Chapter 209.2
Even now, every time he remembered Carla, his face hurt; the wounds burned by Carla’s flames had healed on the surface, but he could not make good facial expressions, and sometimes frightened the children of his followers.
(I won’t forgive you…)
Nathaniel could never forgive those two girls who had carved fear into him.
The humiliation and fear inflicted by Aria Layton broke Nathaniel’s heart.
Carla Lester’s pain and fear drove Nathaniel’s spirit.
Normally, Nathaniel would never have thought of taking a stand against these women. But Licia took all the pain away.
“…You understand, don’t you, boys?”
Nathaniel muttered, and three black shadows emerged from behind him.
Reaching the far end of the dungeon, Nathaniel sought the strength to stand beside Licia, the Saint.
His ability was equivalent to Level 2 light magic, and even though he was an excellent student, he was unable to stand alongside Saint. The dungeon spirit who heard his wish promised that even if he could not give him power equivalent to that of Saint, he would grant him something close to it.