“Waaah... Hhic...”

The sorrowful sound of sobbing echoed through the air. Leona’s small, trembling back seemed even smaller today, shaking uncontrollably with each sob.

Everyone watched her, unable to say a word. The four who were possessed wore complex expressions, while Nika and the Headmistress looked troubled, clearly not understanding the situation.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have the luxury of just standing by and watching. I carefully placed a hand on her trembling shoulder. Her tear-streaked, grief-stricken face turned toward me.

“Leona, I’m sorry, but...”

“Hhic... Okay... I understand...”

Leona shakily stood up. As she tried to pull the Holy Sword …