Jeno's eyebrows were covered in a layer of hoarfrost, and he watched the monster appear with a heavy face.

It was a living black shadow, somewhat human-like, and the body underneath the torso was gradually turning into a line like the tip of a blade. The monster's body swayed, looking like it was looking through a layer of rippling black water, and a pair of cold eyes met his gaze, penetrating his soul.

It's really the monster that Jeno had envisioned, the Eternal Nightmare Demon.

The monster's upper and lower jaws were cracked, revealing twisted fangs. The darkness of midnight drips from its form, like black blood melting into the air, and like ink dissipating into the sea. The monster elongated its arms, the ends twisted and flattened, forming a pair of broad, vicious blades that bent forward along its claws.

Jeno saw Morten bury the blades deep into someone's heart—the silhouette of a man, leaning against the wall, black blood dripping from him, revealing his terrified countenance.

The Nightmare bent down, its terrifying face flush with his face.

The man had the same hair color as Abel, and it was obvious that this was Selwyn, who was dead.

He was dragged into the spirit world by the Nightmare, and then brutally killed.

Jeno stared at Nightmare's every move, and Nightmare stared at him with a grim gaze.

They just saw each other at the moment, but the essence belonged to two different worlds, and no one could touch anyone.

Jeno was about to use his claws to see if he could hurt the Nightmare, but he didn't want to give him the chance.

Morten finally took a deep look at Jeno, and then sank deeper and deeper into the wall, as if falling into a vertical pit, and finally completely melted into the wall and disappeared.

The nightmare dissipated, and the room began to heat up rapidly.

Jeno opened the curtains as the curtains were drawn...... But he couldn't remember who had pulled the curtains. The sun shone down on Selwyn's corpse, steaming out the last drop of black blood from the hollow in his chest.

Jeno opened the door, he heard a thud, and then saw Ogwisa standing very close to the doorway, covering her ears with a twisted expression.

Soon one of her ears was red and swollen, and she shouldn't have put it against the frozen door!

"Solved so quickly?" Ogilvesa's face was incredulous, perhaps she had already made up the picture of the two masters fighting each other hundreds of times in an instant.

Jeno shook his head and said truthfully, "The murderer ran away." ”

"Ran away? Wait a minute...... You say the murderer! Isn't it—" Ogwesa suddenly realized the nightmarish reality, and she squeezed into the room from Jeno's side, and when she saw the corpse in the corner, she covered her mouth in horror in order not to let herself scream and break Abel.

But the sensitive Abel had sensed the cruel truth, and huddled alone in the corner and began to weep.

……

There was a dead man in the attic, and the child would definitely not be able to live in it for a short time, so Jeno took Abel back to the temple as promised, but the atmosphere was very heavy on the way back.

Probably not finding anything from Selwyn's body, he asked his neighbors to help Abel collect his father's body.

Back at the temple, Sister Pernilla had heard about it, and she came and took Abel away, calmed him down and helped him arrange his father's funeral.

Seeing the lost Abel, Jeno couldn't bear to disturb him anymore. But he had to do it again, because the Nightmare could strike again at any moment, and who knows who it would pick for its next target.

At Jeno's reminder, Sister Penile arranged for Abel to sleep in the same room as Jeno.

"You've been crying all day, aren't you tired?" Lying on their respective beds, even though the curtains kept the moonlight tight, Jeno could still see Abel's back to him, his shoulders twitching, and he couldn't help but ask.

"When this happens, how can you sleep." Abel stubbornly didn't let himself cry, he had cried enough today.

"People will eventually die, look away, child." Jeno tried to comfort people, but Abel was tired of hearing these words today, and naturally resisted.

"It's not your dad who died, and you don't understand my feelings at all."

Abel feels strange about Jeno conjuring Selwyn out of thin air, but he still resents Jeno for not conjuring his dad out of the house out of thin air, but he still resents Jeno for not conjuring his dad out of the house.

But the truth is that Selwyn was already dead the moment he was dragged into the spirit world, and in the face of the dead, Jeno could not save him even with more fountains of life.

"I don't have a father." Jeno said coldly.

"Where did he go?" The feeling of empathy prompted Abel to ask if he would be less sad if there was someone around him who was in a similar situation.

"When I was your age, he died in the pit." Jeno didn't coax the child, the fact is that the biological parents of this body died early in Zu'an.

"Helpless, then you must have been desperate at the time, right? Just like I am now. Whenever he remembered that he was alone, a fear of the future came over him.

"No, I'm much more desperate than you, you still have so many people who care, and there are people who help you get revenge. And I'm really alone, and I don't want to take revenge yet. ”

Jeno's desperate tone calmed Abel and made the little boy stop crying, and the atmosphere fell silent. The orphan born in Demacia is much luckier than the orphan born in Zaun, and the warm and united townspeople will raise him together.

"When I found your dad, he was dead. I can't save him, I can only help you find the murderer and let him pay for his life. Abel, if you want the murderer to be brought to justice, then cooperate with my investigation. Jeno broke the silence, and Abel echoed him.

"I got it......"

"Did your dad have sleep deprivation, nightmares, or sleepwalking before it happened?"

"I don't know, but he looked good at the time, probably not."

In the darkness, the two voices passed on to each other, not like they were investigating, but like whispers after the lights went out in the boys' dormitory.

"Did your father tell you anything on the day of the incident?" He rolled over and went from lying on his back to lying on his side, his eyes facing Abel, and he could see that Abel was looking at him like this.

"He told me that story." The little boy said.

"What's the story?"

"Shadow Gate, a story of the defeat of evil by good, you haven't heard of it, have you?"

"Is that so, I really haven't heard of it, tell me about it?"