When I woke up with the pain, I found that my limbs, no, all three limbs were tightly tied, and I couldn't move a single inch at all.

What about my right hand, my right hand?

My right hand is gone, and my right arm hurts.

What's going on? I can't be without my right hand! If my right hand is cut off, if my right hand leaves me, it's all over.

His own efforts, his gaze, everything is gradually far away, he can't catch up, and he can't get it.

I wanted to cry and found that the tears had run out.

I tried to shout, but found that my mouth was all sealed.

It was so dark all around, and the black cloth in front of me blocked some of the light, and it was as if he had been abandoned in the center of the world.

You can feel the wind, and the sweat from your soaked clothes mixed with blood turns into an unpleasant smell, even if you want to vomit. Because of the black cloth that seals his mouth, once he vomits, he eats those disgusting things in his stomach again.

The only thing that could breathe was his nostrils, and he inhaled air deeply, filled his lungs with gas and spit out again, this time triggering a cough.

cough cough.

Can't stop.

cough cough.

It's so painful, it's throat, it's right arm, it's all over it, what's going on?

What about Kenneth? No, what about Lancer? I've got a curse! Show me! Save me now!

The whole body was on fire, and the empty stomach let out a desperate cry at this moment.

Be quiet! Unless you can call Lord Lancer over!

But my right hand is gone, and someone has cut it off.

It was torn from near the elbow, and there was not even a trace left. All detached from the right arm.

That's it. As a result, all of his spells were lost. Lost the ability to call that person.

It feels good, the wind is getting quieter, and everything is gradually blurring.

I was waiting for Lancer there, but I was attacked by a stranger, did I provoke anyone? I just want to meet that person, who is the person who separates me from him.

So, she began to scream and struggle, scolding the bastard in her heart.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

It hurts! It hurts! The rope touched the broken section of the right arm. It's bandaged, but it just stops me from bleeding, so at least get my right hand back!!!

She is the daughter of the Sofiari family, who has served as the head of the séance department at the headquarters of the Magic Society (commonly known as the 'clock tower'), and because she is not a concubine, she did not inherit the magic mark, so she can only live through political marriages.

And now that I have met my true love, that person, that person will definitely accept himself if he is an adult.

But it's different.

Completely changed.

Everything he had was in vain, and once his right hand was gone, his previous efforts were useless.

To kill the person who destroys her happiness, she is so sure. But the desperation of reality quieted her down again.

Now I am a prisoner and belongs to the punished side. In any case, it is impossible to succeed in the rebellion.

As long as you have a spell, you can get Lancer's help as long as you have a spell......

So, why!

Why is it yourself to suffer such a thing!

His breathing gradually became short, and the constant struggle consumed his physical strength, and he was about to fall unconscious due to weakness.

That's when it happened.

Woo-ra!

Cold, cold water was poured over her, and then she heard a man's voice.

"Sora. Nazelle. Sofia Leigh, how do you feel now? ”

The black cloth towel was torn off, and when I closed my eyes and opened them again, I found that this was an abandoned warehouse.

The person in front of him is the man I saw before.

Staring at each other, Sora began to look around.

There is nothing around that can be used to call for help, and it is estimated that even if you shout, you will be stopped in an instant, which is a thankless act.

And there are two of them, a man and a woman.

The ugly woman behind her must be the culprit who cut off her right hand, and she must be killed, as long as she escapes, she will definitely be killed.

Retracting her gaze, Sora and the man across from her looked at each other.

"Miss Sora, I want to ask you a question."

"Will that let me go?"

Hearing the sudden question, Natsume smiled in his heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

If you let her go if you have a problem, you won't go to great lengths to kidnap her here.

Natsume stared at the other party for a while, and with a kind expression, he raised his right index finger and slowly extended it towards the severed section of the other party's right arm.

The next moment.

Ahh!!!!h

Heart-rending screams rang out in the warehouse, and Natsume withdrew his index finger that had been inserted into the other party's wound and shook off the blood stains.

Looking at Sora, who was covered in sweat, Natsume asked again

"May I ask you a question?"

“…………”

This time it seems to have been tacitly acquiesced.

Natsume pondered whether it was time to let her suffer again, but didn't continue after seeing her somewhat timid expression.

"You asked for that Kenneth curse."

"It's just, in lieu of safekeeping."

"That means he didn't curse."

“…………”

"I raise my index finger, what do you think I'm going to do."

Natsume shook her index finger, and Sora, who was tied to the rope, turned pale for a moment, and immediately replied

"He should go to the church and ask for the Spell's reward, because that's the only chance he'll get it."

"I see."

Natsume nodded at Kuyu Maiya after confirming this, she walked towards Sora, facing her with a somewhat panicked expression, Kuyu Maiya covered the other party's mouth with a white cloth towel, and it didn't take long for her to faint.

Seeing that things are ready, it's time for the next stage play to pull the curtain.

Untying the rope, the two put Sora in the car, and Maiya Kuyu, who was in charge of driving, had already known the destination, so he drove directly to that place.

Alice Phil: They should be there soon, so we have to move quickly.

On the way, Kuyu Maiya looked at Natsume.

"What are we going to do?"

"Of course, it's to deal with that Heroic Spirit and its Master, after all, as long as the Master still exists, it is possible to conclude a contract with other Heroic Spirits to resume the match, so the hostages behind him are very important."

"Is that magician going to give up the game for her sake?"

"What do you think?"

Natsume put the thing in his hand on the countertop of the driver's seat, that is.

"Forced essay by yourself?"

"Well, a kind of binding instrument for magicians."

That way, the magician wouldn't have chosen to refuse.

"Want me to ......"

No, Natsume immediately denied that Maiya Kuyu wanted to help.

Because.

"I can do everything myself, you just have to wait for my orders in the rear." (To be continued......)