After checking Wichung’s body, the two people searched the castle for any more survivors. However, only death remained inside the walls of Hyungkang Castle. Lust hadn’t spared anyone except for Wichung, who had been used as a messenger. Brothers held the spears they used to stab each other, and parents held the blanket that strangled their child. It was a hell of a grimoire’s creation. After opening the doors to a few houses, Theo accepted the futile reality.

“Veronica, please.”

“Yes.”

She didn’t need to be told. Veronica let out a deep sigh and produced fire from her fingertips.

Incinerate.

Veronica burned down a mansion, and the fire spread to nearby buildings. If left alone, it would set the whole castle on fire. Corpses and buildings were consigned to the pyre as an unprecedented cremation began.

Cremation... It isn’t a sentimental thing.

Theo looked around the burning castle with dry eyes. Hyungkang Castle wasn’t very big, but neither was it small. It had been home to at least ten thousand people, and the resting place for an equal number of variants. If they had left it alone, it would have been a banquet for any variant...