“Hehe…”
A madwoman laughs.
“You summoned me here for your selfish reasons and took everything from me.”
Her white robe flutters in the wind.
“You all should lose everything and perish, just like I did from what I summoned!”
On the balcony of the highest tower in the royal castle, a woman screams while crying, gathering the gazes of many.
From her body, darkness emerges. The magic circle for binding the mana of what she summoned is within her.
The world’s mana is drawn to the woman, attracted to the darkness overflowing from her body. Until recently, she was called a saint, and her soul now serves as the ultimate catalyst. The magic will be activated as her body breaks and she sacrifices her life.
—The Demon King Summoning.
“What…! Damn it! Reverse it… quickly!”
The saint, who held the power to turn the world’s harmful mana into something gentle for mankind, had been forcibly summoned from another world and was told there was no way to return to her original world.
—That was a lie.
