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A hole appears in the skin and a ray of blood shoots into the air.

‘Sweet smell.’

In an instant, I shook off the curse of hunger that had taken over my brain and applied pressure to the injured area.

“People who can be treated! Please come quickly.”

After calling someone, I checked Pieta’s condition.

She didn’t look surprised, but had a bitter expression on her face.

“Perna, are you okay?”

“Yes. are you okay. I thought the ministry magic would be okay, but it wasn’t.”

The reason why I, who suffered her pain, had scars on my body. I could understand why her magic failed.

‘The blood is sharp. It’s like being stabbed with a spear.’

The moment she tries to use magic. The blood was flowing, tearing through my arm. And the moment the magic is complete. It flew out, blowing a hole in its arm.

‘At this level, it’s enough to build up resentment.’

I think even the Pope would have built up resentment if he had lived through this kind of pain.

“Perrin. Didn’t it hurt?”

“I’m fine. Since when has it been like this?”

“12 years old. From then on, my whole body hurt. I thought I hid it well until now, but you found out.”

She spoke as if she was okay, but there were tears in her eyes. As if I would burst into tears at any moment.

“Senior. Can I ask for Perna?”

“Yes. I understand.”

The senior seemed to sense something as well and accepted my request.

Perna headed to the health room with her senior, and the class continued with the remaining students. However, I couldn’t concentrate in class.

The sweet smell of blood and the cursed ether that clung to the pooled blood.

Perna is cursed.

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Duke Morvus.

A family that had a power second only to the royal family in the Demon Nation, which valued military power, and made great contributions in war by using aggressive blood magic.

Among them, the current head of the family, Balak Morvus, is the strongest person in the family’s history and is said to be a master of widespread annihilation magic.

It’s my father.

I was born as the first daughter of the Morbus family.

He was born with vast and pure mana, and the amount of mana his blood could contain was within the reach of all vampires of all time.

I started training in mana when I was three years old, and started training in blood magic when I was five.

Etiquette and academic classes.

Mana and blood magic training.

Various weapon techniques and actual combat training.

Training was conducted under the guidance of his father, and he invested all his time in training except eating and sleeping.

-For the Morvus family, power is everything.

-I cannot tolerate resting on talent.

-With that talent, rest is a luxury.

-If only you weren’t there. My father would have looked after me.

All the vast mana was squeezed out, and blood poured out to the point where he collapsed. My body and the training ground were always wet with blood.

My father only looked at my talent.

My mother never talked to me.

My younger brother resented me.

My heart was dying little by little.

And, when I turned 12.

My body also started dying.

-Cough.

When I woke up to the pain of my body being torn apart, a huge amount of blood poured out of my mouth.

‘it hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts’

Terrible pain felt throughout the body. Even though I felt like I was going to lose my mind due to the tearing pain, I repeatedly came back to my senses due to the terrible pain.

-Perna, are you okay?

-Quick, quickly call a doctor!

Healing magic and anesthetics. Only after using all means, including sedatives and painkillers, to block the pain, was I able to come to my senses.

After that, I tried to find out the reason for the pain through various tests, but in the end, I couldn’t find the reason.

The bigger problem was that when I tried to use magic, blood rushed out and hurt my body. The pain led to the magic failing to work, and even if it succeeded, the body would be dismembered or explode.

I couldn’t use any more mana.

-A shameful year for the Morvus family.

-Because of you, I can’t hold my head up.

-You act proud, but you look good.

The family’s attitude changed from that day on.

My father considered me a disgrace to the family.

My mother no longer considered me her daughter.

My younger brother looked at me and laughed.

I was locked inside the house and couldn’t go out.

No more painkillers were given.

As time passed, the servants also began to ignore me.

My younger brother, who was trained by my father, relieved his stress with me.

I could no longer see my mother.

Even if you try to commit suicide, your body won’t move due to the pain.

It was a time when I was wasting my life.

-Get up. I give you a chance to choose.

My father, whom I hadn’t seen in a while, immediately proposed a deal to me.

In exchange for painkillers, pretend not to be sick, go through the academy with a cheerful appearance and catch a strong man.

-The only thing left for you is your appearance. Do your duty for your family.

Those words were more of a notice than a transaction.

If you refuse, you just won’t get the pain medication.

Because my father was that kind of man.

I entered the academy.

***

The lecture is over.

I sat down on a nearby bench and reminisced. When I think about it now, there is something strange about it.

‘It definitely hurt.’

The pain I felt in my arm.

If I, who was accustomed to pain due to a long curse, felt that much pain, I could see how extreme the pain she was going through was.

‘I don’t like it.’

The nature of the curse on her is robbery.

Her blood does not belong to her, but to the shaman who placed the curse.

You feel pain because your blood is trying to return to the shaman.

If you try to use magic, your blood will rebel and destroy your body.

When a magician uses magic, the blood reacts and causes damage to the body.

Her body is being used as a tool for the shaman.

‘It reminds me of the past, and I don’t like it even more.’

I, too, was once used as a tool for witchcraft.

Although I lived in extreme pain that was incomparable to hers, I could understand how it felt.

‘If there were no heroes, would I have been like her?’

It’s hard to explain this feeling.

It seems similar but different from the desire to help.

‘Someone who can counsel this heart…’

I sent a message to Miss Pieta.

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To see the Pietà, I came to the church outside the academy.

As I entered the church, Catherine greeted me.

“Nice to meet you. Mr. Perrin.”

“Miss Catherine. Thank you for your help before.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about it. Rather, the saint is waiting inside.”

I followed her and headed to the office.

The saint was looking at documents inside.

“Saint Perrin has arrived.”

“I understand. Catherine doesn’t let people in.”

“Okay.”

After Catherine left, she headed to the sofa on one side of the office.

“Mr. Perrin, please sit down too.”

“Aren’t you busy?”

“It’s okay. My friend says he has concerns, I can’t ignore him.”

Suddenly, we became friends.

Can we call ourselves friends at this level?

“So, what are you worried about?”

“I don’t know how I feel.”

“Oh my, is it love?”

“How does Ms. Pieta feel when she sees someone in the same situation as herself?”

“… Mr. Perrin. Please tell me in detail.”

I told her about Perna. She knew I was under a curse, so she sensed my distress.

“Probably, it’s a feeling close to anger.”

“Is it anger?”

“Mr. Perrin knows Miss Perna’s pain. I know how painful it is to be cursed. So, I feel disgust towards the person who did that.”

“Is it selfish of me to help her?”

“You can see it that way. But, what’s so bad about that? She is suffering. Mr. Perrin can ease that pain or take it away. Of course, her thoughts are important, but there is nothing wrong with her feelings.”

anger.

The disgust for the shaman I can feel, because I know her pain.

“Thank you for listening.”

“If you are grateful, please at least say something.”

“Thank you. Pieta.”

“You’re welcome. Rather, here’s a piece of advice: Don’t try to be vague about the solution. Anyone who can place a curse on the daughter of Duke Morvus must be a powerful person.”

“I understand. I will definitely keep those words in mind.”

The person who placed the curse.

There are characters that are predictable.

‘What I need is solid information and someone with the power to interfere with the Morvus family.’

The women who followed the Pietà did not seem to know anything about the curse. In that case, you have no choice but to ask her directly.

And, those in power…

‘I’ve been asked to do something, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to solve it together.’

I headed to the 4th training hall.

-The Curse of Oblivion becomes weaker.

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As I was waiting at the training hall, Miss Barney entered the training hall.

“Perrin. Thank you for accepting the duel.”

“No. By the way, I have something to say about the duel.”

“What is it?”

“Why not have your first duel in public?”

“As long as it’s okay with you, I don’t mind. What is the second one?”

“How about having the loser grant the winner a favor as a duel reward? I don’t think I lack anything in being a hero’s disciple.”

“Suddenly, you are active. Because you don’t seem like the kind of person who would do something strange. Let me accept it.”

“Thank you for your consideration, princess.”

“Where did you learn how to speak? Dalian is tomorrow afternoon. The place is here.”

“I understand. See you tomorrow.”

That night. Through my student ID, the duel between me and Ms. Barney was announced.