Malin stood up and pressed a finger to the center of her brow.
Countless tiny black insects spilled out from inside her wound and rapidly began spinning silk to stitch it closed.
It was an extremely painful process, like countless fine needles piercing her over and over, but Malin stood motionless, seemingly feeling nothing.
Soon, the terrible wound on her body had been repaired, but she did not stop there. Instead, she had the insects "age" the newly repaired area.
At last, there was no trace of the wound.
She was like a perfectionist sculptor, treating herself as a damaged sculpture to be restored with the most delicate care.
As for her damaged clerical robes... the magic formation embedded in them activated, and the threads began weaving anew. They were soon restored, the only cost perhaps being that they were a tiny bit thinner than before.
After finishing all this, she took a deep breath. By now, the frost on the door to the Whip Bearer's office before her had completely melted.
Malin stepped forward and knocked.
"Creak..."
The door opened.
Inside was an office, yet it was not limited to an office. More precisely, it was an icy pool the size of a soccer field, with a completely open office in its center, along with a door.
Of course, whether any of this was visible depended entirely on the Whip Bearer's wishes.
Malin emerged through the doorway, her peripheral vision immediately sweeping toward the shattered icebergs around the icy pool.
Fortunately, although the Whip Bearer was in a bad mood, he had just vented his anger. What remained unsettling, however, was who could be sure he had finished venting?
Malin began to tremble slightly inside.
Perhaps it was the injury she had suffered while preparing to enter, or perhaps