Chapter 22: You’re not useless
The Judicator gently tapped her fingers in the air as if she were playing an invisible piano.
However...
Ting! Ting! Ting!
Piano notes rang out as though she were truly playing, each sound transforming into countless waves radiating through the room.
"AGH!" Viviane clutched her head, feeling as if it were about to explode, blood streaming from her ears and nose in thin rivulets.
She gritted her teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her body trembled violently, then collapsed to the floor, curling up like a shrimp.
"A Saintess must maintain composure in all situations, do you understand?" The Judicator spoke, her voice utterly calm and devoid of emotion.
"No!!!" At that moment, the maid whom Viviane had just slapped rushed over and held her tightly.
"Please, Judicator... The Saintess was just too angry, that’s all," the maid cried, begging, "Please, don’t hurt the Saintess."
"Ah!" The Judicator looked at the maid begging for Viviane’s sake, a little surprised.