was something she was holding, which looked like a palette—thorns wrapped around her arms, but it seemed the palette could be pulled out from the gaps.
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