Dark Palace (3)

The moment Rhode heard that voice, he tensed up and raised his guard instantly. Although the voice that rang in his ears was still Celestina's, it was in a completely different tone this time. If it were said that the voice of the little Celestina, who had just been toyed with by him, sounded as refreshing as an ice-cold spring, her voice now was like a glass of strong, aromatic wine. Before the wine entered one's mouth, one could feel the hot and spicy scent hitting one's face, seizing control of one's nerves almost instantly.