A New Trail Toward the Elmhart Family
"Then proceed."
"Lift the curse."
The assassin slowly rose.
His legs were shaky.
He felt heavier with every step towards the sisters.
Nira and Kary were still sleeping peacefully on their beds, their breathes were steady as if they were just taking a normal nap after a day's hard work.
Clara instinctively moved forward.
Victor quickly raised one hand.
Clara immediately stopped.
"Trust me."
Two simple words eased Clara's heart.
She nodded.
The assassin stood between the two beds.
His expressions turned serious this time unlike before.
For the very first time since meeting Victor...
His fear seemed to vanish.
Lifting the curse required immense concentration.
A wrong move...
Could mean either the death of the victims or the demise of the caster.
He slowly placed his right hand on Nira's forehead and his left hand on Kary's forehead.
He closed his eyes.
Ancient words were chanted in the room.
They sounded harsh and unfamiliar.
