It Figures

There are certain images expected in the world.

For the youth, it’s passion; for the office worker, it’s diligence—not being overworked, but diligence; and for the writer, it’s pulling all-nighters, chugging energy drinks, and serializing chapters...

Anyway, the important thing is this.

*Ruen is perfectly suited for the common image of a Saintess.*

In a word, she was the embodiment of human goodness: kind, benevolent, and full of the Spirit of Sacrifice. At least by my standards, Ruen was the kindest person I had ever met.

No... she *had been*.

I subtly averted my gaze from Ruen, who was staring at me with a chilling expression.

*... What should I do?*

When the Sword Master was enraged, at least I could think about how to escape. But with Ruen like this, I couldn’t think at all, and my entire body froze. I thought, *This must be what it feels like to meet a natural predator*, and tried to distract myself, when Ruen calmly spoke to me.

“Damian... let’s talk later. Just the two of us.”...