Trap

"Teacher truly was teacher. You found the root cause so quickly."

Unlike Wenren Sheng, after reading the information sent to her phone and learning that the culprit was an Otherworldly User with a Seed of Slaughter, Milia instead felt greatly relieved and remarked to the other two.

The three were still gathered at the same café as last time.

"Let me see." Ronnie leaned over and saw the information on the screen. Her expression changed slightly. "A Seed of Slaughter? It sounds terrifying."

"Is this a type of otherworldly seed? In the materials I looked up, I don't seem to have heard of it." Professor Mailey asked doubtfully as he drank his coffee.

"This is an exceedingly, exceedingly rare type. There probably would not be even one among a hundred thousand Otherworldly Users, and the total number of Otherworldly Users in the world has never exceeded the million mark, from the past until now," Milia said with a sigh.

"I never knew there were so few Otherworldly Users. I thought they weren't that rare," Ronnie said in surprise.

"You have a good father," Professor Mailey said noncommittally.

After spending these past days together, he had naturally relied on his own intelligence to thoroughly uncover the backgrounds of his two companions.

Milia was a nun from a monastery. One early morning, while praying, she had received an otherworldly seed that descended from the heavens amid the radiance of dawn. Ronnie, meanwhile, had become an Otherworldly User because her father was an Otherworldly Master.

Thinking about it, that made sense. If she had been born into an ordinary family, it would have been difficult for someone as self-righteous and naïvely sweet as her to emerge.

Otherworldly Users from ordinary families would not be that foolish. The truly foolish ones would have long