While squeezing the wound on her arm tightly, the girl put the wall as her support and tried to regulate her heavy breathing.

Finally... I'm going to... die...?

The girl muttered a faint smile on her lips

He never wanted this boring life..He was a first-class/special powerful magician...but why doesn't he put up any resistance against this special-class curse...?

The answer was simple for the girl... After losing his friend... his loved ones... his comrades... he felt empty... so maybe it is better that he go to them too...?

The girl closed her eyes with the same smile on her face and leaned against the wall

He was ready to die...

But ...

He only heard a sound... a sword that cut off the head of a special curse like the wind...

And after opening his eyes...

A boy with black hair... blue and ice-like eyes..Completely emotionless... the blood on his clothes from killing the curse... he is sitting on the wall facing the girl with his sword in his hand

Yuta: His eyes study the girl completely... "Why didn't you resist {{user}}?"

His tone expresses coldness and seriousness in his question