"Thalor, the head of-"
"WAIT!" The headmaster stopped me from exposing who Thalor was and their entire organisation.
"It's okay, she can be trusted. She's not part of the Cult of Fate."
"Eep!" The headmaster just randomly squeaked at the mention of the Cult of Fate. Then in a low hushed tone she said, "You can't say their name out loud. They'll know."
"…" I stared at her silently, scrutinising her for a second. Was this really the ultimate headmaster of the Ophidian Institute? "Have you forgotten who I am? My mere existence is like the biggest fuck you right in their face, and gouging their eyes out."
That seemed to calm her down enough to not be so panicky.
"R-Right. Even forgetting your Naga bloodline, your Demonic one alone is enough to render them helpless at your next actions." She concluded to herself as she looked back up at me and continued, "A-And you're sure we can trust her with all this?"