[What you've managed to do is exhibit something unnatural,] Meta said.
[Granted, in your case, that 'sudden' strength can be explained away as the result of Ranking Up. That might save you—once. But tell me, what does it look like when a so-called No-Talent prospect suddenly breaks through in the middle of a crisis that just so happened to involve a Demon's appearance and death?]
I frowned, my mood souring with every word of Meta's blunt reasoning.
"Are you suggesting my Breakthrough into Eta Rank looks like a Demon Contract—or possession?"
[Is it? You and I both know it's not. But the Academy doesn't. Neither does anyone else. Good luck convincing them you've got nothing to do with Nicodemus or his Demon. Whether you like it or not, you've just painted a big, black target on your back, Victor.]
"Fuck…!" I snarled, clutching my head before letting out a raw scream into the open air.
