Eugene was dizzy and nauseous. Hearing two voices at the same time made his already dizzy head ache.

“Sir Eugene, Sir Eugene!” Mer made a fuss as she grabbed Eugene’s shoulders.

Wondering how long had passed, Eugene raised his head as he wiped the blood tears running down his cheeks. According to the clock on the wall, a little over ten minutes had passed since he had begun to resonate with the Moonlight Sword. Eugene felt like he had been watching the darkness projected inside his head for a very longmoment, but only ten minutes had passed.

“How long are you going to keep shaking me?” Eugene asked, groaning.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mer’s voice croaked.

“I’m fine. Yeah, I think I’m fine,” Eugene answered and got down from the bed.

However, his legs gave in for a moment and he almost collapsed, making Mer look like she would start to cry. She climbed down the bed and tried her hardest to help Eugene, even though he was way bigger than her.

[That was why I warned you…!] Tempest yelled inside Eugene’s head.

“This isn’t the first time I ignored a warning and got my ass handed to me, right?” Eugene shrugged.

[Hamel…!] Tempest gritted his teeth.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful and checked beforehand.” Eugene raised his arms.

First, he took a look at Akasha, because he was worried that the Draconic spells had been broken due to the incident just now, but Akasha was luckily intact, as was the Moonlight Sword. The bladeless sword was still emitting pale moonlight.

Well… the sword was emitting light outward, but it projected a pitch-black darkness in Eugene’s head. The night after sunset, shadow, ink… Eugene could think of many dark things, but the darkness he had just seen was the darkest and the most ominous of them all.

There was also the rattling sound of iron chains and the pair of red eyes that had opened in the center of the darkness — eyes belonging to the Demon King of Incarceration, whom Eugene could never forget, even though he had only met the Demon King once.

‘…Why would he?’ Eugene wondered.

—Don’t look.

The words the Demon King of Incarceration had just whispered ran through Eugene’s head. Was the Demon King related to the Moonlight...