It was like a dream.
Reality and illusion intertwined—in pleasure, in pain, in numbness, and under the compulsion of instinct.
It truly was such a dream. If he could, he would rather wake up at once.
Those were devilish appraisals, gazes of every kind coming from all around him. The young hunter sat collapsed on the cold floor like an empty shell.
Beside him, the female magician Lainey was like a mirror shattered into pieces by the impact of every nightmare in existence.
He seemed to see her body split apart—her body, her body, her eyes... humiliation, grief, despair, and eyes that had gradually become hollow.
"I suddenly realized that this actually isn't as interesting as I imagined." The Castle Master's voice rang out once more.
It instantly tugged at the young hunter's nerves, already stretched to the breaking point... The young hunter instinctively raised his head and met the Castle Master's indifferent, emotionless eyes, which regarded him as though he were nothing more than an insignificant insect.
"Oh... It's suddenly become interesting again." A smile appeared on the Castle Master's face once more.
The young hunter seemed to notice something in the Castle Master's amused gaze. He used almost all his courage and abruptly turned his head.
"Lainey, don't—!" he screamed. "Don't—!!"
At some point, the female magician had sat up. She held a dagger high in both hands—the dagger she had kept close at hand.
Hearing the young hunter's scream, the female magician looked at him expressionlessly... In that brief exchange of gazes, Lainey showed no hesitation and drove the raised dagger straight into her own throat.
"No—!!"
Amid the heart-rending scream, she collapsed onto the floor, becoming a truly shattered mirror.
The young hunter crawled pitifully and fearfully to the female magician's side... There wasn't even a