Varheit (1)

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The Nihirit siblings were sent to the holding cell on suspicion of having cast dark magic on a patient with demon disease.

While the two were leaving the intensive care unit, the treatment center was already buzzing with talk of them.

Every time they passed through the emergency ward, priests stopped and whispered to one another, while communication orbs flashed without pause.

It was obvious that before the sun rose the next morning, the entire Academy territory would be seething with this rumor.

But that fact was not important to Freyja in the slightest right now.

"Hehehe……"

Inside the aristocrat-only holding cell.

With half her face buried in a soft pillow, Freyja let out a foolish giggle.

Her two feet, sticking out from beneath the blanket, tapped out a cheerful rhythm...