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The Wind Mage kept rushing down the mountain, however even as she reached the place where she felt the traces of the shadow, she hadn't seen anyone.
Along the way, there was not a single person that she had seen. She wasn't sure if the person she was supposed to kill had already run away?
She felt slightly glad. Even if the person could help her, could she really ask for his help? She couldn't even open her lips to ask a question without the permission of her son, all because of that otherworldly slave seal.
Even though she had studied magic all her life, she had never heard about the existence of a seal like that. It was like some monstrous ability that had appeared out of thin air around the same time that her son had changed.
Her eyes were still filled with many questions, but in this hell, she couldn't do anything but watch her son ruin the lives of other people.
