-That was back in our Apprentice days, a simple little experiment. Bloodline modification was only a preliminary step, not even true bloodline modification. We just wanted to earn some glittering magic stones by cooperating with that Wizard. Merselin was petite back then, too. She had yet to develop a true Wizard's heart. Because she was shy, her bottom ended up being the only place where the potion wasn't applied. By the time the experiment ended, it was too late for regrets.
-I must add that this truly is a sad story. To be precise, it was an experiment specifically intended to eliminate an outward bloodline trait, primarily the phenomenon of that bloodline turning the skin red. Trial participants who have read this far, please join us old friends in offering Lady Merselin your heartfelt sympathy, then remain quietly where you are. As long as you maintain sincere sympathy, you can be identified as someone who has passed the test.
Ruger felt as though he had learned something he shouldn't have.
Did the Holy Tribunal also have old Wizards who gleefully made jokes about their old friends' sore spots?
Perhaps the Holy Tribunal was even larger than he imagined, with many divisions responsible for different fields, such as the Demon Hunter Wizards he belonged to. Although Wizards should not be stereotyped based on their duties, the proportion of easygoing Wizards among the demon-hunting teams was simply higher than among the Holy Judgment Wizards. Likewise, a stern, unsmiling demeanor was one of the public's defining impressions of Holy Judgment Wizards. Even a few cheerful exceptions could not change that.
Ruger thought of another question: this so-called matter of fate. For Wizard Merselin to be the subject of these jokes, she was presumably a powerful old Wizard. How could an old Wizard have