The Former Saintess walked slowly down the short steps from the altar.
She stopped in front of her top student with a tired expression.
"Lumi," the Saintess sighed. "Jace is not acting out over a simple sparring session. The situation is far more complicated than a bruised ego or a failed exam… During the Hero's fight with the First Demon King, he was struck by a highly concentrated dark curse from the Demon King himself or at least that is where I think it originates from."
The former Saintess hadn't seen anything like that
Lumi frowned. She uncrossed her arms, leaning her weight casually onto one leg with her new dwarven leather high heels squeaking slightly against the polished marble floor.
