After sharing that intimate moment with Amaera or rather Loriel, the fallen archangel who was hiding under the features of the vice-principal.
Amaera walked ahead, her silhouette draped in her azure dress which, despite the surrounding dust, seemed to repel the filth of this world. Her long cyan hair undulated down her back, and Klein could not help but observe the curve of her hips and the fluidity of her gait.
"Don't dawdle, Klein," she called out without turning around. "This sector is known for its impromptu appearances of epic-rank monsters."
"Always so charming, Vice Principal," replied Klein with his eternal smirk, his hands nonchalantly thrust into the pockets of his coat.
