The stars were brilliant.
Alistair sat on the stone steps, his gaze coldly fixed on the sky where the stars representing the Magic Queen gradually obscured those of Hecate.
From then on, the fate of Hecate was unseen.
"If we're talking just about Talent and capacity, you should have had the chance to become a Demon," came a charming voice.
Alistair glanced at the source of the voice, only to see the Bloody Countess approaching him, smoothing her skirt as she sat down, her curiosity apparent as she asked.
"Why have you maintained your human identity until now?"
"..."
Alistair was silent for a moment, then replied, "Even if all the rituals that Hecate calculated had gone well, there was no guarantee of becoming a Witch."
"Why?" The Bloody Countess looked curious. She had taken some time to learn about Alistair, formerly hailed as the most talented Mage, who had committed various unforgivable grave sins.
