There is no advantage in living two lives.
Unless you have the power to escape pain.
Ivanna felt the pain strongly now.
"Haha...fuck!"
An extremely thin body fluttered as if it had been electrocuted. Tears streamed down her cheeks and hair, and blood spattered like saliva from her mouth.
'It hurts, it hurts! I'm tired! I'm miserable!'
Ivanna wept bitterly because of the searing pain she felt all over her body. But no one held out their hand to the tiny, slender child.
Including those in the same space with the child.
Because he was the one who threw the child on this cold, painful altar.
"Hahaha! Look at all that concentrated power. Isn't it substantial!"
Unlike the child, who fluttered in pain, the man wearing a grand crown was smiling with joy.
The man's laughter along with the sound of the child's pain was sinister.
"Ahh, ahhh...!"
"I've been pulling out her power every day, but it hasn't decreased a bit."
"Of course, since it's an offering that God gave to us."
Offering. It was a painfully horrible way to refer to this little girl.
Ivanna was such a being. A sacrifice given by God for humans.
Ivanna was not a human.
"Stop...ahh...please...!"
(t/n: 컬 translated to curl, but I put please because it sounds better, and it's an exclamation/sound made to express something like disappointment, or short depression.)
Her body, which was easily fluttering without ease, became stiff little by little. Her wriggling fingers became still and heavy like wooden blocks.
'Oh, I'm dying'
Tears welled up my eyes little by little. The priest, who was next to her, clicked his tongue in vain.
"Oh, there seems to be a limit already."
The child was approaching death, and the priest's speech was not caring nor attentive.
It sounds annoyed and irritated, like she's a nuisance.
Ivanna's death was just that.
"Stop"
"Ah! Ahh, ah, ahhh..."
With a short command, the light faded from the altar. Even though it stopped, her body still fluttered. It was too terrible of a pain for such a frail and skinny body to endure.
"Take her out. The flaw is that she's still young so her body is too weak. A small amount of power can be pulled out at a time. Take only this much for now."
A soldier came up and untied the silver rope on Ivanna's limbs. Her small body drooped helplessly because she had to go through terrible pain for hours.
"Follow me. I can only keep that offering for 1 year, but it's so weak."
"So I'll have to pull out as much of her power as I can when I can because we won't be able to get our hands on an offering like that again."
The voice was getting farther and farther away, but then it was clear again, as if it was speaking right next to her.
One year. Ivanna will stay here for a year. It's already been a month, so there are 11 months left.
