All the living being It had met so far were horrified when seeing it. Some bowed their heads and fell to the ground, and even the very small number who tried to purify it, were horrified.
However, the feelings It had toward that man were unlike anything It had ever experienced before. He was not frightened, and even waved his hand at it. He went around the capital, trying to fight it with his silly methods.
âWhere are youâŠâŠ Where did you run off toâŠâŠâŠâŠ Cry Andrich!â (Cursed Spirit People)
It spread its murderous intent and searched inside the city shrouded in darkness. The muddy stream that swallows up the whole city, and the pouring rain are itself. If it touches even one part of your body, It will immediately know where you are.
It found the human woman who was driving the carpet, but It didnât care about that already.
No, It does not, not care about her, but everything is second to Cry Andrich.
It is being underestimated. It is being taken lightly. It is being ridiculed. This isââTraumatic.
A trauma It once experienced a long time ago. If It doesnât curse the target to death and make him regret it, It wonât be able to spread its grudge against humans like It has done in the past.
The only person to be captured right now, the only person to be killed with the highest priority, is Cry Andrich, who has been playing with it in every way possible.
The part that was filling the entire city was slowly seeping into the houses.
That man has used strange pieces of equipment to fend off its attacks while unscathed countless times, but it will not go like this, this time.
The water didnât have any ability to destroy things. Cry Andrich is the only target of the curse that turns itself into a muddy stream. Only Cry Andrich alone will be affected by it.
It rots your inners and inflicts pain on your soul.
Other than that, it is all just trivialities. The fact that there was a vast space in the treasure chest, the fact that It was betrayed by the two curses It brought in, and even about what It would do after It kills Cryââ.
It canât see its target. But It can sense that he is near.
He is probably hidden somewhere in this city. If he hasnât been touched by my rain, does it mean he is hiding in a building somewhere?
âIt is futile, Cry Andrich! I will neverââForgive you!â (Cursed Spirit People)
In response to that yell, the rain that poured down became stronger.
No need for small tricks. It will fill this entire mysterious city with its curse. The city is vast, but it wonât take more than an hour.
And then, it will be the end. That man has no means of dealing with that curse.
His equipment is powerful, but that is all. Humans are always like that. Compared to Spirit People, they compensate their fragile bodies with terrible armaments and attack without knowing their place. Even though they have the wisdom to understand language, they are more savage than any of the Monsters living in the forest.
It uses its power according to its emotions.
Human, be afraid. Of the Queenâs judgment. Repent of your sins and perish.
The muddy stream is its anger. The muddy rain is its tears. No matter how many years pass, It will never forget the tragedy, the anger.
For all eternity, It will be mankindâs enemy.
The cursed water is slowly increasing. Only the muddy waters and the sound of the pouring water fill the empty old city.
He shouldnât be too far away. He is close by. It can feel his presence. Although, It canât feel that powerful coaxing force that It felt at firstââ.
Then, at that moment, a loud *gatari* rattling sound came from inside one of the houses.
It instantly turns part of the water into an eyeball and sticks it to the upstairs window of the house where the sound came from.
And thenââFor a really very brief moment, It forgot its anger.
Overwhelmed with agitation, the muddy stream and the cursed rain, beautifully disappear.
It was on the second floor of an ordinary house. There was the figure of Cry Andrich, who no matter how much It cursed him, it would not be enough.
However, the only thing that was unexpected wasââThe ăThingă he was carrying on his back.
It was such a shock that even someone who only existed out of resentment toward humans forgot its resentment and anger for a moment.
On his back wasââA kindred spirit. For the one who had once served as the role of guardian, It cannot be mistakenââShe is a Spirit People woman.
Her brown skin and white hair were different from the characteristics of its own kind that It knew of, but It feel a strong connection with her. It can tellââThe blood that flowed through her veins was definitely the same as the blood that once flowed through it.
Before It knew it, It had regained its appearance before its death and was floating outside the window. Through the glass, its eyes meet, and Cry Andrichâs eyes widen.
And then, in an instant, It relived the tragedy in the past.
A burning forest. Humans who attacked with barbaric weapons made only to kill living beings. With the sound of flames in the background, they laughed madly at its people who were running away. The wooden houses that took a long time to build were cut off down to their foundations, and their ugly offensive which prioritized women and children.
It doesnât understand their purpose. It knew from its knowledge that Spirit People are being sold at high prices among humans, but It couldnât understand it at all. It couldnât believe that they were the same intelligent creature as us.
Even if It dies, It wonât be able to die until It clears the grudge It once held.
It didnât even have to think about why Cry was carrying its kinââIts compatriot on his back.
The anger that had been pushed back by the shock slowly fills it with even more heat than before. Its body transforms in response to its instinct and desire to kill.
âA hOsâŠâŠâŠâŠ TaGeâŠâŠ? YOu aRe UsIinG A hoSTage in froNT of MeâŠâŠâŠâŠ?â (Cursed Spirit People)
The compatriot on Cryâs back is limp and didnât *pikuri* move at all.
Itâs the worst. Itâs too humiliating. Itâs too tragic.
It is always like this. They are flawed creatures, but they have devious mind. They kidnapped children, made them hostages, slaughtered, and captured those who tried to stop them. They always use devilish tricks you would never even think of.
But that move will no longer work.
Before It knew it, a single spear was generated in its hand. A twisted jet-black spear.
A spear shining brilliantly in the darkness. This isââIts resolution. The crystallization of its determination, to destroy all mankind.
No more words are needed. All the curses are now manifested here and now.