"Student, this is your private room," the female escort demon said, showing him the nameless door.
He watched the door, unthinking. The plan he had slowly built throughout the entire trials was now useless because of a single variable he never expected to become a student of one of the great pillars.
He looked at the demon who had escorted him to his private dorm. Her name was Istella, assigned to serve him, and she came from one of the privileged beings who held first rank throughout the trials.
Even though she outwardly appeared as a slender, beautiful demon, Ilwoo knew she was nearly on par with him, judging by the mana radiating from her body.
If he used the Three Heaven Slashing swordsmanship, he could overpower her with sheer brute strength without using mana.
But he no longer wanted to. He was already exhausted from the string of unexpected events.
