Amanda felt this deeply. When facing Lance, she was not at all timid as she was with her teacher; instead, she exuded a sense of reliability.
To say she wasn't tired would certainly be false. But at this moment, her stress seemed to have vanished. When she talked to Lance about what had just happened, he even agreed with her complaints. It felt more like chatting among friends rather than delivering a report.
"Have you really decided? Everything hasn't reached that point yet. Giving up like this doesn't seem fair to you~"
Lance seemed to be offering advice, but the word "fair" stung her like a thorn.
"Fair? Haha..." Amanda wanted to say something, but held back.
Why should Tamara, the thief who stole the Sacred Object, be able to go back and receive the best nurturing?
While I, after toiling for over a decade, ended up marginalized?
"I don't owe them anything."
At last, all her emotions coalesced into one phrase, which also explained Amanda's choice.
