As Faybi made her way back to her dorm, she couldn’t suppress the clumsy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, despite the fact that her eyes were still puffy from crying.

Since childhood, she had always been taught to maintain the dignity of a saint, so keeping a calm and composed expression was second nature to her. But today, she couldn’t help it.

One line kept replaying in her mind.

“I don’t care what you did. In the end, you’re still a worthless saint.”

When Faybi first heard Lucy call her a "worthless saint," she found it unsettling.