Sheryl's POV
Right now, looking at Stan's dead body was like staring at my own future. Eyes were wide open, mouth foaming, hideous, and ugly with warts all over his face.
If I had to live looking like this in the future, then I'd rather die!
"Megu! Can you heal this?!" Emi shouted, but Megu didn't respond right away and only looked like she was about to cry.
"I . . . I tried. It doesn't work."
Oh, for heaven's sake! You're over forty years old! I was the one who was supposed to cry.
"How useless can you be?!" Emi shouted at her.
If this disease or whatever this was couldn't be healed, then it would be best for me to die instead. I refused to live, looking like hell was on my face.
When I was about to give in to my heart's desire and scratch this unbearable itch, the giant wooden gate opened, revealing a man's figure.
The glare from the other side made me reflexively squint, so I shaded my eyes with my hand.
