Lirian and Edith climbed from the limo with only a single goal, to get as far from it's occupants as possible.
It had been the longest ride of Ediths life and certainly not the good kind.
When they returned to academy her face was completely red from shame and Lirian didn't fair much better.
Even for a trillion year old god like himself it was far too shameful and humiliating, it wasn't just Anya that laughed at him for not getting the job done, so did Edith's guards.
'That's it, I'm never going to be a good guy again,' Lirian complained internally as he walked side by side with an Edith that looked like she had been slowly boiled in a pot.
The entire academy was locked in a mournful silence and every class they passed by was empty, they made their way to the auditorium, it was large enough to fit 100 000 people with ease and more than half of the seats were taken up as the head master gave a speech.
