Holy Land.
It was just another sunny day in the Holy Land, as it rarely rained here. Like always, most clergymen were at work, students were studying, and some with free time were basking in the energizing light of the Solis.
But appearing out of the ordinary, one woman was swiftly pacing toward the Administration building. With red hair, blue eyes, and a face enough to heal dying men, she was definitely a beauty, but no hands could dare touch her, for she was a Bright Mother and, above all, mother of a very vengeful person.
'You can do it, Xavia. If your son can do it, you can too. Yes, I should be mean as well… I should be bad… I am a bad lady!'
Xavia hurried into the castle-like tall building covered with white marble. It was undoubtedly awe-inspiring but also a reminder of the authority it showcased.
Xavia went to the reception and gave her identification to the attendant priest. "Xavia Maximilian, I was called for an interview."
