Sterl pressed his advantage further, saying, "You focus on suppressing the Blood of Contamination; don't worry about me for now."
His cold demeanor made the added concern all the more valuable.
"Mm! Mm!" Licitris nodded obediently.
Though she knew she couldn't suppress the Blood of Contamination, she assumed that Mephistopheles was unaware of this. Having just been meditating and recuperating, she obediently sat to the side and closed her eyes again.
Even though Licitris could have offered an explanation, her instinct led her to choose submission.
A flicker of realization crossed Sterl's mind.
"Good... A solid start."
His mood lightened a bit.
As Licitris continued her training, a faint ripple of Divine Power filled the air.
Sterl was taken aback; he realized he felt no pressure whatsoever!
He slightly opened his palm, and it seemed a radiant golden pattern flashed momentarily.