I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

"How are you feeling?" I asked Seren.

"Like hell." Seren closed her eyes for a moment and placed her hand on her dantian. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Did you save me?"

"I guess so," I said.

"Thank you." Her voice softened. "I really thought I was going to die."

I glanced around. Charon, Evan, and Hector were keeping watch a short distance from the hideout. They hadn't noticed that Seren had woken up yet. If I wanted to talk to her alone, this would be the time.

I didn't hesitate and got straight to the point. "You foresaw this, didn't you?"

Seren didn't react with surprise, only staring blankly at the bush-covered sky.

"Foresaw…" she muttered.

"I suppose you could call it that."

It was an ambiguous answer, but for her, that was practically an admission.

"How much do you know, exactly?" I pressed.

"At the very least, I knew there would be a Demon King's Summoning Ritual," she answered.

"Then—"

"Why didn't I stop it?" Seren chuckled. "If a...