Crash!
"Don't come to me—! Leave me alone!"
In her luxurious and spacious dormitory room, Imperial Princess Rosanna sat on her bed while tightly grasping her disheveled golden hair, her face and body were showered with beads of sweat.
The frequency of her uncontrollable state was becoming prominent day by day, and the reason—or at least the only presumed cause—was her [Incomplete Talent], something that was taking effect yet unappraisable.
If there's one thing, whatever it might be, this caused her to avoid anything related to the Goddess of Light or perhaps any other Orthodox Churches. If the encounter was inevitable, she would either lose herself and begin attacking the source of it, or in an agonizing scenario, she would feel as if something was scratching her skull from within.
