Second Soul Class

"Where are you going?" Carmin halted her steps as she saw him heading in the wrong direction. "The Vampire district isn't that way."

"Who said I was going to save Wyatt right away?" Jake rolled his eyes, trying hard not to sound too scathing. "If someone like Wyatt got set up, I'd be a complete moron if I went into the lion's den headlong."

Carmin tensed under the remark of scorn from the man walking in front of her, but she knew in her heart that he was telling the truth. It was because of her restlessness that she had overreacted. In comparison, Seren, who had joined the Thrajah clan at Wyatt's request, was not worried at all. Knowing her character and the supremacist beliefs of the Thrajahs, it was a safe bet that the arrogant lolita was having her best time.

"In that case, where are we going? This isn't the Mutant district either." Carmin huffed vexedly.

"The Prophetic Stele." Jake replied merrily, pointing to the Cathedral of Laudarkvik in the distance.