Pyrene closed her eyes and then opened them again.
In a brief moment, a myriad of emotions flickered across her face.
Since that day, she had always been with her mentor.
She even attended her mentor's funeral, holding him close to her chest.
Pyrene suppressed the urge to laugh when she saw Elpara, their focal point, shedding tears.
She was the one who always came to meet the mentor, unbuttoning her chest and thigh buttons.
Forty years old but acting like a fool.
Next to the mentor, who was twenty years younger than her.
"Do I not need to inform the other professors?"
The memorial service was held a month after the accident.
As she fully embraced the demon in her mentor's place, the demon became accustomed to its own mask.
Now, they could converse with each other naturally without the need to search for information.
