The End of the Curse In the darkness, Meisel pushed her face between the iron bars.
“Grand Duke! I knew you would come!”
Her cheeks were hollow from how much weight she had lost.
Loic studied her condition calmly.
“You’ve gotten thinner.”
It almost sounded like concern.
Hopeful tears filled Meisel’s eyes.
“She’s been drained by the mana stone,” Enolius said flatly from behind. “Her strength will only keep getting weaker.”
“Then it should be even clearer,” Loic replied with a nod.
Norton stepped forward.
“Put your hand through the bars.”
“M-my hand?”
Meisel’s eyes shook with fear, but she slowly stretched her hand out.
As her thin wrist barely passed through the bars—
Norton suddenly grabbed it and yanked hard.
“Ah!”
Her entire arm was pulled out, and her face slammed against the cold iron bars with a loud bang.
Loic did not even blink.
“Grand Duke! Why are…
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