If you absorb your ancestor, you will become a calamity.

I froze upon hearing those words.

Calamity. That dreadful, irritating word. Why, of all times, was I hearing it now? I turned my head with widened eyes, looking towards Shin Noya. Was this the answer I was looking for? I stared at the elder, silently asking him for an explanation.

His expression made me realize—

Shin Noya was looking at me with a thin, dark gaze.

Did he know? Did he already know about this? About what was happening?

Thump.