Saint Academy was founded by the First Stratum Lord's father, Mors himself—a Saint... long dead.
This was his final 'gift' to humanity.
The Colosseum was as well. A place where Trials were held to better the realm...
Or so the plaques said.
Ignotus stared at the archway entrance and squinted like it had offended him somehow.
"Gift my ass. He just made a place for Gods to entertain themselves."
Eris's soft laugh echoed in his head.
Honestly, Ignotus didn't care much for the Saint or his legacy; he planned to drop by the Academy only when the Colosseum held Trials to get his lovely rewards.
Of course, it was also because it was going to be fun, but that was besides the point.
To him, such things were all that mattered.
Still… being a Disciple 'mattered.'
Yes, he didn't care for what they'd teach here; he already knew what he wanted to know, and none of it came from a dusty hall or some Shepherd who never fought one tough battle in their life.
