'Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!'
The first page of the book was filled with a single word, and one single word only.
It repeated over and over again.
"....."
I could almost feel the rage and hatred Julien had poured into the word. The page was marked with visible dents, left behind by the force of his pen as he pressed down in anger.
More than anger...
I could also feel his obsession.
'Why couldn't it be me? What good is there to be talented in curse magic?'
'I am the first son of this household! Why am I not a swordsman!? I should be better than everyone! And yet...!? All I have are useless talents!'
'Why!?'
'Why!'
"...."
The handwriting was all over the place.
There were some words that I struggled to fully understand given how poorly written they were. But the intent behind each word was clear.
