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"Curse of—of the devil?"

Theresa's eyes were wide open. She did not know what was going on.

Then, she saw the blood stains on her pants. The pain in her abdomen spread out like a cold spring.

Theresa's eyes were wider and wider, as if she had thought of something that she had never thought of, or rather, never wanted to think of.

"Of course, it's not the real devil cursing us. Wait, maybe the devil is cursing us women. Anyway…"

Seeing that Theresa was not sure what to do, Princess Summer pursed her lips and chuckled. "That explains a lot. Now I know why Theresa is so anxious. At first, I thought that you were scared by the brutal battlefield or the Prison Destroyer Cannon. But it turns out to be the devil's curse. I'm greatly relieved… Wait a moment, Theresa. Judging from your appearance, this is not your first time being cursed by a devil, is it?"

Theresa was rendered speechless.