[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy":3,"chapter-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-90":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1027656,1339,"Chapter 90 Interlude: Snow Festival (VII)","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>Crackle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candlelight flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the cold marble floor. The Cathedral was quiet—so quiet that even the distant wind outside felt muffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina stood there, her dim pink eyes locked onto Aestrea's glowing red ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands, still clasped in front of her, tightened slightly. Her nails pressed into her palms, but her face remained composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serene, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...The money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea went straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he wanted to be done with this quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he wanted to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina felt something snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips curled into a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to her smile, Aestrea stiffened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Oh?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Was he… nervous?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Good.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft click of her heels echoed in the empty Cathedral, each sound slow, deliberate. The warmth from the candles barely reached her, but it didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head tilted slightly, her golden hair sliding over her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My, my…\" she murmured, her voice light, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes stayed on her, glowing, unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You finally arrived,\" she murmured, voice light, teasing, \"and the first thing you ask for is… money?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head, her golden hair sliding over her shoulder like liquid gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bit cold, don't you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched as his expression twitched—just a flicker, barely there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I do not have any reason to talk with you other than that. Besides, you said it yourse—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Shhhh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina raised a finger and placed it against his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened—just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And inside, she laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...For someone who used to treat the Cathedral like a second home,\" she whispered in a soft voice, \"you're being quite the problem child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyebrows furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well? Aren't you happy?\" he asked suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, you were the one who wanted me to stop coming here with injuries from battle. Isn't this what you wanted?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hah.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How cute.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I did say that,\" she admitted, tilting her head slightly, \"because I care about you. But that doesn't mean you couldn't pay me a visit, no?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice softened—but it was edged with something sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's been quite a while since you've come here—I even had to invite you myself, and the only reason you came was probably because of the money…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a quiet laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candlelight cast her shadow long across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I guess...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was barely above a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...For you, I was simply a tool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth parted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Christina, I nev—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Someone you could ask for help, and I would do anything you wanted, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned back around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dim pink eyes locked onto his glowing red ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a slow, bitter smile formed on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A tool that could heal your constant injuries... right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's frown deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Christina, I never saw you as a—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what was I to you, Aestrea?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a step forward—her body trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea inhaled, his lips pressing together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Christina—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She punched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough to hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough to make him feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her small fists hit his chest again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you think of me as a tool?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something that you could use anytime you wanted?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn't stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulders shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands balled into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her gaze—her dim pink eyes shimmering with unshed tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What about my feelings?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I never saw you that way,\" he said, voice lower, softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest rose and fell, breath shaky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why?\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you keep running away from me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hurt more than anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cathedral was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the distant crackle of candlelight remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina stared at him, her breath uneven. Her fists clenched by her sides, her nails digging into her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why wouldn't he look at her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why wouldn't he face her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lump in her throat tightened, her vision blurring for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hahaha...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There it is,\" she whispered, shaking her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You always do this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's red eyes flickered toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You always avoid things when they get too real.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shut me out. You leave me behind. And then, when you finally come back, you act like nothing happened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know what it's like?\" she asked sharply, \"To wait for you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands clenched tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To pray, to beg for you to come back safe—while you're out there, fighting, throwing yourself into battle like your life means nothing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tiny flicker in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still didn't say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that infuriated her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina let out a sharp breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to shake him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was probably more terrifying than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me, Aestrea,\" she said, voice slow, dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina tilted her head slightly, golden hair falling over her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was she worth it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression didn't change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But oh, she saw the way his fingers curled slightly at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That girl.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The one who wouldn't stop touching you after the battle against the Archdemon of Pride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's entire body tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina's smile widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? Do you remember now?\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or should I remind you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed a delicate finger against her chin, pretending to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What was her name again? Ah… right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned in slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Violet, am I right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina let out a breathy laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was quite bold, wasn't she?\" she mused, \"Touching your arm. Clinging to you. Looking up at you with those big, worried eyes—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She made a mocking little gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, Aestrea, I'm so glad that you're okay!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's eye twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, like he was trying to control his breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Christina—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" she interrupted, stepping even closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were too close now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pink eyes glowed softly in the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His red ones burned like embers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you nervous?\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's lips pressed together into a thin line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should be.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, running a hand through his silver hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It wasn't like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina blinked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was just—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just what, Aestrea?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was all she needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was just there? Just standing next to you? Just touching you for no reason?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took another step, forcing him back slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you trying to tell me that she just happened to drape herself over you like some lost kitten?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea inhaled sharply, looking away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina's expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There you go again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looking away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was quiet now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Always looking away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's shoulders tensed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated that he could fight demons, face death, stand on the battlefield without fear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he couldn't look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Christina—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Say it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Say it, Aestrea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped even closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me it meant nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dim pink eyes glowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me she meant nothing to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...She meant nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina's heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn't let it show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she let out a soft breath, tilting her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned in, lips barely an inch from his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But just so we're clear…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was barely a whisper now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she tries it again…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, innocent smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I don't know what I'll do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina pulled back slightly, studying his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And oh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression...?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a step back, finally giving him space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a soft hum, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tossed it toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea caught it without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of it was familiar—his money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That's all you came here for, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost playful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he was trying to figure her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly how she wanted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting out of the cathedral...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...She really had to indirectly confess to me in the most insane way possible,\" he muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyebrows furrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, he couldn't really refuse Christina's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hundreds of memories he had with Christina simply made him hesitant to do anything to actually hurt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he did it unconciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And well...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina... she was Aestrea's first love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even realize when it happened, but he fell for her so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She probably knew that already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he was a mess around her—awkward, unsure of what to do or say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never made any moves, never tried to make things happen between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just wanted to savor every second he spent with her, like time with her was something to be cherished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't the type to fake an injury just to see her, but... every little thing she did made him fall harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she healed him with her kindness, the worry in her eyes when she noticed something was off with him... she had a way of making him feel like he was the only person that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything about Christina felt perfect to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could never admit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, he avoided her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time she made a move, he pretended not to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending not to understand what she was saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was easier that way, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't keep pretending anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or neither he planned to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina's seed of love had already overflowed through the jealousy that she felt when she saw Violet hugging Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything more goes on, Christina's emotions could be getting erratic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that could really be dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean... the way she expressed her emotions...\" Aestrea frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a normal guy's perspective, it might seem that it was simply jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aestrea knew...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina really wanted to kill Violet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she might even do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And of course, the only reason she's so confident should be because of the Holy Nation behind her, the faction that protects her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them, Christina is like a gift from god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran a hand through his hair, a tired chuckle escaping his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not like I'm living a normal life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the sky, his smile turning bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides...it's just another crazy woman, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the short time he'd been here, he had already met more than enough of 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