Miye the Witch

When Angel arrived at the orphanage, he was surprised to find that the illusion game inside had actually begun.

"Could another gifted one have come for the trial?" Angel raised a brow.

After entering the orphanage, Angel heard screams coming one after another from near the main building. With a brief probe, he sensed a ten-person squad in a bloodstained, disorderly room in the main building, scaring themselves senseless.

The illusion creatures Angel had created had not started work yet, while Sunny was downstairs clinging to Frod and acting spoiled. Those people's screams were purely from frightening themselves.

The screams were so shrill and miserable that the gray-haired woman sitting opposite Frod frowned deeply.

"With such mental fortitude... how disgraceful." The gray-haired woman looked at Frod. "I've made a fool of myself before you, sir."

Frod appeared calm, but there was a hint of flattered surprise in his eyes. "These gifted ones have only just arrived and still view things from a mortal's perspective. It is only natural for them to be afraid. I believe that after another couple of days here, they will transform... That black-haired little boy, though, is performing fairly steadily."

"I brought him out of a prison somewhere. I heard that he witnessed his own family being harmed by treacherous officials, then ended up imprisoned himself, so his mind is somewhat more mature than those from peaceful families. Still, only somewhat. His calves are trembling too. It seems his heart is not so calm either." The gray-haired woman glanced through the wall and let out a helpless sigh.

"It is no matter. Once they step out of the ivory tower, they always need time to transition." To Frod, no matter how great the hardship one had endured, as long as one had not stepped into the