663, Written at the Birth of the Duke

As the strongest hunter known,

Matthew had unfortunately been unable to overcome that bizarre curse, so much so that he had once been tormented by severe vomiting and diarrhea.

This time, the curse manifested as a haunting of the Dusk Bell, yet it seemed to have little effect on him.

Inside the Dusk Bell, however, there was widespread panic.

Hmm...

It was embarrassing.

An organization that specialized in killing hunters was now haunted.

It was truly ridiculous.

But this time, Matthew did indeed catch a trace of the curse.

Inside the room.

Matthew's eyes became very dangerous.

Clenching his teeth, he sneered, "I've finally found you. No matter who you are, you're going to die this time."

No sooner had he finished speaking.

An eye pattern with intertwined pupils appeared on the palm of his right hand, and just as the eye blinked, his entire being merged into the darkness.

And within the secret chamber of the house.