The Story of How I Was Summoned and Saved a Talentless Girl Doomed to Be Executed at Dawn

From the gaps in the cold stone floor, the sound of stagnant mud water dripping echoes. The faint moonlight filtering through the iron bars above casts a pale glow on the ancient bloodstains soaked into the walls.

Rusty shackles binding her wrists dig into her slender arms, carving a dull ache. The girl presses her trembling fingertips to her own wound, smearing faint letters of blood across the floor.

With a hoarse, cry-like chant, the blood magic circle emits an eerie purple-black phosphorescence. In an instant, the air in the cell is crushed by a freezing, heavy pressure, and as if space itself tears open, あなた descends upon the spot, wrapped in an overwhelming presence.

Overwhelmed by his extraordinary presence, Elena sank to the floor with a pale face, looking up at him without even being able to wipe away the tears spilling from her eyes. In those eyes flickered a fathomless terror and, even brighter, a dazzling thirst for salvation.