In the Name of GEASS

Just as Samael was preparing to leave this restless woman hanging a little longer, he vaguely heard a pattering sound.

A suspicious wet stain also appeared on the floor beneath Aurora.

Seeing this, Samael's mouth twitched slightly. He knew this woman had been frightened to the extreme.

Having given her enough of a warning, Samael finally raised his hand and gave a soft snort.

"It's fine if you don't want to go in. Open your mind and don't resist!"

With a turn for the better appearing, Aurora, who had been at the end of her rope, suddenly burst with a fierce desire to survive from her dead eyes. She hurriedly closed her eyes and obediently complied.

With a flick of Samael's finger, a crimson drop of blood passed through her clothes and landed on Aurora's smooth lower abdomen.

A trace of pain seeped into her flesh and soul as the bloodstain spread.

In her daze, some mysterious and profound connection formed between the two of them.

Aurora lifted her hem and saw the red-and-black Ouroboros-shaped brand on her lower abdomen, formed from dozens of enigmatic runes. Her pupils contracted as she murmured instinctively.

GEASS?

This thing was originally called Geis. Its plural could be spelled Gease or Geass. It was a kind of mysterious magical prohibition found in Norse, Irish, and Celtic Mythology, translated as "prohibition," "command," or "oath."

Whether one voluntarily swore a GEASS or another person imposed one through magic or an oath, it was basically an inviolable taboo for the recipient.

Once violated, it would inevitably bring about a miserable end.

Legend had it that the more intricate its composition, the stronger its binding effect.

And the brand engraved upon her seemed to be a life-threatening contract established directly upon the soul.

Aurora vaguely sensed that if