The Cursed Weapon 3

The silence inside the room was deafening, yet, all Rosalind could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat.

She stared at the cup of tea in her hand as she thought of what happened earlier. The dagger vanished inside her body, but she didn't feel anything different. If anything, she felt good, better.

She did not know what happened this time, but she was certain of one thing.

The darkness reacted to her.

In her past life, she never thought that a cursed weapon would react to her blessing. She hadn't exactly held one herself and just thought that she could use dark curses to make herself more powerful. But this… this was different. So different, it almost felt surreal.

"Me, the head of the Primal Fangs Mercenary Group promise to keep this secret to my grave," Mr. Montgomery's words interrupted her stupor. She watched as the older man used a dagger to cut his palm. Then he used an empty cup and let his blood in the cup.