On the Seventh Day After Her Death, I Killed Her Aunt

Gravely wounded and on the brink of death, I was saved by a little fool. She was like a ray of sunshine, lighting up the dark years ahead of me. I swore that once I had healed, I would take her far away. But before that day came, she died in my arms, her eyes still open, murmuring about the work she hadn't finished.

Disguised as her, I returned to that “home” and discovered she had slept in a pigsty and gone hungry. She had been so clean and had always saved the best things for me, yet in life she had been treated worse than a pig or a dog.

On the seventh night after her death, I killed her aunt and the woman's husband with my own hands. But then a hunter carrying the unique longbow of my master appeared at the scene. He told me my master had been caught up in a shocking witchcraft conspiracy: someone was trying to gather the treasures, master a deadly art, and plunge the world into chaos...

With old scores and tangled grudges behind me, I set out to find my master, accompanied by the little “black-hearted” tagalong left behind by my enemy. The road ahead was shrouded in mist. Was my old friend, who had been like a father and a master to me, a savior of the world, or the mastermind behind another deception?