--Unable to curse.
--Target not found.
Giant Prince Wolfram felt sweat break out all over him.
His strongest curse, the Three Great Sins, had been rendered completely ineffective. That alone put him under immense pressure—that was the curse he used to intimidate and punish traitors within Noble Red who refused to obey him.
It was also the only curse in his possession that could kill instantly without requiring a direct medium from the cursed target, because it was actually a ritual. Rather than a curse, it was more like shaking down an angel to come over and punch your enemy while marking them. It was simply a power that took effect in the form of a curse.
But Wolfram had already been weakened by that damned Iver. If he fought his opponent like this, he would actually be at a disadvantage.
Wolfram had already backed himself into a corner. Like a gambler who had lost his head, he was unwilling to simply stab himself for nothing... He wanted to turn the tables, and that meant he had to pay an even greater price.
Yes, he had deceived the Punishment Demon.
He had said he would use a curse that required no price—but no such thing existed. A Curse Master had to bathe in the curse as well, though a medium could greatly reduce the process. But he could not find a suitable medium... so he had to use the power of a ritual to establish a connection.
That meant he had to pay the price himself.
However, after driving a curse-wreathed nail into his palm and using the Third Level Nemesis Curse, he searched for a long time but still could not find Iver. He could sense that Iver existed, but the power of the curse could not adhere to