'A curse user, right in the middle of town. Just great,' Ace internally groaned, blaming his luck. Today was officially not his day. First, he stumbled into a curse array and an unknown curse guild at the winery. Then, he nearly ran into members of the S.S.S. at the highway-side resort. If that wasn't bad enough, he barely escaped a berserk curse slave in the woods. Now, all he wanted was to enjoy a hearty meal and bank some fat, but no—a curse user had to come to find him.
It was as if he was wearing a giant neon sign that said "Curse Magnet!"
To make things worse, this was the second time Dame Wasp's cybernetic senses had failed him today. Ace clenched his jaw, silently controlling himself from contacting her to ask what was going on, and Dame Wasp, who was sharing his sense, did not contact him either. There was a reason why they were holding back.
