"Ugh!? What!"
The arrogant face of Persha, who recovered her living body at the cost of the undead one, suddenly looked a little terrified, her eyes staring at Raven, who was no longer seeming weak, but rather his face was filled with pride, acceptance and pity.
"You... what did you do to me!?" Her voice was the same beautiful voice, filled with a melody like a famous singer in a quiet family bar singing to her most cherished fans.
"Nothing, you are Persha, the fourth seat of dread. My beloved Knightq, how could you expect me to let you go so easily?" Raven's voice was neither angry nor forceful.
Instead, he looked upon her with pity and happiness.
'Because you exist, I now know for a fact my mother and father can be returned and the old man who entered that hell to save me.'
