The Villain's Creed: Neither True Hero Nor Last Boss

chapter 23: To learn

“He’s already mastered the meditation form I asked him to practice.”

Saint Clair’s voice carried a note of genuine appreciation.

To think a mortal, with such a fragile body, could be a genius… she thought, her lips curving faintly.

Verenito Saint Clair’s chamber was no ordinary sleeping room. Shaped like the silhouette of a human figure viewed in a 4×4 portrait frame, it was both living space and sanctum of power.

The upper section—the “head” of the room—held the personal quarters: a bed carved from crystal substance, a bathing chamber veiled in steam, a dressing and cosmetics room, and other amenities suited to one of her stature.

The lower section—the “torso,” from shoulder to upper abdomen—was reserved for guests and training. Strange relics and relic-spheres lined the walls, humming softly, each containing whispers of long-forgotten spirits.

Here, in that lower hall, Saint Clair sat upon a chair she had brought down from her private quarters.

Unlike most fairies, who perched with