An hour later, behind St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, in the small grove.
The first to arrive there were Amy and Shara.
Loose robes concealed their axes, crossbow arrows, and firearms.
As they walked side by side, Amy adjusted her breathing—it was a combat instinct she had developed from nurous battles, a breathing thod that gave her more power and speed.
She had noticed the signs when she first killed a man, axing down her foster father.
After chopping down the village chief and his three sons, she had mastered this breathing technique, and when the last man stabbed her, the pain and near-death experience branded it into her soul, causing her to instinctively enter this state whenever she grasped a weapon.
anwhile, Shara beca increasingly cautious.
The lady's palms were sweaty, and because of her nerves, phantoms even appeared before her eyes.
Fortunately, this lady had her own ways of adjusting.
She was recalling Woolter.
Recalling the bastard she had killed by mistake.
Recalling the bastard she had gradually hacked to pieces.
Unconsciously, Shara's lips curled upward.
Relief!
It was a deep-seated sense of relief, hidden in the depths of her heart, sothing she felt in the mont her blade descended, bringing her unparalleled ease.
And when she felt she couldn't hold on, she would recall this ease.
Unconsciously, the horrific image turned warm.
Especially when the scent of blood filled the air, Shara felt even more joy.
The tension had vanished.
All that remained was...
Anticipation!
Would there be gushing fresh blood?
Would there be the soft touch of a knife slicing through flesh?
She was eager.
Under the sunlight, an unusual blush appeared on the lady's face.
And as she stepped into the shadows of the woods, this blush perated her eyes; concealed but fierce, much like a snake hiding in the bushes.
Within the grove, Jennifer and Jian were already there.
Jennifer had her arms crossed, and Jian was slightly bowing his head, his fingers nervously fidgeting, appearing extrely tense.
In fact, anyone would be nervous on their first day entering the shelter of the heart, "St. Joan of Arc Girls' College," facing such an incident.
Even the seemingly calm Jennifer was on full alert at this ti.
And Jian?
He clenched the explosives hidden in his sleeve even tighter.
He had just stashed them there.
A short fuse.
About to explode.
He didn't know why he had done this, but he instinctively felt it would keep him safe.
He trusted his intuition.
Just as his instincts had told him how to survive in the clutches of the twisted Jas.
He had never been wrong before.
And he wouldn't be now.
Jian firmly believed this.
Jennifer, anwhile, was channeling her "Spirituality," feeling an unprecedented liveliness of "Spirituality," which always seed sowhat absurd to her.
In South Los, to just stir her "Spirituality," she had needed all sorts of efforts, be it aromatic oil, incense, or even drugs.
But each ti, her "Spirituality" would stir and then fade away.
But now?
Her "Spirituality" was like a spirited horse.
"Spirituality" pulsates!
Jennifer knew she was facing what all "Mystic Side People" longed for, but if possible, she'd rather not have it.
She hoped to stay safe and sound inside "St. Joan of Arc Girls' College" with Jian.
Ideally, they would lie low for a while and then quietly accumulate so money.
For this, Jennifer had made a very comprehensive plan.
Jobs like bounty hunter she couldn't manage, and she wasn't professional as a relic explorer, but as a temporary gentleman thief, she had so experience.
And moreover, not much was needed.
Just one successful operation would be enough.
After that?
Naturally, they would once again seek refuge in "St. Joan of Arc Girls' College."
She was a teacher at the college.
And Jian?
After graduating, he too would stay on to teach.
That was her plan.
Regarding the "Mystic Side"?
Get lost!
She didn't need it anymore.
But, things were strangely weird.
When you pursue it, it never appears.
When you don't want it, it instead chases you.
Jennifer could clearly sense her Spirituality beginning to grow.
It was a pace far surpassing the slow growth dependent on ti during a "Ritual"!
If the normal state was a snail's crawl, her current state was like a galloping stallion.
And it was very safe.
"What are all these freaks?!"
Anna, who had arrived at the grove earliest, couldn't help but exclaim in her mind as she saw the four people faintly confronting each other in the clearing.
Amy and Shara had a scent of fresh blood about them, along with that abnormal breathing and smiling appearance, all telling Anna one thing.
These two won were murderers.
The kind who were completely insane.
It was better not to provoke them.
If provoked, one must strike first to be strong, otherwise, a horrible death would ensue.
With the arrival of the two murderers, those two who arrived earlier also turned suspicious. That pitiful-looking woman, disguised to hide her true face, beca nervously agitated.
It made Anna think she had encountered a priest from so cult on an overseas island.
But what surprised Anna the most was Jennifer.
Spirituality pulsated!
How had this woman suddenly entered a state of Spirituality jumping?
Anna knew very well, as long as the "Ritual" Jennifer chose wasn't disastrously poor, this jump in Spirituality would imdiately bring her to "Arcana Level" and lay a solid foundation for "Great Arcana Level."
"Is this the choice of the Kledos family?"
Thinking this, Anna stopped concealing herself.
She was not so freak.
She was just slightly perverse.
So, she needed to step forward and declare her difference.
But as soon as Anna stepped out, the gazes of Amy, Shara, Jennifer, and Jian were cast on her.
That unwelcoming look made Anna realize belatedly.
She seed to have been misunderstood.
She was mistaken for that Summoner.
"It's not !
I'm not!
I'm just like you!"
As Anna spoke, she removed her fake beard and, to show sincerity, even took off her shirt, undoing her chest wrap.
What kind of pervert?
Amy, Shara, Jennifer, and Jian all paused for a mont, then collectively took a step back.
Especially Shara and Jian, who even blushed.
That kind of blushing made Anna feel humiliated.
A murderer and a madwoman, why should they blush at her sight, as if she were so kind of pervert.
"Hey hey, what's with that look?"
Anna bellowed.
"Shaless!"
Amy retorted with a cold laugh.
"You murderer, who are you to call soone shaless!"
Anna countered.
"Tsk, not big, huh."
Jennifer comnted.
"Don't think a leap in Spirituality is so great. I finished one when I was twelve!"
Anna rolled her eyes.
Then, she continued to dress herself and put on her beard.
Muttering to herself —
"Has the person not arrived yet?
Does the Kledos family like to play these mysterious gas?
What's there to like about such people? Marinda must have been bluffed."
As Anna spoke, she was about to pick up her chest wrap bandage.
Just then, a piece of paper suddenly blew in with the wind.
It read —
In the middle of the Grove, under the tree.
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