This is probably an absurd yet extremely reasonable statement.
Roy sat on the bed, thought for a while, and asked Sermias to come over.
"Bow your head."
Sermias bent down, wearing a slightly confused expression. Roy reached out and stroked his pointed ears, messing up his smooth silver hair.
"Your desire to survive is really low."
The witch, who had desperately escaped the thorny cage, lazily and gently remarked.
After Sebatide Hughes went out, he never returned.
The next morning, Roy dressed as a male as usual, clutching a book and going to class. The basic theory of White Magic was indeed taught by the lady with glasses; her teaching was clear, yet her style was dull and uninteresting, with many students yawning below.
Roy sat in the back row, overhearing people whispering around him, discussing the upcoming Black Magic theory class. Of course, they were more interested in the afternoon's Black Magic application course, which reportedly involved simulated battles.
