Chapter 155: Since You Don’t Want to Be Decent, Let Me Help You Be Decent

The fight between Ram and the Witch Cultists was still ongoing.

Even though she was young, Ram displayed remarkable strength.

The Witch Cultists were no match for her, but…

Despite being twin sisters, Rem's strength was far weaker than Ram's.

Ram had to fight off the Witch Cultists while simultaneously protecting Rem, making the battle much harder for her.

A horned Ram was undeniably powerful, but her limited combat experience left her struggling to manage both offense and defense.

Finally—

Crack!

Ram had just blocked an attack meant for Rem when, under the glow of the raging fire, a flash of crimson light streaked through the air—

A pure white horn was severed from Ram's forehead.

A wave of excruciating pain surged through her, and her expression froze.

Just moments ago, she had been an unstoppable warrior. Now, she crumbled to the ground.

With her horn shattered, the magical energy within her drained rapidly.

"Sister!!"

Terrified, Rem clung to Ram, sobbing in despair.

Rem's strength was nowhere near her sister's.

With their parents dead and Ram's collapse, Rem was paralyzed by fear.

She didn't know what to do.

She didn't know how to face the cultists closing in around them.

According to Roswaal's plan, this was the moment he was supposed to step in, drive away the Witch Cultists, and bring Ram and Rem back to his mansion as maids.

But the arrival of Kahn and Zalama had shattered that script.

Now that Ram's horn had been severed, the Witch Cultists knew she was no longer a threat.

They surrounded the sisters, creeping closer and closer.

Rem, trembling, stared at them in horror as despair clawed at her heart.

However—

Just as she was about to lose hope, her eyes widened in shock.

Before her, every single Witch Cultist that had been closing in suddenly transformed into countless glowing purple embers—

And then, they vanished into the night sky.

"Rem."

Amidst her confusion, a gentle voice reached her ears.

She lifted her tear-filled gaze and saw Kahn and Zalama standing before them.

"Big brother, please! Save my sister!"

Seeing Kahn was like finding the last lifeline.

Kahn nodded, then exchanged a glance with Zalama .

Zalama understood immediately. She reached out and lightly touched Ram's forehead—

A soft glow enveloped the broken horn—

And, miraculously, it regrew before their eyes.

The moment her ghostly horn was restored, Ram's once-ashen face regained its color.

"Sister! Are you okay?!"

Rem asked excitedly.

Even at her young age, she understood that a ghost clan's power was linked to the natural horn on their forehead.

"I'm fine, Rem."

Ram smiled weakly, then turned to Zalama and bowed her head.

"Thank you, Sister Zalama !"

Zalama 's lips curled into a warm smile.

"No need to thank me. Didn't you two show kindness by taking in my husband and me just now?"

—Meanwhile, Roswaal, who had been watching from the shadows, was frozen in shock.

"Am I seeing things? Her severed horn… grew back?"

Roswaal's expression darkened.

His carefully laid-out plans had gone completely off the rails.

No matter how many scenarios he had accounted for—

He had never anticipated the wildcard that was Kahn and Zalama .

Realizing that his scheme had collapsed, Roswaal made a swift decision—

He turned and took off into the night sky, intending to flee.

No matter how much he hated it, Kahn and Zalama were simply too dangerous.

Engaging them would be too risky.

But—

Just because Roswaal wanted to escape didn't mean Kahn would let him.

"Roswaal, did I give you permission to leave?"

Kahn's voice rang out, chillingly calm.

Roswaal's body stiffened.

Then—

A tremendous force yanked him backward.

His pupils shrank in horror.

Roswaal, who had just taken flight, was dragged back instantly.

SLAM!

Kahn seized Roswaal by the throat.

Roswaal's face twisted in rage.

"You bastard! What the hell do you want?!"

Kahn's gaze was icy.

"I should be asking you that. What were you planning?"

"I… I was just passing by!"

Roswaal gritted his teeth, desperately trying to defend himself.

"Really? What a coincidence."

Kahn chuckled.

"Since you don't want to be decent, let me help you be decent."

He tightened his grip.

"You orchestrated this whole thing, didn't you? You allied with the Witch Cultists to attack the Oni Village, knowing Ram would lose her horn. All so you could swoop in like a hero and take in the twins."

"…!"

Roswaal's eyes widened in panic.

How the hell did Kahn know everything?!

Kahn turned to Ram and Rem.

"Ram, Rem, this man helped slaughter your people and was about to manipulate you into thinking he was your savior."

"Do you think someone like that deserves to live?"

Ram's face contorted in fury.

"He's worse than a demon! If it weren't for Big Brother Kahn, I can't imagine what would have happened. The idea of treating this man as my benefactor makes me sick!"

"Sister's right!"

Rem clenched her fists.

If not for Kahn, they would have been deceived—

And that thought alone filled them with hatred.

For the first time, Ram felt relieved that she had taken Kahn and Zalama in that night.

Otherwise, their fates would have been tragic.

Roswaal, drowning in humiliation, wanted nothing more than to disappear into a hole in the ground.

His plan—

A plan he had spent years preparing—

Had crumbled into dust.

"If you don't want people to find out about what you've done, you shouldn't have done it in the first place."

Kahn's voice was cold.

He glanced at Ram.

"You said people like him are a waste of air."

Kahn's expression darkened.

"Then let me fix that."

At that moment, a suffocating aura of death filled the air.

Roswaal's face twisted in terror.

He opened his mouth, as if to beg for mercy—

But it was too late.

A brilliant flash of purple-gold energy erupted from Kahn's palm.

Roswaal didn't even have time to scream.

Like the Witch Cultists before him—

His body dissolved into shimmering embers, scattering into the night.

—With that, the man who had orchestrated so much suffering was no more.

Kahn turned back toward Ram and Rem, his expression softening.

"Alright. I've taken care of the man responsible for your village's destruction."

Ram and Rem stared at him, eyes brimming with gratitude.

"Thank you, Big Brother Kahn!"

Without him, they would have been tricked.

Without him, they would have suffered endlessly.

Kahn smiled.

"Your parents are gone, and your village is no more."

He extended a hand toward them.

"Why don't you two come with me?"