If it weren't for the timid voice that entered my ears, I would have continued hugging Father Lee Ki-Young. 0

I turned instinctively and saw a mage wearing a huge hat. Of course, I was familiar with the mage, but she didn't look anxious and uncomfortable like usual. Instead, her eyes contained a fury that seemed capable of sucking just about anything into it. 0

I stiffened at the sight of her gaze alone.0

When Father Lee Ki-Young patted Miss Jung Ha-Yan’s head, it felt like something had been ventilated, but I still couldn’t quite explain nor brush off the fury that I saw in her eyes.0

Before I could question it, I saw a woman with a scar on her face grabbing her sword. 0

It wasn’t just her. Miss Kim Ye-Ri, Mr. Ahn Ki-Mo, Miss Sun Hee-Young, and even Miss Alps looked at me nervously. Miss Hwang Jung-Yeon, who had been quiet all this time, looked like she was channeling a spell. 0

I finally understood what I was doing.0

I lifted my head slowly and saw Father Lee Ki-Young smiling while trembling. It turned out that his body was so weak and fragile that it felt like the weakest force could break it. It was like glass made with care. 0

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