Josiah Frances, who was overwhelmed by shame, gritted her teeth and continued to unbutton her school uniform. She went on until she felt blood suddenly splattering across her face. Her eyes widened in surprise.

Who in the world would arrive in this remote office that no one could find? Josiah could only think of one man, but… Unfortunately, it was not her reliable instructor.

“Keheok?” Rashkan, whose shoulder had been pierced by something, collapsed on his knees. Looking at the man who had attacked him, his eyes grew wide. “Kghk?!”

“I told you to get a hold of the offering. Why are you doing something so useless?” The mysterious man murmured.

His features were completely hidden from view due to his hood, which covered everything.

After struggling for a while, Rashkan stopped moving. It was as if he had lost all of his strength.

Ignoring Rashkan, the man called out to the trembling girl, “Josiah Frances.”

“W-Who… Who are you?” Josiah asked in a quavering voice.

No matter how hellish the training that she had undergone, nothing could prepare her for the raw and unbearable disgust that wracked her entire being.

“It seems like you’re not a coward, huh?”

Once the man tried to move closer toward her, Josiah hurriedly backed away on the sofa that she was sitting on. She quickly rolled her body on the ground and casted a magic attack. “Fireball!”

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