They witnessed it.

A mage, drawing on the power of demons, extending a lifeline of salvation.

His blood was red. Just like theirs.

Roman, casually waving his hand to reassure his teammates, wiped the blood that had trickled down with his fingers. As if it was nothing.

Soon, Leif called upon Undine and used the water she summoned to gently wash Roman’s hand. Mechanically, he looked for the next person in line.

Number 12.

The first in the rear ranks, nearly at the end, was none other than Juan, the brown-haired member of Alejandra’s team.

His face was twisted as …