Those who asked such questions inevitably had their throats cut. Death flaunted itself in the silence, and around the time the smell of blood, unwashed by the rain, vibrated, the nobles who hadn’t died yet finally realized that judgment had begun.

“What on earth is happening!?”

“I, I don’t know either…”

Lord Cassel’s prodding elicited a groan from Lord Brick. At that moment, a gloomy voice echoed from the railing in the stands.

“Found you, my lord…”

At the eerie voice, both Cassel and Lord Brick reflexively turned to look next to them.

Seated on the wet railing, there was a person. A person wearing a mask, with a soaked ghostly appearance, much like the boy trapped in the cage.

Cassel remembered him. He was a Night Clan member who had been imprisoned like that boy.

The moment Cassel recognized him, a curse full of resentment struck him.

‘There was another one after all!’

Ibi swallowed her scream, mouth shut. In the midst of the tragedy outside, Ibi was hiding in the passage behind the stands. She contemplated attacking the Night Clan member opportunistically, but it was impossible.

‘His movements are too fast.’

Moving too quickly makes it impossible to pinpoint a location. Moreover, the rain kept pouring. If the salt melts, Enthe will soon be freed.

In a complete predicament, Ibi crouched down, biting her lips.

‘Don’t shake, stay alert.’

Ibi prodded herself, but a strange voice scratched at her nerves.

“Ib…i?”

It was a deliberately dragging voice.

“Where… are you?”

Ibi tried not to make a sound by pressing her lips firmly. However, it was futile.

“Are you scared…? Your heart is pounding so loudly…”

The eerie voice made Ibi’s heart sink.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump…”

Someone mimicked Ibi’s heartbeat. Chills ran down her spine, but Ibi bit her lips and endured.
Shivers ran down Ibi’s spine, but she bit her lips and endured it.

Don’t hesitate, it’s just words. Hold your breath, let it pass.

However, that earnestness crumbled abruptly with the creaking sound of the door opening.

“We found you, Ibi…”

The door opened, but it was too dark to see anything. Only the low voice could be felt directly above her head.

Without time for Ibi to be surprised by that sound, a rough hand grabbed Ibi’s ankle.

“Ah!”

Ibi was dragged, her body scraping against the cobblestone. It hurt, but Ibi gritted her teeth again.

Yes, hold on like that. In the meantime…

“Oh, right…”

Ibi, being dragged away, tried to sing secretly, but the one who caught Ibi suddenly stopped.

Then, abruptly, the person holding Ibi’s neck tightened their grip.

“I told you to strangle her when caught…”

“Ugh!”

“Well, how much…”

Should I strangle her…?

The hook-like hand mercilessly squeezed Ibi’s throat. Ibi struggled, but she couldn’t break free.

As the breath was cut off, and time passed, her consciousness gradually became blurred. However, she couldn’t lose consciousness. If she lost consciousness and opened her eyes, it felt like she would fall into hell.

Along with the pain, injustice surged.

No, I don’t want this. I want to live.

Master, D.S.

Sir…!

At that moment, as if in a lie, a flash of light struck.

Soon, the resounding roar was a sound Ibi knew.

The sound of Lord Laurel unleashing lightning.

It couldn’t be a hallucination, right?

It was when Ibi, who doubted everything in the world, began to doubt her own hearing.

“Ibi!”

A voice that could no longer be doubted pierced Ibi’s ears.

It was the voice of Zion Laurel.

So, in the midst of the hazy consciousness, Ibi complained.

Hey, do it again.

Sir’s voice is kinder.