Meeting The Curse's Caster

The Queen sat on a chair.

Her eyes were closed, and most of her body was covered in purple veins.

She seemed to be asleep.

"Did she come here to die like this?"

"How far will she go to maintain her dignity as the Tyrant?"

"It's because you do things like this that you've made enemies everywhere!"

She must've been in terrible pain.

Nonetheless, her expression remained stone cold. It irritated Paul.

"If it's going to be like this, I would rather kill you with my own hands."

He was thankful that Clara wasn't here.

Because she would've definitely stopped him.

Even the reason Clara cast the curse was because Paul persuaded her.

Paul threw Neo's corpse aside and pulled out his sword.

He approached the Queen.

His arms shook and his breathing became ragged.

He could not help but worry if the Queen would wake up.

While his complete focus was on the Queen, Neo's corpse moved.

The injury on his neck rapidly healed and he opened his eyes.

As he woke up, he realized 40% of his Divine Energy was used to heal his body before his soul was revived.

The flow of Divine Energy alarmed Paul, and then he heard a tired, yet emotionless voice, "What a shitty skill."

Paul snapped his head towards his back.

Before he could see Neo, Neo used Necrotic Touch and grabbed his face.

Black ink dripped from Neo's hand after he applied three stacks.

"You're alive!?"

Paul, his face covered in black ink, jumped back, dumbfounded.

He could clearly remember the sensation of Neo's cold corpse.

"H-how? Are you an illusion created by the Queen?"

Neo did not respond. He stared at him with an unfeeling gaze.

In truth, Neo was in a daze. Using three stacks of Necrotic Touch used another 30% of his Divine Energy, leaving him only 30% of the total energy reserves.

He was anemic after burning so much God Blood.

Slightly out of it, he looked at the room.

The Queen, asleep, was resting on the chair, he stood near the wall, and it was dark outside.

The only enemy inside the room was Paul.

"You! Why aren't you responding!?"

Paul pounced on Neo. Just as his sword was about to hit him, Neo activated the Spell.

The dark ink on Paul's face seeped into his skin and began to devour his lifespan.

"Arghghgh!!! What is this!!! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Unlike the Gulwaks, Paul's body did not shatter, and he seemed to be under immense pain.

Was it because he was a living soul?

Neo watched him calmly.

He did not like torturing people but there was no need to show sympathy for those who killed him.

"Now, how do I call your sister? If I remember correctly, both of you have an artifact that tells you if the other's life is in danger."

As soon as Neo finished his words, his death affinity reacted.

An overwhelming amount of danger was coming at him.

He didn't dodge, knowing the person who was the source of danger was coming towards him.

Just as he expected, the wall next to him broke.

A hand shot through it and grabbed his neck.

"What did you do to him?" Clara questioned, enraged. She walked through the wall as if it was made of paper. She spoke in an icy tone, "Answer me."

Orbs of liquid metal materialized in the room.

They transformed into weapons aimed at Neo.

Neo, unaffected by intimidation, grabbed her arm and applied two stacks of Necrotic Touch.

…!!!

Clara sensed something was wrong and hurriedly threw him away.

He crashed through the broken wall.

"This is…?"

Clara noticed the black markings on her hand.

Her face hardened as she recalled Neo's "curse ability".

She could feel her lifespan draining at a snail's pace.

It was not dangerous for her, but it could kill Paul, an Awakened Demigod, and her brother, within a few minutes.

Neo did not stand up.

He remained lying on the wall's rubble and stared at the roof in a daze.

But to Clara it looked as if he did not care about pain, or her rage.

"It's a Death Mark," he explained. "Once that appears on your body, you will die, no questions asked."

Clara clenched her teeth. Her brother's blood-curdling scream filled her with despair and anger. Desperate to stop Neo, she stabbed a sword into his leg and twisted it.

"Release the curse on my brother or…"

Her words were stuck in her throat. She thought Neo would scream or cry from the pain, just like her brother, but he stared at her with a calm, unmoving gaze.

"I told you," he spoke unhurriedly. "I'm Immortal."

"…!?"

"Death threats or torture wouldn't work on me."

In panic, Clara forgot Neo was supposed to be dead.

Her face went under countless changes when she realized he was actually immortal.

While Clara was frozen, Neo stood up and approached the table with a limp.

He sat with a thump before he prepared the teacups.

"Where are the tea leaves?" He opened the teapot. "Clara, can you get me some tea leaves? They should be in the cabinet."

His throat had become parched after exhausting most of his Divine Energy for resurrection.

"What?"

"Tea leaves. In the cabinet."

"....Why are you so calm in the current situation?" Her face twisted into a grimace.

"…?" Neo was confused. "What's wrong with getting snacks? I'm parched and hungry."

Clara clenched her jaw.

The Queen was halfway through the door of death, her brother was screaming in pain, dozens of weapons were aimed at him, and his leg was bleeding.

He wanted snacks in this situation?

"Crazy bastard."

"Just get me the tea leaves. It's not like you can kill me."

Clara knew that.

Only the curse's caster could do something about the curse.

If she wanted to save Paul, she had to listen to him.

What she didn't know was the fact that all of it was a lie woven by Neo.

Necrotic Touch, a Magic Spell, would disappear after his death.

It would not linger like a curse.

Neo took the tea leaves Clara brought and started making tea.

"Sit," he said.

Both of them stayed silent after she heeded his words.

Clara was furiously thinking of a way to save her brother, while Neo was appreciating the tea.

"What do you want?" She asked as Neo calmly sipped the tea. "And stop… please, my brother is in pain."