Larian looked at his friend's hesitant manner and smiled gently. "Go on, my friend. The path gives each of us a healthy, peaceful heart."
"Teacher's smile is so warm."
"Really, really. Teacher Larian is so gentle and refined."
The female students nearby marveled at Larian's graceful bearing. They felt themselves moved by that warm smile as well, quietly discussing what kind of person their teacher truly was.
Seeing Larian like this, the friend finally spoke. "Do you still remember that student you liked best?"
"Of course I remember. Yvraine, she was a good child." Larian nodded, recalling with great pride Yvraine's time studying the Path of the Warrior under him.
"That child was polite, brave in battle, full of drive. Unlike some students who needed a war mask before they could take the field and kill enemies. And she learned very quickly; she barely needed much instruction from me. A word or two of guidance, and she would correct herself."
Seeing Larian praise Yvraine so highly, with no attempt to hide his admiration in either tone or expression, the old friend began to regret coming here to tell him that he had news of Yvraine.
"Why has your expression turned so awful?"
Seeing his old friend's strange face twisted like a bitter melon, Larian's expression changed at once. "Did something happen to Yvraine? Couldn't even her Soul Stone be recovered?"
"No... it's not that bad. She's alive, and she's actually doing quite well."
"Then what happened?! Please, tell me quickly!"
"Uh..." His friend lowered his head, not daring to meet Larian's eyes. "Yvraine... she went to Commorragh to make a living, and she became a Succubus..."
Commorragh? A Succubus?
Larian had yet to react. He pondered what, exactly, Commorragh and a Succubus were supposed to mean.
Well... Commorragh was an