“Calm down first, Gong-Ja. Your eyes are dripping with bloodlust.” 0

Raviel tapped the chair beside her. The fan she tapped on her chair’s armrest was one of the luxury gifts I had given her. 0

I bit my lip. The fan wasn’t just an expensive gift. Namgung Woon—Buwolseon, Teacher’s rival, the Murim Alliance’s leader, and the OJP Sect’s grand protector—had made the fan with great care.0

Raviel would have known that I would come barging in. She was wise. Instead of simply telling me to calm down, she found a way to calm me down better than any words could. Her plan worked very well. Seeing an item that had even a little bit to do with Teacher cooled my rage. Still, it was like pouring ice cubes on lava.0

“When else would I harbor bloodlust if not now?” I asked. 0

“Whenever that time may be, even if it is this very moment, it’s clear that the place where you should harbor that emotion isn’t in front of me. It’s not a matter of time but of place.”0

“I’m aware, but I don’t want my rage to dull. The more I speak with you, the more rational I’ll become,” I said in a small voice. 1

Actually, ever since I had learned about her death, I had been speaking rather...0