“…Shadowmancer, get the door.”
When the promised weekend arrived, Professor appeared at my dormitory with fire in her eyes.
The past few days, for reference, had been deceptively normal. Mostly. The Holy Maiden, armed with a blessing that could bend any superhuman to her will, was constantly trying to abduct me to the Grand Temple, a scheme that pointlessly triggered my ‘False Scapegoat’s Intuition’ skill at every turn. As a result, I was
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