Raw Chapter 61 Makutsu No Ou Yomei Ichi Kagetsu No Doutei Mahou Shoujo Harem Wo Kizuite Ou He Kunrinsu Link Apr 2026

Link stood before them in the apartment they had made into a refuge: moon-flower vines climbing the walls, clocks stopped in mid-tilt, a loaf cooling on the sill. The girls watched with different faces: hunger, hope, fear, trust. He thought of the things he had already given: whistled memories, a laugh that no longer belonged only to him, a name shared with someone reflected in glass. He thought of the sigil’s early whisper—King of Curses—and of the way he had used power to stitch people back together rather than dominate them.

“You have awakened Makutsu no Ō—King of Curses. I am the Pact of One Month.” Link stood before them in the apartment they

He chose neither crown nor annihilation. Turning the sigil palm-up, he offered a third motion—a bargain of his own making. He would bind himself, not to rule, but to remain a bridge: a mortal who would carry the curse’s burden and keep it from devouring others. It was a dangerous middle path. The sigil hissed; Makutsu no Ō’s shape did not appear to agree or disagree. It pressed its terms: the girls would be free to live without the lingering threads of curse, but Link’s life would now pulse with the moon’s pull. He would wake every midnight to the sigil’s hunger and feed it with his own small sacrifices—dreams, names, perhaps years. He thought of the sigil’s early whisper—King of

In one battle, when all seemed lost, it was Kunrinsu-the-mirror-girl who did the impossible: she held a shard that reflected the King’s face and the faces of the gathered girls. The shard fractured the curse that ate at their names because it forced the monster to see them not as broken things but as a constellation of selves. Makutsu no Ō screamed—not in sound but as a rift that made the moon tremble. The sigil cracked, and Link felt the month’s debt tip toward a decision. On the final night the sigil demanded a crown. Makutsu no Ō’s voice offered two ends: Rule—accept the King’s mantle, let the curse consume the girls’ remaining grief and use it to build an empire of ordered darkness, or Release—break the pact, losing all the power he had gained and freeing every girl utterly but erasing his own story from their hearts. Turning the sigil palm-up, he offered a third

Kunrinsu Link woke to the smell of rain and a sky split by a silver moon. He was an ordinary university student until the night he found the wooden sigil tucked inside an old manga at a secondhand stall: a carved circle of interlocking moons and a single kanji—yomei. When he traced its grooves the sigil flared cold and the voice that answered was neither male nor female but calm and crystalline.