Evie was prepared for various things as she held Yubia’s hand.

But nothing happened. It was because Yubia suddenly looked at the ceiling and made an irrelevant remark.

“Who’s on the upper floor?”

“The Count.”

Evie answered reflexively, feeling her heart drop.

She had teased him earlier, but the Count was still a difficult opponent for Evie.

Moreover, she was stealthily creeping up, using the fact that he was hiding his identity, and the person who would be in trouble if she blurted out recklessly was Evie.

“You don’t need to know who it is.”

DS interjected for the mistaken Evie.

Then Yubia tilted his head and asked Evie again.

“Friends?”

“If that ‘friends’ is a short for ‘I want to hit you kindly’, then yes, friends.”

Evie’s true feelings popped out again. Thanks to that, Evie realized once again that she was really twisted.

Meanwhile, Yubia’s mouth, already triangular, closed even tighter. He seemed suspicious of something.

So Evie quickly caught his attention.

“Is it not okay for someone else to be upstairs?”

“No, it’s not that it can’t be.”

Yubia shook his head. Then he wiped away his curiosity about the upper floor and held Evie’s hand.

“I’ll show you what I see. You might be surprised, but it’s not dangerous, so don’t worry.”

Yubia said, closing his eyes.

Evie followed Yubia and gently closed her eyes.

As she closed her eyes, Yubia’s soft hand felt warmer.

So boys can be this cute too, she had a somewhat pointless thought at the time.

―Can you hear my voice?

Clearly sitting face to face and holding hands, Yubia’s voice came to Evie’s ears.

Evie was surprised and looked to the side, then took another sigh at the sight in front of her.

Evie, who had been sitting in a cozy chair just a moment ago, was left hanging in the air, neither standing nor sitting.

There was endless darkness around her. But it was not pitchblack. Beyond the darkness were occasional large and small lights, and so Evie felt as though she was placed in the middle of the night sky.

―You followed well.

As Evie was staring around, Yubia’s voice rang out again from the side.

So Evie looked around for Yubia and found something the size of a palm floating next to her.

―Yubia?

When Evie asked hesitantly, the white creature that looked like a rabbit nodded its head.

So Evie unwittingly shut her mouth.

Ah, being this cute is cheating.

Yubia was glowing faintly in the form of a small animal, not a human.

Evie looked at Yubia and then down at her own body. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Evie looked perfectly normal.

―This is the world of the dead. Just think of it like a dream.

Yubia said so, fluttering over to Evie’s wrist.

―See this?

Evie turned her head following Yubia and found something tied to her wrist.

―It’s the medium of the curse. It connects you, the one who cursed you, and the snake.

At those words, Evie closely observed her wrist.

It was wrapped tightly around Evie’s arm in the form of a long string, and both ends were extended in different directions.

But what exactly the material or color of the string was, she couldn’t tell. It swayed like fog or mirage, never quite revealing its true form.

Evie hesitated and then tried to grab it with her hand. The light and smooth sensation was vividly felt.

Thanks to that, Evie’s feelings became quite complicated.

She had already felt disgusting about the curse, but seeing it with her eyes was once again miserable.

―Hold this string and follow.

―Which side first?

―The right. It’s connected to the person who cursed you.

At Yubia’s words, Evie forced a smile.

Being connected so closely to my enemies who cursed me, I wanted nothing but to decline.

Evie swallowed her revulsion and grasped the cord that Yubia had selected for her. Then she pulled on it and slowly advanced.

The cord seemed to stretch endlessly, its end out of sight.

So it seemed she would have to go on for quite some time, but as soon as she pulled her arm, the scenery around her flipped in an instant.

Something, wavering like the cord, appeared before Evie’s eyes.

Although everything was blurry and unclear, Evie intuitively muttered at the sight of the shape, similar in size to her.

“A person?”

“Yes, the person who cursed you. Touch it, you’ll feel who it is.”

Without hesitation, Evie reached out.

And then, as Yubia had said, she felt various things.

It was a woman. Quite a young woman. At the same time, she was as cold as an ice wall, and as vague and unsettling as fog.

“Who are you, why did you curse me?”

Evie murmured inwardly to the woman she felt, and in response to the question, the woman’s feelings towards Evie were conveyed.

Inconsequential. Uninterested. Annoyed.

The emotions the woman held towards Evie were nothing more than considerable indifference and a touch of annoyance.

So Evie was quite taken aback.

To curse her, yet regard her like a chicken or a cow.

Clearly, this curse wasn’t borne of a grudge but seemed to have been made out of convenience.

Evie wanted to see the woman’s face. Even just her hair color or body shape.