Volume 3 Chapter 183 Sarah’s Vow 3️⃣ – The Flower Of Justice
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Sarah had apparently been up right after Kian left. Her hair was neat, her face made up just right, and she wore her bright white work outfit styled like Azrael’s, moving sharply through the mansion as she gave out orders to the servants.
It seemed she had been keeping careful records of food stock, clothing and shoes for the knights, and all other daily supplies. She wrote quickly with a quill, flipping through reports without pause.
Her headscarf, which was meant to cover her head, was now wrapped loosely around her neck like a decorative scarf. The weak air she had shown last night was completely gone. As she checked donations from the town’s people, she kept scribbling swiftly in her notebook.
”Ms. Sarah.”
”Hey, Sarah.”
”Oh, good morning,” Sarah said with a soft smile, nodding toward them. “Ms. Linca. Kian.”
To Linca, her tone was simple and quick.
But to Kian, she gave a full five seconds of her time, flashing her lips in a smile that showed bright white teeth touched with lipstick.
After giving a maid instructions to take a pile of old shirts to the laundry, Sarah walked toward them, her steps clicking crisply on the floor. She wore the kind of perfect smile that people put on when they knew eyes were watching.
”I’m sorry, but today you’ll be helping us set up the Stone Soldier Formation,” Sarah said, still smiling.
”…Huh?” Kian blinked.
Sarah came to a stop. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and gave Linca a puzzled look.
”No, I was planning to help Rufna once I finished with chores. Then I was going to train with the Holy Guard.”
”Cancel everything,” Linca said firmly, stepping forward. “Tell the Holy Guard it’ll take longer than expected to prepare the formation, so you’re helping us today.”
”It really would be too much for just the two of us,” Sarah said, nodding in agreement. “If Kian helps, we’ll finish building things faster. But if Ms. Linca is the only one using magic, it’ll take about an hour to make just one formation. And we need five…”
”Enough talk, just come with us. Understood?” Linca snapped.
”Y-Yes,” Sarah said quickly. “But could you wait a little? I just need to finish handing off my tasks. The old butler should arrive soon.”
”Sarah, sorry for the trouble,” Kian said with a small bow.
”It’s fine,” Sarah said, smiling gently at him. “Let’s all win this war together.”
That soft look she gave Kian—it was different. After what happened yesterday, he couldn’t understand how she could look at him like that.
’That’s the point. You don’t get it,’ the voice echoed in his head.
(What?)
’Start by trying to understand each other. To act for someone’s sake, you must first know them well. Even if you mean well, it might turn out bad if you don’t understand what they want.’
(That makes sense… It really does.)
As Kian thought about how to do that, Linca summoned Mizuchi’s head and pulled out a small chalkboard.
It was about thirty centimeters square. A fresh white piece of chalk was clipped to the bottom.
She brought out a second one and handed each board to Kian and Sarah.
”What’s this?” Kian asked, holding his.
”From now on, write a diary on that every day,” Linca said firmly. “Not a merchant’s log or a mission report. Just a simple diary like a child might write—what happened that day, and most importantly, how you felt about it.”
”And what are we supposed to do with it?” Sarah asked, tilting her head as she took a backpack from a bug-shaped golem.
”You exchange them,” Linca said.
”You want me and Sarah to trade diaries?” Kian asked, squinting.
”No way,” Sarah said flatly. “That sounds like such a hassle. Why should we do something so childish?”
”There’s nothing interesting in my day,” Kian added. “It’s just a waste of time.”
”Wait,” Sarah said suddenly, raising a hand. She looked at Kian with a serious expression. “We don’t get mental resets through sleep like most people. Keeping a diary could help us reflect and keep our emotions under control.”
”I see… That might help boost work efficiency,” Kian said, nodding slowly.
”WRONG!! Completely, utterly wrong!!” Linca shouted, bouncing up and down as she made a huge X with her arms in front of her chest.
Her energy was bizarre for this early in the morning—but then again, she had pulled an all-nighter. While Kian and Sarah leaned toward tired and low-energy, Linca apparently turned hyper and strange instead.
As she hopped, her white robe slipped off her shoulder, revealing her bare skin. Her chest, wrapped in a tight black Eastern-style dress, barely moved, likely because of the stiff inner support, but still bounced just enough to catch eyes.
Owl Knights nearby froze, nostrils flaring. Seeing that, Sarah hurried over to fix Linca’s robe, shielding her from the men’s eyes.
Then Linca pointed straight at Kian from beside Sarah.
”You two are doing a diary exchange because you act like children!!“
”We are adults,” Sarah said with dignity. “We’ve been through a lot. Yesterday was rough, but in the end, I think we understood each other better. Thanks to you, Ms. Linca. Truly, thank you.”
Sarah smiled bashfully. Linca stared at her like she was a talking animal.
”No, you understood nothing!! What is wrong with you two?!” Linca cried, gasping. “Fine! Then do it every day. Also—hug each other for at least thirty seconds after waking up. Say ‘I love you,’ even if it’s a lie. Stay near each other during the day and really observe. Don’t assume you already know everything just because you’re childhood friends. You two don’t know anything about each other!”
”That’s rude,” Sarah said, crossing her arms. “I know everything about Kian. For example, his favorite food. He loves sweets—just like me! He always drank honey coffee back in Azrael, right?”
”Ah, yeah,” Kian said, forcing a smile.
It had been torture, honestly. He forced himself to drink it to match Sarah, but each day she added more honey, until it nearly made him sick. Still, since honey was rare and nutritious, he always made sure to finish it.
(Ugh… even thinking about it makes me feel sick.)
’Sounds like a trauma. You really went through it,’ the voice said.
(And don’t even get me started on the dried dates soaked in syrup. Dates on their own are fine, but that…)
’Oh yes, she gave those out in the memory world too…’
”No lies in the diary,” Linca warned, showing them a magical contract with a terrifying smile.
”You don’t have to share your darkest secrets. Just write about the small stuff that happened and your real feelings about it. Don’t worry about pleasing the other person. The reason you’re all twisted up is because you tried to consider each other without actually knowing each other. Be honest—even if it leads to a fight. Even if it leads to murder, I’ll stop you.”
”I’m not going to murder anyone,” Sarah said with a straight face.
”Really? What if Sir Kian’s cheating gets exposed?”
”I’ll pray,” she answered.
”To what?”
”To the gods. About Sir Kian.”
”And Sir Kian, please don’t get jealous when you learn Ms. Sarah had other men around during her monastery days.”
”Just tell me their names. I don’t mean anything by it.”
”I wasn’t entertaining them or anything,” Sarah said, frowning. “They just happened to be kind to me. I only spent time with others when Kian and I had separate training groups or class projects. Sure, some people stayed close even after that… Like that guy from House Shakerdoust. What was his name…? The one I punched. Abbas. Abbas Hashmalik Shakerdoust. He gave me a lot of flowers. It was honestly very annoying.”
(Wait… Is Sarah actually a—?)
’Of course she is. She was already charming the guards at Châtillon…’
(And still… I like her. Even that part of her.)
’Listen, no need to pick the worst option. Why not just choose this one here instead?’
(You’re a beauty fit to ruin kingdoms too, right? According to legend, anyway.)
As soon as he said it, Talia’s eyes widened like something had stabbed through her chest, and she turned her face away.
(Ah—sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.)
’No, it”s fine,’ Talia said, her voice faint. “I think… because of this one, Father suffered in many ways. In the end, even the kingdom was lost.”
(Talia…)
”I understand the idea behind this diary exchange,” Sarah said, arms crossed. “And the hugs too—I do like them, really. I want more. But I still don’t get what Ms. Linca is aiming for, doing all this. You’re trying to be First Wife too, aren’t you?”
”Sorry, but the stares around us are getting sharp,” Kian whispered. “Can we move somewhere else?”
His voice slipped between them carefully, but neither woman gave him so much as a glance.
”That may be true,” Linca said, keeping her gentle smile, “but I don’t want any messy tricks or deadly fights inside the harem. That would be awful for the kids, and honestly, just drains everyone’s heart. We’re lucky to have such good people gathered here—shouldn’t we all just get along?”
She reached for Sarah’s hand, leaned in close, and whispered softly, so only she could hear.
”Let’s both serve the future Ou together, shall we? We’ll care for Sir Kian’s little… pride, side by side. Forever.”
”PFFF—!”
”I’ve thought this before,” Kian said, eyebrows twitching. “But why are you so sure I’m fit to become a Lord?”
”Just a hunch,” Linca said with a calm nod.
”Pretty sure that’s wrong, though.”
”Let’s focus on fixing things between you two first,” Linca said firmly. Then she pointed at Kian, eyes sharp. “Ms. Sarah. He thinks you might betray us if Umar Vahid shows up.”
And with that, she dropped a verbal bomb—right on the one person she absolutely shouldn’t have.
”I… betray you?” Sarah repeated blankly. “Huh…? What…? Be… tray…?”
Her face showed she truly didn’t understand what was just said. It wasn’t just shock—she couldn’t even follow the grammar.
Still, Linca’s words must have echoed in her mind again. Because a second later, her eyes flew wide open.
”WhaaaaaAAAAT!? Hah!? Hah!? Eh!? Why!? How!? Are you serious!? Kian, you think I would point a blade at you!?”
”…It’s just one of the possibilities,” Kian replied, eyes tightening.
He didn’t want to imagine that future. It was a worst-case scenario, but one he couldn’t ignore.
Sarah’s past behavior… her way of thinking. Even if the chance was one percent, Kian had no choice but to keep it on the table.
Because ignoring such tiny chances in the past had almost wiped out his party—three times, in fact.
Each time, he’d only survived because he hadn’t trusted blindly.
If he’d believed even once, he would’ve been stabbed in the back.
”I doubt it’ll happen,” he said, voice steady. “But one wrong call, and we could all die. That’s why, as party leader—”
SLAP!
”…!”
Linca’s right hand landed square on Kian’s cheek.
Then came her fist—straight to the same spot. Kian could’ve dodged it, but something deep inside told him not to.
He took it. Face forward. No defense.
The taste of blood filled his mouth.
He didn’t speed up his healing. Instead, he let the dull pain stay.
”Look at Ms. Sarah’s face,” Linca said sharply.
”…!”
Sarah was—
She was crying. And not in any way Kian had seen before.
Her face had lost all color, her tears falling soundlessly down her cheeks. Kian had seen that expression before—in the slums. On a broken woman curled beside the trash.
Around them, maids whispered, “Oh no, drama?” “I heard Master Knight spent the night with Lady Sarah yesterday…” “So it was just a fling after all.”
But Kian didn’t have time for gossip.
”…I’m sorry,” he said.
His chest twisted in a raw, real panic.
He knew then—this was the one choice he should never have made.
”I’m sorry,” he said again.
”N-no, it’s my fault…” Sarah whispered, shaking.
”That’s not true!” Kian shouted, taking a step forward.
”Yes, it is,” Linca said, voice cold as ice.
She grabbed Sarah’s shoulder, turned her around, and slapped her too. Gasps burst out from the maids. “The real wife strikes the mistress!”
”Ah…”
”Ms. Sarah,” Linca said calmly. “Let’s be honest. Your past behavior was pitch black. Slimy and shameful. If you’ve changed—if you want to change—then you need to show it.”
She folded her arms and continued without pause.
”It wasn’t just Sir Kian. We had to consider betrayal from Ms. Rufna and Ms. Natra too. We had no choice! They barely know you, and all they’ve got are the stories—like the Oasis massacre cover-up. Or that double-cross with Sir Kian and Mr. Umar. That’s what they’re judging from.”
Linca took a breath.
”Ms. Rufna and Ms. Natra may have their own flaws, but that’s not the point. They had to think hard. They’re killers by trade—serious ones. They can’t afford trust if it risks the whole party’s life. Do you understand? Ms. Sarah, you’re way too secretive. I get it—you’re a warrior monk. But even then, there’s a limit.”
She leaned in.
”Have you ever tried to open up to Ms. Rufna or Ms. Natra? Didn’t you choose to keep your distance? That’s no different from what Demete does. You know that?”
Linca’s eyes softened, but her voice stayed firm.
”It’s fine to treat men like passing winds, if that’s how you protect yourself. But if you want comrades to trust you—you have to trust them first. Even if it means risking betrayal.”
”…You’re right,” Sarah said quietly. “Everything you said is true…”
”Lord Kian.”
A voice called out, cutting through the tension.
Gary and King Homork III from the Holy Guard had arrived, drawn by the commotion. They pointed toward a room deeper inside.
”We’ve prepared a space for you. It’s simple, but soundproofed. Please—talk things through properly in there.”
”Ah… I’m sorry,” Kian said, his voice shaking as he looked down. “Even though we’re about to face battle, I let something like this happen…”
(It’s all my fault.)
A heavy wave of guilt crashed down on him.
Because he couldn’t fully trust Sarah.
Because he didn’t listen to her like he should have, and made her feel alone.
Now, the problem had grown too big to ignore—and both Gary and Homork the Third were clearly worried.
Time was running short. The plans they’d made for today were slipping away, little by little.
Homork the Third looked straight at Kian, his eyes steady and clear.
”We’ll handle the mission,” he said, folding his arms. “But more than that, fixing the bonds between you is what truly matters right now.”
”I’m sorry for meddling—and for being a soft old man,” Gary said, his voice rough but warm. “But when I see young ones hurting like this, I just can’t walk away.”
”Mr. Gary… I’m so sorry,” Kian said, lowering his head. “It was my weakness that caused all this.”
”You don’t need to say sorry to us,” Gary replied. “More than that, speak from the heart. Your partner is crying.”
”…Mr. Homork… Thank you,” Kian said, bowing low.
For a man nearly thirty, it was a little embarrassing. But even so—what had been done couldn’t be undone. All he could do now was face it and move forward.
”Sarah,” he said, turning to her with steady eyes. “I want to speak with you again. This time, truly from the heart. Will you let me?”
”…Yeah,” she answered, barely above a whisper.
”Linca too,” he said, turning to the woman beside her. “Please help us, even if it’s awkward. We need someone to guide us.”
”We planned to face this together from the start,” Linca said as she stepped ahead. “Come on—let’s go.”
Kian followed behind her as she walked with quiet strength.
Noticing that Sarah was limping, he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder to support her.
”I’m sorry, Sarah,” he said, voice low. “I truly am.”
”……”
* * *
Kian opened up the darkness inside him.
He brought out the memories he had always kept locked away.
He poured out the filthy, bitter days he had shoved deep into the corner of his mind. He didn’t dress it up. He didn’t joke. He just spoke clearly—calmly—digging up the sealed truth. More than once, he might have gone into a kind of daze, waving his arms or raising his voice, making the others flinch without meaning to.
He wasn’t looking for anyone’s pity.
He just wanted to save fragile Sarah. And for that, he exposed the outline of the monster inside him.
He showed them the ugly truth.
Even after being thrown away by others, he kept getting tossed out again and again.
To survive, he joined parties as a scout—but with a quiet, plain personality, and always doing small chores like a servant, he was pushed out every time.
People started calling him trash. A “garbage picker.”
They’d thought about leaving the city. But they didn’t have the courage. They knew that no matter where they went, the way people treated them wouldn’t change. And deep down, they feared the truth—that maybe no one in the whole world loved them. They were scared of the day that truth would stand before them like a shadowy god of death.
So they trusted no one.
They gave up on people before people could give up on them.
They looked away from the real reasons they became this way. Covered up the past. Blamed others. Bit by bit, they hardened the outer shell around their heart, trying to protect the last piece of it that still felt anything.
Linca listened in silence, eyes wide.
Sarah’s face held something close to fear—as if she were seeing how Kian’s strange, insect-like inner self had come to life.
At least now, neither of them saw Kian as just another person.
And when Kian finished, it was Sarah’s turn to speak.
She told her own story—a tale of a girl who wanted to be loved more than anything, even though no one stood beside her. She made choices just to avoid being hated. She used people, made them angry, and then tried to make them like her again.
She repeated that again and again, until she forgot what really mattered.
In the end, she only ever made choices by throwing away the things that didn’t work. She kept trying to survive by getting love. And once something lost its use, she let it go.
To hide that part of herself, she wrapped it in silence.
”But even so,” Kian said quietly, after she finished. “Deep inside, you made a promise, didn’t you? You swore you’d never raise your blade against me.”
Sarah gave a small nod.
Even as she nodded, she let out a weak, self-mocking smile.
”Maybe you don’t believe me,” she said, eyes low. “After all… I abandoned you once.”
”I don’t want to know the old you,” Kian said, meeting her eyes. “I want to know who you are now.”
”────”
”Those tears weren’t fake. You really did want to reach me. And when that didn’t work, you truly fell into despair.”
”Did… did I really make that face?” Sarah asked, her voice tiny.
Kian nodded once.
Sarah gave another small nod and looked down. “I see…”
”If you can,” Kian said softly, “I want you to grow that promise. Not just to me. I want you to make it for your whole team. When someone stands in front of you needing help… don’t ask what will happen to us. First, ask if your heart wants to help that person.”
He went on.
”I want you to trust your heart. Your parents—Lord Shajar and Lady Talarene—they probably raised you with love. Maybe Umar did too. Even if the place around you was cruel, I think you were shown love. You grew up with a true heart because of that. And I believe a soft, noble flower is blooming inside you. I don’t want you to look away from it. I want you to follow it.”
”Kian… I…”
”You’re a wielder of Azrael’s Death Sword,” he said. “You’re a model for every warrior monk. That’s why—you should live by what you believe is right. Please… promise me that.”
”…Yes… Yes… I promise. …Thank you, Kian.”
”I don’t believe in gods,” he said.
Even so, she knelt down, lowering her head like someone offering a prayer.
Her soft, broken sobs sounded like a newborn child crying for the first time.
”────”
Kian took a step forward, trying to wrap his arms around her.
But in the end, he stopped himself.
If Kian touched such a terrible creature, Sarah would probably feel nothing but pure fear.
’That’s just your mind playing tricks. Ask her yourself.’
(…Got it.)
A heavy feeling of rejection weighed on Kian’s chest.
He saw it clearly in Sarah and Linca’s faces.
Still, he opened his mouth without a trace of fear.
He needed to know Sarah’s true feelings.
This was a burden Kian had to bear.
”Sarah, do you think I’m disgusting?” he asked quietly.
”…To be honest, yes. I did think that. You’re really disgusting. Not even like a human. Even the fact you try to save others—it just feels strange and gross,” Sarah said coldly.
”I understand. ──Linca, I’m sorry, but I’ll leave the rest to you. I’ll wait outside. Please wipe Sarah’s tears and help her with makeup.”
”Wait,” Sarah said, softly pushing back Linca’s hand. “Thank you, Ms. Linca.” She stood up unsteadily.
Her shaky figure reminded Kian of Serena from long ago.
For a moment, he thought he saw wings like a bird’s sprouting from Sarah’s back.
It was only sunlight shining through the window, but he wished the wings were real—that she really had them.
”I respect you,” Sarah said, placing her hand over her chest and staring at him.
Then her face twisted into a grimace.
”And, well… I do like you after all.”
”You don’t have to force yourself,” Kian said gently.
”It’s not impossible,” Sarah replied. “You just told me to follow my heart, didn’t you? Just now.”
”But I…”
”The past doesn’t matter. That’s what you said. I’m looking at the real you now.”
Her makeup was smeared by tears and runny nose, but beneath the mess, her naturally soft and beautiful face peeked through.
”You’re like a rare flower blooming in muddy dirt. You soak up the river’s filth, cleanse it, and send it back pure.”
Sarah grabbed Kian’s hand tightly, almost like she could crush his bones.
”I want to be with you. I want to support you. I want to love you more than anyone else in the world.”
Her face moved closer, her dark eyes burning with steady light as she stared deep into his.
”I love you, Kian.”
”────────────────”
”Kian?”
”I’m not crying,” he said.
”But you are.”
”Now you’re crying again.”
”Because you’re crying.”
No more words came.
Kian and Sarah held each other tight, not caring if their clothes got dirty, and they cried together.
Their hearts warmed, wounds healing in the comfort of their shared heat.
Next to them, Linca was also crying, though no one knew why.
Three grown adults, close to thirty, crying like this was a strange sight.
Thankfully, the barrier kept their ugly sounds from leaking outside.
When they finally stopped crying,
Kian and Sarah, without knowing who began it, shared a true, tender kiss.
* * *
Leaving Sarah, who said she’d remove her makeup and change clothes, Kian and Linca stepped out.
Outside, Guild staff, Owl’s Knights, and the Holy Squad bustled about.
Kian spotted Gary and Homork III directing people at the entrance and approached to apologize and thank them.
”Linca, I have to thank you too,” Kian said as they moved into the bright front yard.
”Thank you for making me realize what matters most. Without you, I would have lost Sarah.”
”I did nothing. You saved yourselves.”
”You gave us the spark. You showed us the way when we were lost and trapped. ──Thank you. I’m glad you were here. It had to be you.”
”……!”
”…What’s wrong?”
”Ah, no, nothing.”
Linca scratched her cheek, looking a little confused.
”This is the first time anyone’s said that to me. I was just one of Sir Jibril’s many smart dogs. I always thought I was replaceable.”
”No one can replace you. The idea of someone else instead of you is impossible.”
”Why?”
Kian glanced around the yard.
”Because there’s no one here with Sarah and me except you.”
──Heh. …Hehehehe, hahahaha, ha-ha-ha-ha!
”Don’t suddenly laugh like Jibril…”
”Sorry. But that laugh is addictive. If you want to copy Sir Jibril, you should start practicing that laugh first.”
”────────”
Linca looked up at Kian’s suddenly serious face and gave a smirk that was both annoying and teasing.
”You’re wondering why I care so much, right?”
”Hmm…”
”The words I said earlier—about wanting to be trusted, even if it means being betrayed—are probably why you won’t search for My shapeshifter.”
”Right. How’d you figure that out?”
”Just a guess. Sir Kian is actually pretty simple.”
”Hey…”
He made a face like he didn’t believe her.
Linca chuckled softly and then spoke seriously.
”Half of your sex drive might be because I like you. I’m meddling because I want you to fall for me.”
”Huh…? Really!? You’re joking, right? It’s weird for me to say this after making my… drop, but…”
”Two of the other five percent probably come from the night Sir Jibril left you, and your brain got fried staying with him.”
”And the last three percent?”
”Two percent is because you fell in love with Sir Kian.”
”…I guess I spilled my past already. You probably know some of it too. Growing up like that, I’m not exactly normal.”
”Don’t say that! Sir Kian is cool!”
She patted his back with a lot of energy.
Then, with a playful smile like Priscilla’s, she poked his cheek with her finger.
”I think I like Ms. Sarah too. I want to be friends—and join your harem.”
”I thought you disliked Sarah…”
”That was a mistake. I wanted to help, so I did.”
Linca crossed her arms behind her back and tiptoed toward the middle of the yard.
On the way, she glanced curiously at Talia yawning behind Kian.
But she soon smiled softly and pressed a finger to her lips.
”The last one percent is a secret.”
”I’m curious.”
”Saying it here won’t work. I’ll tell you when the time is right.”
At that moment, the castle door opened, and Sarah came out.
Knowing time was precious, she wore light Adventurer clothes, no makeup, and a bare face.
Even without makeup, Sarah looked beautiful. Maybe it was better not to wear any, since she’d move a lot.
”Sorry to keep you waiting. Kian, Ms. Linca.”
”Are you ready now?” “It’s about time! I waited so long, Ms. Sarah! Next time, lunch is on you!”
Sarah approached with a serious look, walking fast.
”I’m ready. Let’s go. Also, Ms. Linca, please treat us to dinner instead of lunch. I’m truly grateful for everything. I look forward to working with you.”
”Hehe, same here. My eternal rival.”
Sarah and Linca fist bumped.
When Kian casually put his hand on their fists, both burst into loud laughter.
”Let’s keep a diary together. I want to read your entries.”
”Got it. Thanks for coming with us.”
”No, I’m the curious one. Also,”
Sarah hugged Kian gently, holding him so he couldn’t move.
After forty seconds of that tight hold, she kissed him in the same spot as Natra had.
”Ah— I love you.”
”Oh, you do that too?”
”Of course! Come on, hurry! It’s embarrassing if only I say it!”
”I love you, Sarah.”
”────── Yeah, me too…”
”Ah, yes, yes! I love you too!”
Kian sighed as Linca suddenly interrupted from the side.
”You’re kind of lighthearted, huh?”
”That’s better, isn’t it? Being too heavy is suffocating.”
A real smile spread across Kian’s face.
Sarah smiled beside him too.
”Time is running out. We have to go now.”
”Yes,” “Let’s go.”
Linca called to Nue.
Kian and Sarah quickly jumped on.
Somewhere, a small owl hooted.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Abbas – The heir of the Shakerdoust family, a prominent clan within the Twelve Divine Generals.
• Demete – A male dark elf shaman and a servant in the Umar household.
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
• Nue – A Shikigami summoned by Linca. It has the appearance of a monster with a tiger’s limbs and a monkey’s head. Nue is a powerful but dangerous creature that requires a skilled magician to control.
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