In exchange for one night, she obtained the death that she longed for. The only thing left was to pierce her neck the same way as she usually does when slaughtering people. It’s so easy to die.

However, no matter how indifferent Christa was, she was afraid of her second death. She remembered the terrible pain of being tortured and burned at the stake.

What if she fails? What if she can’t die and suffer instead?

Her whole body trembled. When she took someone’s life, she was able to stab them without a blink, but she was afraid the moment it became her life she’s about to take.

‘Most definitely…… If I’m going to do this…….’

Cold sweat runs through the nape of her neck. She’s been painting death like that, but she realized that even in her head, she naturally excluded direct words related to death.

“Haha…”

Christa remembered what she had thought while smelling the mold at the dungeon the whole time she was imprisoned.

A burst of laughter broke out. What the hell is she hesitating for?

The victims of her blood-stained hands, the painful screams. Among them were innocent civilians. There was a colleague of hers who crossed the line with her. Didn’t she tear up all those lives mercilessly as if laughing at them?

She was a monster.

It had to end now so as not to repeat the same mistakes.

She recovered her breath and carefully lifted the silver sword. The sharp blade reflected the sunlight and created a rainbow of light. It’s blinding.

Then she heard someone’s voice.

“Christa!”

It was Ragnar. His figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Then he grabbed the blade with his bare hands.

“C, Captain?”

Christa tried to figure out what was happening now with her surprised rabbit eyes. Why did this guy show up here all of a sudden? How did he know?

There was only one answer.

‘Oh, he wants to get the Holy Sword back…….’

Christa’s red eyes fluttered relentlessly.

“Are you crazy?”

Ragnar grabbed the blade with his left hand and pulled it down. At the same time, he grabbed Christa’s hand holding the sword handle with his other hand.

“Ah…”

An emergency signal rang through Christa’s head. She stiffened with embarrassment. She doesn’t know how to deal with this situation. This situation was unexpected.

Therefore, she had no choice but to stay still like a frozen frog in front of its natural enemy. The two have been in such a close standoff for some time. It was Ragnar’s side who spoke first.

“Like that…”

Ragnar’s voice was rather exasperated. She felt like he’s about to explode and that he’s trying so hard to be patient.

His right hand that wrapped around Christa’s hand, was trembling. She could feel the humid heat through her palm. His rough breathing and his flushed face seemed quite angry.

So it will be. She’s been caught stealing.

Christa was prepared to be beaten up a few times. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her molars. However, what Ragnar said was a word that was difficult to understand.

“Was it that bad? You wanted to die right after you did it with me?”

“What?”

She was prepared for a punch, but the violence she had been waiting for did not return. What did this guy just say? She had to repeat in her head what she heard.

‘Was it bad? What is? After doing it? It?’

“Ah!”

At once her pale face heated up as if it had been painted red.

His next word was hard to hear. Last night’s persistent affair came to mind.

The act of connecting with excellent guidance was very pleasant. She even bit the back of his neck last night without realizing it.

To be exact, it was an unconscious act of finding the source of guiding, the essence of life flowing under his skin. Even now, the teeth marks she made are clear between the hem of his clothes.

Even before her regression, she took life by biting the back of a person’s neck like this. At that time, the memory was faint and sparsely cut off. But it wasn’t like that last night. The act had a good intention.

Christa knew she was desperate for it. The fact that she can never forget what she’s already experienced once.

How dare she do such a thing and think of staying alive. Blood rushed to her face to the point where her hot face became stiffer.

At that moment she was seized with a great sense of sin.

When she got back to her senses, Ragnar’s blood was dripping on the floor. It was a natural result because he grabbed the blade with his bare hands. The blood on the floor created a small puddle and gradually expanded her power.

Christa felt her senses becoming extremely sensitive. Even though there’s no way, the sound of blood dripping on the floor hit her ears like thunder.

She heard a vibrating sound like a bug’s wing. She felt like every cell from the top of her head to the tip of her toes was waking up. Her back is tingling.

Now Christa knew this sense well. This is a symptom of her power about to run wild.

Her head was boiling with water. It was obvious that if she did something wrong here, she would lose her reason again and attack people.

It was hot as if her throat was burning. Warm hunger comes from deep in her stomach. There is only one thing to do to satisfy this hunger.

“Say anything–”

“Please… stay away.”

That was the most resistance Christa could muster. Her eyes keep blinking black. At this rate…….

“Haa… Haah…….”