“Why haven't I seen a spirit in you?"
His eyes widened at her question for a moment and immediately pulled his hand on her that wondered her.
“Why did I hold her hand so, she could practice on me? I should not touch her because she will know that I am a God and I do not have a spirit and because I am immortal,” he whispered to himself.
“And why can't I see you how you're going to die?" she added confusingly.
“Because I am a Sastre and there are dark Sastre who have no spirit. And if you don't see how I'm going to die because maybe I won't die yet,” he replied in a steady voice and didn't let her know that he was lying.
“There’s some dark Sastre without a spirit?" she inquired.
“Yes, and because they are sorcerers," he sternly replied.
“Princess Xerah?" a familiar feminine v
