Chapter 75

The appearance of a magic beast anywhere other than a border region touching the Demon Realm was a grave matter, serious enough to determine a nation's fate.

Fortunately, however, this magic beast, which resembled a maiden ghost, did no harm whatsoever to people aside from the demonic energy it emitted.

As she listened to the magic beast's heart-rending, desperate wail, Vieta recalled a superstition she had always treated as a joke.

‘Wasn't it said that someone would die whenever that magic beast cried?’

Though it was only a superstition, neither the time nor the place was suitable for leaving the magic beast alone. Vieta drew her dagger through the air, and a red aura curved like a crescent moon flew toward the magic beast.

The magic beast let out a shriek, turned into a handful of ashes, and collapsed where it stood.

With the magic beast gone, Vieta turned and headed back toward the camp.

Just as she was hurrying into her tent, someone sprang from the darkness and reached to seize her wrist.

The person who blocked her was one of the Young Duke's knights. Apparently unable to believe that a mere squire had evaded his grasp, the knight stared blankly, then seemed to regain his senses and spoke sternly.

“Where have you been at this hour?”...