[Event] [The Fallen Prophetess] [1] Practical Exam

"Then? What news have you got for me?" I questioned, my arms crossed as I leaned against the wall. My gaze remained fixed on Jiren, who stood shivering before me.

Jiren stammered, struggling to voice his thoughts. His eyes remained cast downward, unable to meet my piercing gaze.

Impatient, I waited for him to continue, my irritation growing. When the silence grew too protracted, I clicked my tongue impatiently.

"...! A-Allen just complained to me about S-Sephira and h-he wanted to prove himself to his older brother and sister! He is probably planning to do something to her or other H-Halves…" Jiren finally blurted out.

The news left me uninterested. Allen's obsession with Sephira was no concern of mine. It seemed he had nothing better to do with his time.

"Nothing about Alvara or Kendel?" I inquired, mentioning the two names that held a particular terror in the Academy.