Even when someone knocked on the hospital room, her gaze did not return.

However, the moment I heard the voice of the man who opened the door and came in, my pupils shook and my head moved slowly.

�Are you okay?�They say you woke up yesterday morning.�

Sakiri, a 5th-class magician certified by the Magic Association who tortured Isabelle for 48 hours, entered with a calm expression.

Isabel�s heart rate began to speed up exponentially as the memory of that time came to mind.

However, the shaking of the pupils soon subsided, and the expression also began to stabilize to some extent.

He is a man I never want to see again in my life.

However, Isabelle did not stop Sakiri from approaching.

What he wanted to gain by paying the price of giving up his body was the answer to Gaold�s long-standing question.

�How did it go?�

Sakiri brought a chair next to Isabelle�s bed and asked as she slowly sat down.

�What?�

�Gaold����Did you go to heaven?�

�Went.�But still haven�t come back.�It may never come back.�

Sakiri sighed and looked at Isabelle, who was lost in thought, as she continued.

�The Association dispatched Cage Team B, but they are also out of contact.�Things are getting complicated.�

Isabel couldn�t hear Sakiri�s words.

That wasn�t what she really wanted to know.

�����Could it have transcended?�

Sakiri didn�t answer.

�Gaold����.�

She clenched her right hand tightly, and she shuddered in shame and misery.

Amid all the tortures, Isabelle cursed being born a thousand times.

It was broken.

The feeling of falling endlessly towards something subhuman.

I felt like I could do anything mean, shameful, dirty and ugly if I could stop this pain.

That is the fate of living things.

The karma of human beings who have no choice but to be dominated by pain.

�But how����Gaold, how are you����.�

Isabelle covered her eyes with her arms clenched into fists.�Tears streamed down her cheeks incessantly between her eyelids. JrNovels.com