Tick. Tock.

Sitting at my desk, I stared at Elicia's pocket watch in my hand.

‘What should I do with it?’

The dark magic emanating from it was a clear sign that it wasn’t a fake. Only someone with a death wish would dare touch this artifact.

Whoever created it had bound it with restraints strong enough to subdue an Apostle and layered it with resistance magic. I didn’t need to guess who that was.

“...”

Unexpectedly, I’d stumbled upon a valuable item. The novel barely mentioned this watch, so I was uncertain how to proceed.

It held Elicia’s life …