In Ms. Lake’s workroom, Karon sat to the side while the woman herself applied mortuary makeup for the deceased. A faint layer of black covered her in a protective veil. It was Order purification that Karon maintained for her.0

“Are demonkin always so dangerous?” Ms. Lake asked softly. “My husband rarely talked to me about this kind of thing. Sorry, but I’m a little curious.”0

“You can think of them as people with an infectious disease,” Karon replied. “At least, a large portion of them are like that.”0

“Then Dora and Dorin… do they count as demonkin too?”0

“If their father weren’t an Inquisitor, their end would most likely have been purification, the kind that is performed very thoroughly.”0

“I understand.” Ms. Lake continued working. Karon noticed her tools might not be as high of quality as Aunt Mary’s, yet in terms of technique, the woman was not at all inferior to Aunt Mary.0

“Madam, how long have you been doing this?” Karon asked.0

“My grandmother and my mother both did this.”0

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Karon stood up and began observing the female corpse that had already been preliminarily handled. The first place to be handled was definitely the face, because other places could be covered with clothing or accessories, but the face could not.0

The meaning of mortuary makeup was to allow the deceased and their relatives and friends to see each other face to face for one last time, and the “face” in that meant an actual face.0

Ms. Lake had already pulled out the two fangs, placing them on a tray beside her. At the same time, she had also filled holes where the teeth had been removed so that the mouth would still look natural when it was closed.0

The skin on the face had been pulled and reset, because the woman’s expression after dying had been too ferocious, and extremely clear creases had been left behind. After this treatment, the facial expression became much more dignified.0

In addition, the ten long black nails had been cut off. During the funeral, the woman would...0