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Camistella narrowed her eyes.
“How do you know about this, mushroom?” she asked sarcastically. “Only in the blessed realms can one afford to be kind, sweet, gentle, and honest twenty-four seven. In our mortal world, you’ll either be used or killed if you say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Truth is a treasure available to few. And no, I would like to be a sweet, loving girl… but then I wouldn’t be here. One day, I’ll tell you why I’m so sure of that. It’s not a pleasant story.
However, when the lunar elf found the archmage, her face returned to its usual smiling state.
“Greetings, Lady Rosalind. I have studied all four elements. How should I continue my training?” Camistella didn’t feel like using beautiful phrases.
The curses of Akonia have long since fallen… why dredge up human vices? No one is perfect! Even the gods are not averse to lying, killing, betraying, or something else.