"Have we met before?"

The girl in a nun's habit, Spartoi's Son Ye-seo, stepped forward in front of the Principal, her hands clasped as if in prayer.

Woo-jin glared at Ye-seo.

"Isn't this a bit too violent? The Lord would be sad if He saw this."

"The Lord would vomit if He saw the piece of trash you're serving."

"Oh my, such vulgar language. You shouldn't say bad words."

Ye-seo pouted, her cheeks puffing out.

Then, suddenly, her eyes widened.

Before she even realized it, Woo-jin was already right in front of her.

The speed that Woo-jin, a 7th-tier mage, …