Althea gazed carefully at the black sword in her hands that had been in her possession for quite some time in which are now her main weapon.
When she was done gazing at it, she sent off a bit of lightning into them by using her mana.
(... Oh, it works well with my mana.)
She put back her sword to its sheath and her expression was puzzled when her eyes fixed on her palms.
(... It's already been 20 years since I became a Directive Special Knight and I'm still not getting old. Is it because they can't block my mana?)
She raised her brow in confusion when she tried to think of the cause of her age in which it had stopped midway as she rested herself against the wall.
(... I have already committed 3 sins. 4 sins more then I'll be straight dead.)
She thought as she looked down at her wrist that already had the sign of 3.
Despite her chances of dying becoming higher, she forms a small smile when she imagines the other good things she has along the way.
