Nacol’s master had desperately attempted to defend Nacol at the time, even ordering him to flee to Gunter Manor to seek refuge and call for help!

By that point, the young man had already killed eighteen people without even breaking a sweat. Nacol and his master quickly found out that he knew how to use black magic as well! His magic seemed to stem from a weird-looking flower that he held in his hand.

Sometime after Nacol began running, the young man caught up to him and somehow imprinted the flower against his chest! Immediately after that happened, Nacol had felt as though his soul was being torn apart, and a dizzy spell instantly swept through his entire body.

Even so, Nacol knew that he couldn’t allow himself to fall at that moment. After all, his master was still waiting for the rest of the Gunters to come over and rescue him. With that, Nacol gritted his teeth and continued crawling forward as he listened to the near-endless shrieks of dying people behind him.

He was to