Even one or two could cause a terrible disaster; however, they were pouring down from the sky like a swarm of insects.

“But tomorrow is the Sabbath…”

“There’s no moon.”

As Ibi groaned, Zion replied briefly.

“Moreover, there are three liberated Night Clan members here.”

The Night Clan attracts curses, and here, Night Clan members trapped in a salt prison have been confined for a long time.

For months, unable to find the area where the corporeal incarnation existed, they circled around. Today, when the cloud covered the moon and the salt prison collapsed, they broke the rules and came to create death.

Aaah! Uwaaa!

Realizing the curse was descending, screams echoed somewhere. It was the sporadic sound of panic erupting all over the city.
“The Night Clan is chasing Uvia. So, you need to get out of here for now.”

Saying that, Zion proceeded down the corridor again. After a while, he slammed a door leading outside. There, one of Tardes’s daughters was waiting for Zion.

Zion lowered Ibi, who was on his back, and hugged her again. Then, out of the blue, he made a somewhat irrelevant remark.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Yes?”

“Because it doesn’t hurt, it’s okay.”

Zion added casually, and together with Ibi, they got on Tardes’s daughter, and Ibi was momentarily breathless.

Tardes’s daughter soared into the air, and raindrops poured painfully. However, Ibi, buried against Zion, wasn’t bothered much.

While hiding quietly on his shoulders, Ibi looked down toward the castle.

Screams echoed from all over the castle. People fell from high windows, and flames surged. The madness cast by curses engulfed the castle.

Despite the impending doom, there was nothing Ibi and Zion could do. For now, the best option was not to get swept away.

“Wait a moment!”

However, Ibi noticed something and shouted.

“The curses are gathering in one place!”

Zion turned to look at the direction Ibi was pointing.

The curses that had fallen like a white veil on the gloomy night sky, dominated by rain clouds, were rising again and gathering.

They swirled towards one point, intertwining in a violent storm and quickly forming a single figure.

It was the appearance of the dead dragon seen beyond the wheat fields on the last Sabbath.

“Silently run away.”

Zion clicked his tongue at the ominous figure. But it wasn’t a bad situation. If that thing was there, they could break it.

Zion avoided the straight path of the flying dragon by grabbing its reins. Then he gently placed Ibi on a turret with a roof.

“Wait here.”

Leaving that message behind, Zion turned away, but Ibi grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Zion glanced at her as if asking why she was doing that, but there was nothing to say.

He knew he would come back soon and wouldn’t disappear like this. However, for some reason, Ibi couldn’t let go of his hand.

So, as if holding onto him, Zion sighed and said with a raised eyebrow.

“…Why are you acting like this, not fitting in since earlier.”

At his awkward words, Ibi suddenly came to her senses and let him go.

Zion let out a wry smile and quickly left, and Ibi belatedly realized that he was a very unlucky guy.

But unlike before, she didn’t dislike him. Not only did she not dislike him, but she also remembered the words he casually uttered.

—Because it doesn’t hurt, it’s okay.

He knew.

‘That I’m afraid of big beasts.’

Even though he was never told and never saw it himself, just knowing that made Ibi’s heart ache.

As the thunder struck and the resurrected dragon roared, it felt like the end of the world was imminent. But Ibi felt genuinely okay.

At the end of the clash, the dragon’s form began to break apart.
Finally, the nightmare had ended, but it was difficult to be happy. The place where the nightmare had passed was filled with scars.

No one knew how many people died.

Will we know when the day breaks tomorrow? Perhaps it will be buried forever like this.

Alone on the turret that escaped the curse, Ibi looked at the castle, which was now in ruins.

The rain was pouring, and the castle was shrouded in thick fog. It was the curse cast before the dragon died.

Ibi closed her eyes at the sight, as if breathing in, then opened them wide, startled.

Ah, that’s right!

She had completely forgotten. Over there…

“Kasel Montra.”

Garbage. Did he die by any chance?

Kasel wasn’t dead. He was just dying rapidly.

However, he still didn’t fully understand what had happened to him.

What is this? What the hell is going on?

Feels like my body is burning.

Even though cold raindrops were pouring on him, the heat didn’t subside.

Kasel lying on the ground wanted to block this useless rain. However, he couldn’t move a muscle because the pain rushed in when he tried.

So Kasel looked at the falling raindrops and thought.

Everything seems like a lie.

Healthy humans died too easily in front of him. They died like branches cut off, not like humans.

The only reason Kasel survived was because of the boy who escaped from the cage.

When the devil with a mask killed the humans in the audience, the boy who escaped from the cage saved Kasel.

Whether he thought of him as a savior or not, the boy blocked the mask that attacked Kasel.

But the boy, who was already beaten, was instead counterattacked and fell, and Kasel barely escaped.

Then an unexpected monster appeared, and a pale mist rushed in. He became like this after being buried there for a moment.

‘If you want to repay kindness, repay it properly…’

Kasel muttered, thinking of the boy who must have already become a corpse. Then, feeling even the pain getting dull, he groaned. Death was clearly approaching.

‘Is this how I’m going to die?’

Me, Kasel Montra? No, I can’t, absolutely not. Someone please save me.

It was when Kasel was suffering alone.

“Are you alive?”

With a familiar voice, the vision brightened before him. And a beautiful girl reflected in his retina.

An angel? No, no. This is…

“Ibri…?”

Kasel looked at the suddenly appearing Ibi.

Is it an illusion? However, Ibi, with her hair tied up high, was also getting wet in the cold rain, just like him.

As soon as he realized it, a feeling of relief surged.

Thank goodness, thank goodness…

“Help me…”

Kasel reached out desperately for the hope of being able to live.

Son of the goddess of mana, noble candidate saint, you can purify this curse. You did it last time.

So please save me too.

Whether Ibi read Kasel’s earnest gaze or not, she firmly held his hand, which was stained black.

Then, with a compassionate face like a saint, she replied.

“I don’t want to.”