I Became a Murderer in the Academy.

The head nun of the Central Church began to lead this generation’s saintess, Clana, somewhere.

She had anticipated Clana’s answer, so she had already prepared a custom uniform for her.

As they walked through the church’s corridors, the head nun spoke.@@novelbin@@

“Principal Serthia has passed away.”

“Oh… I see. Serthia….”

It had been some time since her passing, and now there were few who didn’t know, but Clana was one of them.

Living within the church, she was often out of touch with news from the outside world.

Clana remained silent for a moment after hearing the news. Even a careless saintess like her could sense the gravity of the situation. She simply watched the head nun with a somber expression.

This generation’s saintess, Clana, had been Serthia’s primary healer.

She was the one who suppressed the curse within Serthia and mixed holy water to extend her life as much as possible.

During her last visit, Clana had determined there was nothing more she could do and could not provide further treatment.

Nonetheless, as someone who had been her healer, Clana felt some responsibility for Serthia’s death.

Just a moment ago, Clana had seemed quite cheerful, but now she was bowing her head.

Amidst the heavy atmosphere, the head nun spoke again.

“There’s nothing for you to feel responsible for. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

Serthia had been cursed by the Demon Lord. In all of history, no human had ever survived the Demon Lord’s curse.

From the moment she was cursed, her days were numbered. Not even the saintess could do more than slightly delay the inevitable.

It was going to happen, regardless of the timing. It was just a little sooner than expected.

The Empire seemed intent on concealing her death, so there wasn’t much more to learn.

The name of the new principal was said to be Albert. The head nun had an uneasy feeling about him.