"What did you do?"
the witch asked. She had not realized what had just happened, but she was certain it had not been her or her severely injured grandfather casting a spell. When she looked at Shade, she immediately noticed the fading blood-red tint in his eyes. For some reason, her heart seemed to stop for a second, then returned to normal after that second passed.
Shade shook his head.
"That's a difficult question to answer. In any case, not being drained of blood is a good thing. The origins of this Keeper of Secrets Level Relic are probably very interesting. I mean the source of these curses."
The dice returned to the Fat Fishmonger's hand. This time, the die he threw landed on 3. He continued forward to the fourteenth square. This way, even if the three of them rolled a 6 this time, the final score of 14:16 would not leave too great a gap in combat strength between the two sides.
Miss Reinhart appeared rather nervous, but this girl who looked cold on the outside yet was actually quite warm-hearted still threw the dice decisively.
The three of them looked up together, and the spinning die finally stopped on 2.
"It's fine. Luck rises and falls."
The witch was somewhat disappointed, so Shade quietly comforted her in a low voice. Then, bracing himself against the Gale blowing down from above, he supported the old man and moved forward with her.
The three arrived at the twelfth square. This time, no abnormal phenomena appeared, such as a blizzard rushing at them or bats attacking. Instead, rumbling sounds came from all three of their stomachs at once.
The long-lost feeling of hunger reminded Shade of the confusion and helplessness he had felt when he had first arrived in this