From this moment on, the test had begun.
Rita gently raised the tulip glass on the table beside her and took a sip. The white wine was quite sweet, light on the palate, and a clear golden yellow in color—suited for women.
She watched the young students, waiting to see what they would choose.
"This person..."
"Is she dead?"
They discussed it heatedly, but for the moment, no one seemed to dare approach. Lullaby's scythe glinted coldly. Even though she had fallen, she still gave off a ghostly aura that instinctively made people afraid to look away.
That was what ghosts were like.
Once you looked away, you could not help worrying that the scythe's blade would end up against your throat.
"She uses a scythe, and Instructor Rita uses one too. Their designs seem pretty similar. Maybe they're connected somehow?"
This student had inadvertently brushed against the truth.
Yet even in such a serious, tense setting, her speculation was mocked.
"There are so many people in the world who use scythes... Sure, not as many as those who use swords, bows, or crossbows, but there are still plenty, okay? Don't make yourself sound so ignorant, okay?"
What a speechless conclusion. Every part of it reeked of shallowness.
"Why did this person appear in Laterano?"
That was a crucial question, and almost no one could answer it. The apprentice monks looked at one another, all seeming somewhat at a loss.
Rita watched from the side, sipping her wine and shaking her head.
Response: zero points.
Those scattered remarks that failed to grasp the point: also zero points.
No one had checked whether Seele was still alive: still zero points.
Why were they all just standing there looking?
The test had gone on this long, yet she could not find a