Void Abyss

"You're carrying a lot of hostility."

In the office, Tello Zan was arranging flowers. She separated the blossoms into tiers by height, placing the fully bloomed ones at the bottom and the smaller buds above, making the arrangement pleasant to the eye.

"Isn't that how we Swordsmen are supposed to be?" Sonia sat across from her. "You were the one who said it, Professor Elder Sister. If you want revenge, you should want it from morning to night and never leave the pressure until bedtime!"

"It's different," Tello Zan said. "A Swordsman must always hold a breath of spite in their chest to hone their blade and temper their Sword Intent. But hostility is different. Hostility accumulates. It stains the soul, damages intent, lowers intelligence... and can even become a flaw a Mind Artificer can exploit."

"Then how do you tell spite from hostility?"

"It's very simple. Once you vent your spite, your heart feels much lighter, and when you recall old matters, you no longer feel angry," Tello Zan said. "But if it's hostility, then even after you vent it, when you think back later, you'll only get angrier the more you remember."

Sonia thought for a moment, then nodded in admission. "Then I really am full of hostility."

After a brief silence, Tello Zan suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to ask how to deal with hostility?"

"I have my own way."

Tello Zan looked at Sonia in surprise and found that her expression was natural, her eyes shining. She really did not look as if she were lying.

"I've actually always been the kind of person who gets angry easily and loves holding grudges. I still remember everyone who offended me when I was little. It's just that before, I endured it and bottled it up, and only