A hoarse cry rose.
Behind her, a woman holding her dead husband approached Feya, sobbing with a raw voice, "Return Lanse to me! It's all your fault. None of this would have happened if it weren't for you!"
"You damned harbinger of plague!"
"Why won't you just die!"
Feya was unable to rebuff the woman's accusations.
She merely remained silent.
The woman seemed to take Feya's silence as a retreat, and with the death of her husband, she completely lost her reason. Suddenly, she stood up, drew a small knife, and charged at Feya.
However, as she neared within two meters of Feya, the woman stepped on a round stone on the ground by accident, lost her balance, and fell onto the side, tumbling into a pile of grass.
Feya did not move an inch.
When what was called 'luck' manifested itself upon her, it brought misfortune to others, and this misfortune could affect anyone near her.
