The growing sense of fear made Grape's body tremble uncontrollably.
She had experienced something similar before.
When she was still a child, she had watched as two guests her parents had invited over for a discussion murdered them. After killing Grape's parents, they searched the entire house for something while disguising the scene as a burglary.
Back then, she had desperately curled up and hidden inside the abdomen of the stitched corpse her mother had only half-finished.
That was the only place where she could evade ritual detection... and because it was so bloody and filthy, no one would investigate it closely.
She hadn't dared make a sound at the time. She had clenched her teeth, yet her body had trembled uncontrollably.
—The fear she felt at this moment was exactly the same as it had been back then.
Grape didn't dare move at all. She didn't even dare breathe. It was as if the slightest movement would violate some taboo. She was like someone standing on a narrow bridge over a cliff.
Even with her legs gone weak, she had to remain rooted to the spot—although she knew rationally that this would only make her legs stiffen and make it harder to act later, she simply couldn't move them.
If she hadn't become a Transcendent, she might even have been frightened to death.
It wasn't because she was timid—in fact, the fact that she could remain rational in such a situation proved that she was quite brave and composed. The increasingly intense Fear Aura had already seeped out from the deep-crimson egg.
The next moment, the deep-crimson egg suddenly split apart.
Lancelot kept his head tilted toward the sky, his eyes tightly shut as if bathing. The clothes on his upper body had also vanished, leaving him bare-chested. Savage