It was a good thing that he hadn’t come here with Kristina.

This thought passed through Eugene’s head. If she had come with him all the way here, he would have had to make excuses for why he had immediately burst into tears when he saw Sienna like this.

But since they hadn’t entered together, there was no need for that. Eugene just silently allowed his tears to flow as he stared at Sienna covered in vines.

He was overwhelmed by a mix of several emotions. First there was disbelief and sorrow, and then relief and anger.

Sienna wasn’t dead. Though she appeared to be in a state no different from being dead, having been inflicted with a wound so grave that it wouldn’t be strange if she died at any moment, she was definitely still alive.

Tempest was keeping his silence. He too was feeling a surge of mixed emotions regarding this situation. Sienna Merdein was, as far as Tempest knew, an exceptional Archwizard — one of the most powerful in the world. Three hundred years ago, there had been no wizards who could outclass Sienna Merdein. Vermouth was also quite the amazing wizard in his own right, but in terms of their understanding of magic, Sienna was a few steps ahead of even Vermouth.

That very Sienna was now being kept in a deep sleep, with a hole pierced through her chest.

After letting his tears flow for a few more moments, Eugene scrubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Looks like I really have gotten old,” Eugene spat out with his mouth twisted in a sneer. “I don’t think I’ve ever shed as many tears as I have today.”

Or maybe it wasn’t that he had gotten older, but because he was still too young. At least, that was what Eugene was hoping. After all, this body he had been reincarnated into was still just nineteen years old. If not that, then… it could also be that this situation itself allowed for nothing else but tears.

Eugene snickered to himself as he shook his head.

“Can you hear my voice?” Eugene asked, checking if Sienna showed any reaction.

However, there was no response at all. Her closed eyes didn’t flutter open, the corneas behind...