"Eh, why is nothing happening to me?"
In the expansive and deserted library, a slender little Silver Dragon with shining silver scales was looking at the terrifyingly fierce book spirit in front of her, moving her body, affirming that nothing had happened to her, and then cast a bewildered look at Black Curse.
"What kind of curse did you cast on me?" The little silver dragon had a cautious look on her face, aware that many curses could have delayed effects or needed specific conditions to take effect.
"..." Seeing this cautious little silver dragon, Black Curse, which was already depressed because its spell attempt had been thwarted due to the power left by Muria that sealed it, felt that it was on the verge of losing its form.
