Sirena, trembling with fear, had already accepted her death, but when she opened her eyes, she saw scarlet drops of blood falling in front of her, quickly approaching the ground.
Her gaze followed one of the drops, which like dew, eventually fell from the tip of the grass, soaking into the ground and forever remaining in this perishing place.
Then, Sirena slowly turned her head, in disbelief, looking at Ethan's cold face and his wounded hand that clutched the sharp blade of the katana.
"Ethan... What are you doing?" Emrim asked with his eyes wide open. He was in shock and didn't understand anything just like Sirena.
"I didn't expect us to run into the Witch, so... I didn't give precise instructions. It's my fault." Ethan uttered, removing his hand from under the sharp blade, "We're not going to kill her."
