“I was supposed to become a calamity.”
At the old man’s words, I couldn’t say anything.
I stayed like that for quite a while. Time passed without any words coming to mind or leaving my mouth.
How long had it been? I barely pulled myself together.
I couldn’t let this slip by. I had to seize it somehow and ask.
“…What do you mean?”
Holding back a voice on the verge of shaking, I asked the old man,
“That I was supposed to be the calamity of the Central Plains—what do you mean by that?”
The calamity of the Central Plains.
The first was the Blood Demon, and the second was my mother.
And—
‘The third…’
I sent my gaze to the sky. Not exactly empty air—rather, toward the direction where a certain woman had vanished far away.
‘…Wasn’t it the Heavenly Demon?’
The Heavenly Demon.
The monster who had stirred up the blood calamity, and the one now near me.
I couldn’t be sure whether she was the calamity or not, but if there was a calamity, I believed it would be the Heavenly Demon.
I had no choice but to think so.
It was the Heavenly Demon who unleashed the blood calamity, and I know how many people died because of it.
Also—
‘The Heavenly Demon is tied to the Blood Demon.’
I’d learned as much from the conversation with the Blood Demon before coming to the Myriad Realms.
Because the Heavenly Demon has…