With a volunteer stepping forward, the situation proceeded with surprising calm.
As if no one had ever been shouting, a silence in which no one opened their mouth easily.
A few people looked away; some closed their eyes.
In that strange air, Yeouiju stepped onto the round stone slab shaped like an altar.
Over the letters [Path of Sacrifice], she slowly took off her glasses and lay down.
Step, step—Jio followed her up.
Because of Yeouiju’s last request.
「Instead… I have one favor. Please let that person be the one to kill me.」
Gyeon Jioh stared blankly down at the girl who had been chosen as the sacrifice.
He’d heard she was the same age as his youngest sister, Geum-hee. In other words, a first-year in high school—a bit young to be making a…