Inside a certain secret hideout, a room filled with pristine and beautiful furniture, the afternoon sun was coming through the window. The wind is making the curtains light purple.
"She sealed the magic capabilities of her students to prevent them from being abducted and used by us," Sixtynine said, his voice filled with amusement. He was standing on the balcony, looking at the massive garden beneath. "I knew she could, but it still surprised me that she actually did. The most devoted servant of the gods finally did something she should not."
"Sixtynine, I honestly find it harsh for her to be forbidden to do anything to help her academy—which she actually founded."
Sixtynine's eyes darted to the person standing at the door of the balcony. He removed his mask and showed a gentle smile.
