Demoness's Journey

Throughout Europe's history, there had always been such a legend.

On moonless, lightless nights, if you heard footsteps passing outside your door,

never open it.

The people who lived there had almost all heard such stories from their parents and elders since childhood.

It was said that in certain remote villages, farmers' estates, or even small towns within minor nobles' territories,

one day, people would suddenly go mad without warning.

Sometimes everyone vanished as if they had evaporated. Sometimes the men were brutally burned to death. Sometimes entire villages and towns became ruins.

According to a gatekeeper who had luckily escaped the destruction of a small town, the only difference that night from any other was the arrival of a woman in a black cloth cloak.

She had seemed to be muttering something in a daze, and then the town was destroyed.

At first, no one believed such baseless rumors. But when a second survivor screamed in terror, "Black cloth cloak! Black cloth cloak!" among an entire village driven mad,

the tale swiftly spread amid people's growing fear, and little by little, people gave it a name:

—Witch's Curse

Those villages that had suddenly been destroyed, those people who had gone mad, had all become that way because they had suffered the Witch's Curse.

As such incidents continued to occur at completely irregular intervals, more and more people gave up living in small villages and fled to larger cities and towns.

In the legends passed from mouth to mouth, the "Demoness" at the root of the disasters was described as increasingly terrifying.

"She has a long hooked nose, bulging eyes, countless wrinkles piled across her face, only three teeth in her mouth, and a black cloth cloak! She drags people into cellars, dismembers them with a saw, and boils them