[Special Dark Magic]0

[Soul Research]0

There was magic that could extract memories from a resisting target, but to reach into the deepest parts of the soul, where even the soul itself could not remember, and touch its very core—that was the domain of the Death Lord. 0

In other words, Davey was now able to use the Death Lord's unique magic with his newly transformed devil mana.0

He slowly seeped into the Viscount’s deepest memories. He began hearing the strange song. The melody was mysterious, yet it was also one that lingered in one’s ears. The Viscount made his way back home, softly humming the tune.0

Up to that point, there had been no problem with his memory. 0

But then, something went wrong. As if the maids of the mansion were waiting for him, they sang the same song he hummed. For the next several months, they would always hum the song as they worked—it felt as if it would never stop.0

After returning from a government meeting, the Viscount frowned at the strange smell wafting through the mansion, going inside. But there was not a single servant or maid to greet him. Most of the lights were off, and he couldn’t feel the presence of any others. Instinctively sensing something was wrong, he rushed inside almost as if possessed and headed straight to the bedroom where his wife was.0

That’s when he saw his wife lying naked on the bed, having bitten her tongue and bled out. 0

Her corpse was grotesque. 0

The room was in such a mess that it was difficult to tell how many people had been inside. Her body was covered in wounds both large and small, with shame and pain etched on her face. However, her corpse was still warm, hinting that she had only just died. He couldn’t imagine who would possibly dare break into a nobleman's mansion in the capital to rape and murder his wife, a Viscountess.0

He lost his temper over his wife's death and reflexively pulled out his sword and screamed. He went mad, shedding tears...0