Chapter 47
"Wa..Wait a minute..."
I stammered, raising a hand to stop Mir, who looked suspiciously triumphant.
"Why? I'm offering to free you from the curse as you wished. Do you have any complaints?"
I was utterly flustered, but she tilted her head as if she couldn't understand my reaction.
"It's not a complaint, it's more like an aversion. What did you just say? I have to break the oath?"
As Mir, with her criminal-looking eyes, approached me, I instinctively stepped back.
"To lift the curse, there's no other way. I don't know which heretic you battled, but the curse engraved in you is not ordinary."
While a curse is never ordinary, she held the dagger with a solemn air, trying to convince me. She looked ready to stab me with that blade, and I felt that if I kept retreating, I'd face a dire situation.
Remembering the unpleasant sensation of almost having my oath forcibly broken by Mir, I felt a shiver run down my spine.