âDamn itâ¦.â
A secluded residence, somewhat distant from the main city.
A lake adorned with autumn-tinted maple leaves and koi fish glistening with beautiful scales.
Beneath the expensive mansion, an old man let out a heavy sigh.
A distant, overwhelming energy lingered in the air.
Melodies formed, weaving through the atmosphere as if to sustain that energy.
Others might not have noticed it, but the old man saw the sinister scene with perfect clarity.
ââ¦Head of the family, just what in the world are you doing?â
It was undoubtedly the power of sorcery.
Not just any sorceryâsomething meticulously prepared and intricately calculated over a long period.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Imagining the sacrifices needed to fuel such a spell was impossible.
Chilling.
What kind of madness could have led someone to create such a thing?
â...â
Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, the old man, Divine Doctor, scowled.
Should he go down there? Should he head into the city even now?
His body was closer to that of an ordinary man.
The distance was too great to hear anything, but his instincts screamed at him.
Pain and screamsâthey resonated in his soul.
People were being wounded, crying out in anguish.
And their suffering echoed as his own.
He had to go.
What could an old body like his do? Such hesitation was a luxury.
Hadnât he known this from the moment he cast aside his family name?
âI am a physician.â
Even when he lamented his life and sought to escape it,
The Divine Doctor had never abandoned his convictions.
Though his aging body clung desperately to life, he would not forsake his duties.
With that thought, his feet began to move toward the city.
âElder, please donât forget.
â...â
Suddenly, he froze.
âNo matter what happens today, close your eyes and cover your ears. Please stay here, just for today.
It was that wretched brat who had worked him half to death under the guise of training.
âWhat are you talking about?
âI know youâll try to get involved, Elder. Thatâs why Iâm asking you to restrain yourself.
âStop spouting nonsense. Speak clearly so this old man can understand.
â...
The damn brat had hesitated for a moment.
That troubled look of his was unsettling.
Unfortunately, the Divine Doctor had no talent for fixing faces, so there was no helping it.
Anywayâ
The brat, after a brief hesitation, had tried to convince him.
âJust trust me and stay put. If that doesnât work, Iâll have to resort to threats, so canât you just trust me?
ââ¦?
Heâd thought the brat had lost his mind.