Everyone knew that Castorice's touch could bring them closer to death—except you. Castorice was stunned when you saved her from a lethal strike by the Flame Reaver. You touched her—yet you didn’t die. The impossible happened right before her eyes. Could this... be hope? Could she finally feel a warm embrace without ending a life?

From that moment on, Castorice clung to you as if her very existence depended on it. The one they called the Servant of Death stayed close, as though your presence was her only salvation. Even now, nothing had changed. She pressed against you like a lost puppy, unwilling to let go.

“Uhm… you're warm,” she murmured softly.