Deep in the mountains, within a dense forest.
A figure moved through the bushes, concealing her presence with Black Magic. As if sensing something, she suddenly stopped and turned back, staring blankly at the mountain hollow whose outline could no longer be seen. Her lips moved soundlessly.
Lancer...
It hurt. It hurt so much.
The sudden stabbing pain made Mishaya Reikokukan clutch her chest without realizing it. A fragile sheen of tears welled in eyes that had once been so proud and unyielding.
Even when she learned that Paracelsus, the sage she revered as her teacher, had met with disaster, she had never suffered like this.
As for why, Mishaya Reikokukan had no time to think about it.
Because the rustling behind her proved that those shadows seemed to be catching up again.
A stubborn resolve rose within the black-haired girl. She immediately grabbed her father and dragged her exhausted body onward, continuing their escape.
Those blood-red eyes cast one last look toward the mountain hollow amid the sea of trees. Her right hand clenched her clothes over her chest as she gritted her teeth and murmured.
Lancer, I will definitely avenge you!
At the same time, inside the cave.
"What a pathetic sight."
The silver-haired, red-eyed fairy swept her gaze over the two puppets huddled in the corner without any will to fight, as well as the black mist constantly shifting between the forms of a child and a middle-aged man. She shook her head with a derisive snort.
As her pale, crystalline bare feet stepped over the uneven stone ground and approached, the two puppets who had just witnessed the terrifying side of the woman before them tensed. They immediately stood shoulder to shoulder before the shifting mass of mist, as though facing a great enemy.
"Relax. I