Chapter Fifty Three
"Master, are you okay?"
Kaelen's voice reached me through a thick, suffocating haze. I slowly opened and closed my fist, trying to force the warmth back into my fingertips.
So much work... How troublesome.
[Ping!]
[What happened, host?]
The only way to reverse a curse cast by a black mage is to find the rat and make him undo it himself.
[Ping!]
[Can't host just break it? Host has lived for so long.]
Yeah... but this isn't a circle, or a formation, or some low-level necromancy spell. Curses are the most troublesome branch of the dark arts. You don't just worry about the victim. You have to worry about the caster's well being until the curse is undone.
It's incredibly annoying.
[Ping!]
[The kid looks scared. She probably thinks Host hates her. You pulled your hand back too abruptly.]
Haizz...
