A severed hand was in front my eyes.
The neatly cut hand was still dripping with undried blood. Judging from the size of the hand holding the cursed sword, I could see that the hand had large and rough muscles.
"Based on the hand fragment, it looks like it came from a man's hand," I said as I looked at the hand fragment that Aiko had brought.
Duuuuttt...
Duuuutt...
The severed hand that was slowly losing the blood pressure flowing through its blood vessels and began to wriggle like a fish that had just come out of the river.
The wriggling hand caught my little attention and I immediately pulled the cursed sword he was holding.
Pulling out the cursed sword he was holding, I could feel a surge of black magic energy coming from the core of the cursed blade.
"Momo, is this from one of the swords created directly by the Goddess of Destruction?" I said while observing the waves of magical energy being emitted by the cursed sword.
