A high priestess appeared beside Kei Xun's astral body.
Alana's expression softened, seeing the face Kei Xun was wearing right now as she bowed.
"Divine Saintess," Alana greeted respectfully, still bowing. "Why must you torture yourself like this?"
"…"
No answer.
Looking down at Rex—who was currently preparing for the next trial, Alana sighed, "It doesn't matter how he fares right now. It doesn't matter how monstrous his talent was. A dead man will—and always will be forgotten."
Just then, Kei Xun's hand shot and choked Alana by her neck.
"Are you looking down on me?" Kei Xun asked; slowly turning to look at Alana in the eyes. "Are you implying—he has more talent than me, and that is why he will succeed if he's not dead? High Priestess Alana, is that how you see me?"
"N-No! Divine Saintess, I don't mean an—"
Alana's words were cut as the grip around her neck tightened.
"Are you blaming me for not being strong enough to protect the sanctuary?"
"N—grrgh…!"
