The carriage rolled toward the school.
Harley ignored the faint smell of mold and straw inside the carriage and focused on the Thestrals pulling it.
Had she really witnessed death with her own eyes and understood it, at least to some extent?
Harley thought back on the past several centuries.
The first time she had acted as an Assassin, she had personally killed a Sequence 9 priest of the Church of the God of Craftsmanship, as ordered by the Demoness Sect.
After defecting from the Demoness Sect, she had used a trap to kill the two Witches who came after her.
As she wandered the land and muddled her way through the affairs of various factions, she had witnessed the assassination of a man whose achievements rivaled Newton's and Einstein's, a man who had ushered in a new era. Countless nobles and powerful agents of unknown churches had joined forces to kill him.
When she had taken the initiative to hunt down members of the Demoness Sect, she had witnessed the ordinary people who fell victim to the great smog in Backlund.
And they had died for no other reason than to help a Demoness of Despair digest her Potion faster.
Harley considered herself much like the Abstinence Sect of the Rose Sect, one of the more decent Demonesses.
But when had she become so unfazed by death?
Some people and some things could never go back to the way they were.
Harley gave a silent smile and didn't dwell on the question any longer.
After all, she was a Demoness who commanded the Disaster Domain!
The carriage rattled and swayed along the road, passing through two magnificent wrought-iron gates.
Stone pillars stood on either side of the gates, each topped by a winged boar.
Harley and Hermione climbed