Tossing aside the pen she had just broken, Lulu stared at the report before her, sinking into despair.
How should she write this report? Would anyone believe what she had written?
A legendary innate career, not yet eighteen years old, with self-igniting spiritual energy, visibly high-tier Sequence of the Oathsworn, very likely a second-tier Guardian of the Oath?
Who would believe that?
Lulu didn't know how to amend the report—because everything she knew, everything she saw, was already there. But it wasn't just about others believing it; she herself could hardly believe it.
Unfortunately, these were the facts, this was the truth. A child deemed devoid of psychic abilities ended up igniting their spiritual energy, forging a legend, even having a self-branching high-tier Sequence.
When was the last time she wrote about something she couldn't believe herself? Oh, right, her brother.
